#me: FUCK I GUESS I AM MAKING SOUP

[just-aro]

me: a loveless aro

me: introduced to the End Poem of minecraft for the first time literally this week

me: and the universe said i love you because you are love *starts sobbing*

#no but seriously what the fuck #minecraft has no rights to make me cry what the fuck #(also guess who is perpetually the latest person ever to join a trend and is planning to play mc for the first time in xyr life soon) #also hermitcraft is my latest interest-based obsession #so far i've watched ~10 episodes each of s9 for doc/impulse/scar/joehills and <5 for xisuma/tango/zedaph #i plan to watch a little of everyone and kinda see all the Vibes #but ngl so far impulse joe and scar are my blorbos #doc is great but my attention span is not the length of his videos #grian is a lovely chaos gremlin to view from other perspectives but a Bit Much for me to watch directly #joehills is a fucking sweetheart and i adore him #scar is a chaotic neutral disabled icon with the voice of a god #impulse is like. dad friend to the max and i adore that #the soup group is really freaking cute #xisuma seems nice but he cuts so many interactions with other hermits :( i would like to see interactions pls sir #i do think i have to watch the queer ones - iirc geminitay and iskall + one more and i am forgetting who #and regretfully... i know myself and i will probably be Unable to watch far in any one person's stuff without catching up on everyone else #OH! i forgot mumbo!!! mumbo is also good and i hope his mental health break is going well #i do also plan to watch double life. probs not third life or last life though #anyways yeah i. uh. have an interest-driven brain can u all tell #that i got into this. last week. #back to the original reason i wrote the post though lol #the end poem fucking wrecked me #like bro. bro. you can't just.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

My mom made great soup but I’m not in a soup mood despite being sick and I’m so sad :((

#camera talks #I was wrong before. there is another type of soup I like #french onion soup <333 #but i feel so bad I don’t want soup textures today raugh :( #cursing gods name why did they make me sick now </3 #anyways guess who took a fucking nap this morning lol #it was like 3-4 hours and it was so nice :) #messed up my brain and I’ve been in a resting mood all day but that’s probably good with how sick I am #honestly my immune system is shit rn. this is like the third time I’ve been sick in like one and a half months #(way more times than normal for me)

[sleepyhomosexual]

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#i just like‚ don’t want to do anythin anmore lol #im so tired and have no sense of time i never know what day it is or what time it is i feel so lost #maybe i’ll just rot away in my room #i need to cry but the tears never come i always cry when i dont want to #let me fucking cry argrhrhggg #rotting away in my room forever probably gonna spiral but its fine i whatever i have water so peace and love i guess #im just so deeply sad and i’ve been just unhealthily scrolling on social media i need to stop instagram is so stupid for making reels #never going on instagram reels actually just say no #ugh im literally so sad and dont want to do anything i keep seeing nature and its just so beautiful and i think about a life i could have #i think and think about it and want to cry because it’s the most ideal life i could ever hope for but its just a silly fantasy #i know i’ll never actually have a life i want #i just want to live in a cottage and paint and be good at it and go for morning walks when the sun rises and afternoon walks when its rains #and pick flowers and go home and make soup and have a nice room to get all comfy and why am i even saying this lol #with the way the worlds turning out with everything unfortunately revolving around money i’ll never have an ideal life #it just feels like my whole life is just crumbling down around me #anyways im like totally fine by the way im literally so silly all of the time

[outlying-hyppocrate]

imagine being like. human. i'm just a silly little creature. happy cryptid. occasionally a very sad cryptid who ponders its own existence and questions his sanity but. that's mostly during the winter months. we do not speak of the winter months. except for the fact that we are in them and. fuck never mind. i just need some tea and a bit of will wood to ensure my serotonin levels go back to normal and i can be. happy cryptid

#random thoughts #i also do this when i have deprived myself of food for a certain amount of time. don't worry. i am making spaghetti #there will be sauce. with an obscene amount of garlic. i apologize to potential vampire boyfriends #my stomach hurts though so. maybe i'll eat later #but FUCK. i don't want it to be cold #hng. microwaved pasta is just Not As Good. yknow what i mean. it tastes much better fresh #perhaps i will simply eat it cold. i will put parmesan on it. then it will not melt. melted parmesan makes me cry because #i'm a pathetic piss baby who can't stand the texture. or maybe it's the autism diagnosis i don't know #do not mind me. i am simply discussing whether or not i should eat my spaghetti #wait. why did i say making? i haven't even made it yet. lmao #yknow what? no spaghetti for today. i'll just suffer i guess #admitting to pain irl in any way is embarrassing as fuck for some reason? like i felt like i was going to die in french class #the lights were so bright and everyone was so so loud but i couldn't wear my sunglasses in class. hng. and then of course #it stressed me the fuck out. and then. stomachache. at that point i was ready to cry #then my friend saw me and asked if i was okay. i just said yes. she believed me. i think #still suffering. not fun. not fun at all #WHY THE FUCK AM I SO OFF TOPIC. credence you need to stop. please just post this already #actually wait. i will post this. and then just make the sauce. i will put it in the refrigerator and eat it the next day #it is similar to tomato soup. except. cold. and obviously thicker. i don't know why it tastes good. hng #on my way to make the sauce. goodbye everyone

[strwbrymlkshake]

THE TORMENT OF TRYING TO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO SHOWS YOU COMMON DECENCY. HELP

#mine #GOD I REALLY SHOULD START A TAG ABT HIM BECAUSE IM MAKING SO MANY POSTS IN A ROW I MIGHT AS WELL TAG EM #💿 #there you go . approximately 1 (one) CD. not telling you what it stands for #onto the vent section: IUIUAHDJEHFKW #literally nothing has happened but if im alone with my thoughts enough i will convince myself we r in love –_– hatred #hes just been nicer to me i guess which is making my brain go sicko mode. hhsiwhuyugj im. <3 i seem insaner in text than i do irl #i looked at pictures of him and almost exploded im fine im fine im fine im like so extremely normal i swear to god #😐😐😐 im. my brain. fwshoo #im experiencing brain disease or something im sick in the head we have barely. BARELY barely talked yet i am still this insane #to be fair. i have talked to him more than i talked to my last delusional obsession yet im not that obsessed . but still #holds him gently. hehfuejfke. literally someone includes me into the group and treats me like a fucking human being and next thing u know #im planning our wedding basically –_– like im trying to distract myself from everything so i dont get too insane. like its a quieter insane #im less insane about love interests than i WAS but still pretty insane awhahwha. i am delusional<3 how fun #BITCH oh my god im delusional i need to be banned from thinking forever 😭 i am having so many thoughts fr my brain is soup #im obsessed but im not as obsessed as i COULD be. which is good? i guess #he just includes me in things which is nice:( i was thinking abt how he doesnt rly show affection to anyone at all. more specifically me #even if its just platonic. and i thought. would i be happy in a relationship like that? w someone who isnt obsessed with me #ans the truth is i have no idea<3 #he isnt really an affectionate guy in general. (i am psychoanalyzing him) but he is warming up to my style of appreciation i think #i feel like im analzying a minecraft youtuber or something this is how fangirls talk augh

[baekuras]

welcome to a sore throat, dizzy head and sneezing 24/7 (at least i can breathe rn thank fuck) all on my day off and one day before a basically 10hour shift(half an hour of talking about work at work lol) yeeeeah I don’t think I’ll do that tomorrow actually

like I am doing my best to empty my body out here but I also have 0 things to combat a cold except for water

#txts #i got painkillers and thats about it #ibuprofen my love #i also have a thermos but no soup and nothing to make soup #i could make spicy water as in i got enough curry to make watery curry #i like curry...need to buy more of it as well haaaah #which was actually my plan for thursday to go shopping after work but wELP WE'LL SEE I GUESS #rn i am just nursing my throat into relaxing the fuck out by having a cloth w/ hot water on it #strategy? unsure #i have my waterheater thingie w/ me in my room and a bowl of for now hot water as well #and if it isnt hot #welp i might need cold water too so thats fine #i also have nothing super soft to eat so....rip my throat even more

[mj-iza-writer]

Rough grumpy Caretaker... how I love them. -MJ

Warning.... swear words used.

Caretaker peaked in to check on Whumpee, they had just put them down for a nap.

They slightly opened the door and caught Whumpee darting into the bed.

"You better have a really good reason for being out of that bed", Caretaker opened the door further.

"I'm sorry Caretaker, I....", Whumpee started to violently cough.

"Oh Whumpee fuck off and give me a break", Caretaker slipped into his old British sailer accent.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to grab my book, and then you came along", Whumpee pleaded.

"I didn't put you to bed to read. You are very sick and need to sleep. That temperature of yours could freaken cook an egg", Caretaker sighed as they started to tuck Whumpee back into the blankets.

Whumpee groaned as the blankets were violently shoved under them.

"Ouch, can we be a little gentler please", Whumpee winced, "I am sick after all."

"Oh hush", Caretaker held a cup of water and offered Whumpee a drink, "now if I come back to this room again and you are up, I will tie you to the bed. Am I clear? I better hear happy Whumpee snores."

Whumpee grinned.

"I mean it, unless you are getting a drink or going to the bathroom do not get up", Caretaker sighed as they set the cup down, "work with me here. Your complexion is horrendous, I mean, white paint has more color. Plus, your trash bin is overflowing with tissue for the second time today."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry Caretaker."

Caretaker ran his hand through Whumpee's sweaty hair, "that's better. Now, we need to focus on you getting better. Please try to get some rest, I'll have some food and medicine ready for you when you wake up... okay?"

Whumpee nodded again, "thankyou."

Caretaker waited thirty minutes before checking on Whumpee again ... thankfully Whumpee had finally listened and was snoring away.

"My happy little chainsaw", Caretaker marveled at how loud Whumpee was as they stepped into the room.

They grabbed the thermometer and tucked it under Whumpee's tongue without disturbing their sleep. Even the ding didn't wake Whumpee.

"Temp is a little better now", Caretaker looked the thermometer over, "not where I'm wanting it to be though."

Caretaker sighed, "shit", he whispered, "I might have to take you in for some better medicine. What I have might not be cutting it."

Caretaker was fixing some soup for Whumpee when they heard them moving around.

"Dinner's almost ready if you want to come down here", Caretaker called.

Whumpee struggled down the hall.

"I just woke up and puked", Whumpee frowned.

"Let me guess, you didn't get to the bucket in time", Caretaker sighed, "where did it end up?""

"I did get to the bucket, but some got on my blanket to... sorry", Whumpee looked down.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "go ahead and eat, I'll clean it up."

Whumpee was hunched over when Caretaker came back.

"Whumpee?", Caretaker panicked, "Whumpee?"

Whumpee jumped up and started to mumble.

"You're going to the hospital... now", Caretaker hurried.

"No, no. I'm fine", Whumpee mumbled with a slur.

"Don't argue, you're fucking going to the hospital. You're beyond fine", Caretaker went to help Whumpee stand.

"Okay, but I can walk", Whumpee started to get up.

"Oh, you want to walk by yourself. Okay, that sounds fun to watch. Okay, let's see", Caretaker crossed his arms.

Whumpee started to walk, but fell forward.

"Shit", Whumpee moaned.

"That's what I thought. Alright come on, work with me. I'm not dragging your ass, but you won't make it by yourself", Caretaker threw one of Whumpee's arms over his shoulder and led them to the car.

Whumpee's temperature was checked on arrival at the hospital. It had jumped back up again.

Caretaker helped Whumpee into a chair and followed the staff as they rushed them back.

Caretaker sighed as they started to fill out the forms, "Whumpee", Caretaker muttered to himself, "pain in my ass. You're lucky I love you... at least a little bit."

Whumpee squinted their eyes open, the morning sun met them.

They jumped up realizing this was not their bedroom.

"Easy", they felt Caretaker's hand grab them, "you're okay, your fever got really bad. I had to bring you to the hospital."

Whumpee rubbed their head, "I've got a major headache", they looked around the room, "the last thing I remember was sitting down at the table, I don't remember anything else."

"Well, the staff here has been very helpful in getting your fever to break, they got you on some medication and fluids", Caretaker sighed.

"That's good", Whumpee leaned back again, "I still don't feel great, plus, this headache."

"We'll get you better", Caretaker pressed the call button, "I promise."

Whumpee nodded as they laid down, "thankyou Caretaker."

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[milkbreadandtadpoles]

soup!sukuna

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snippet: 2k depicting the first time reader and soup!au sukuna hookup. he's less than nice, but you're into that. modern au!! idk if it's college or whatnot, u decide (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ reader is neutral, described as having a vagina

warnings: pnv ladies and germs, rough sex ig! slapping and spanking and some degradation if you squint. sukuna being a total ass and reader playing him like a fiddle and making him question his stamina. not edited yet cuz im on that "im so proud" high

author's note shiiii: oh hello, it's me again. i am ill (i have been ill for a week), and i guess suku the gr8 has gotten to me. so pls enjoy how i think he is in my little brain. all characters are over the age of 18, and if you are reading this and are not, silently show yourself the door <3

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There’s a harsh smack on your ass as you crawl across the bed. It has you stumble and squeak; a helping hand forcing you to arch, lay and stay against your mattress. Another high pitched noise has Sukuna chuckling above you, palming the growing erection with his other hand. You turn around and gulp. 

Sometimes boys don’t lie. 

“You’re so hot.” He says quietly, baritone in his tone still noticeable. You laugh, and his brows knit- the fuck are you laughing about? 

There’s a push in you, forcing your spin to dip gracefully, deviously and deliciously. You sprawl your arms in front of you, fingers rubbing against one of your blankets. He’s admiring you, you can feel it. Those deep, savory eyes, colored like a cherry wine underneath the yellow ambience of your lamp, graze over the lace outline of your cotton panties. 

“Thanks.” You hum, biting your bottom lip saturated with gloss and balm. No need to compliment him back, he knows he’s devastating. 

He reaches out to grope and smack each of your cheeks haphazardly. You purr; his hand covers so much of you. There’s a lopsided smirk on his face, it’s apparent as he yanks the material off. Lazily, you crawl out of them, since boys can’t be bothered to take them off further than the back of your knees, and reposition yourself. 

Large, gruff hands degrade you- one of them molding against the entirety of your skull to press half of your face into the bed, the other rubbing his spit onto his dick and getting ready to align himself with the opening of your pussy. 

Boys. 

“You gotta finger me first.” 

Sukuna’s upper lip curls, looking at you like you’re all work. The feeling doesn’t fade when you openly roll your eyes. Don’t you get it, girl? You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. So just lay there and- 

“I texted you about it. I’ll literally tear,” You add. 

“Alright.” He bites, unwrapping his fingers from around the base of his cock and nudging one of the digits against your slit. And holy shit you’re tight. Sensitive. Those eyes catch the slightest curl in your toes, the purse of your lips and furrow of your brows as you feel him out. 

And shit, he kinda wants to see your face strewn up. 

Sukuna nudges his middle finger between your legs, lips parting in realizing how tight you actually are. You were right. 

if we hookup you gotta be gentle first, im tight 

and not in the cool way

You hum lightly in satisfaction, something he never though the enjoyed hearing, letting a sharp gasp emit from your lungs as he selfishly adds his index. Thighs shut, Sukuna has to remove his grip from your head to inch them back apart to watch your pussy clench and flutter around a percentage of him. 

“Slower.” Sukuna raises his brows at your demanding attitude- he’ll have to fuck that out of you later, but relents regardless, carefully twisting two joined fingers in and out of your walls that are already squelching and wet. 

What bitchy comment you made pays off immediately, the sound of a saccharine sweet moan he pulls from you making his dick twitch. There’s a pellet of want in his sternum, something he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager who groped a pair of tits in the locker room for the first time. 

After a few minutes of dragging sweet sounds from you, he experimentally pulls his fingers out, more than pleased to see your eyes open and peer at him with indignation. You huff, rubbing your socked feet together in silent anticipation. 

You open your mouth to protest, only to cut yourself off with a high pitched whine as he urges three of his fingers, much bigger than any other boy you’ve had (but you won’t tell him that) back between your pussy. Preening against his touch, you move your hips back to meet at his knuckles. 

Sukuna laughs once, and again when you clench around his fingers at his amusement. 

“Oh.” Is what you say, all watery and whiny when he thrusts one, two, three, four times in rapid movements. It catches you off guard, and you squirm. Your fingers grapple at your sheets, face twisting to hide from his penetrating gaze. He’s enamored with your face, the way it pinches in delight. 

“Are you gonna cum?” 

You laugh amidst a pleasured whimper. 

“No- you can fuck me now.” 

Whatever face he made, you choose not to see.

He grunts, laying a smack against your pussy and kneading the fat of your hips while he aligns his. Slowly, just like your bratty, bossy ass said, he eases the tip of his cock between your plush thighs, your hot, tight walls. You pinch your face, focusing on being relaxed, letting out a garbled whimper as he sinks himself to the hilt. 

The notion of him pulling out (before slamming back in, as all men do too quickly), has you reaching a hand out and nudging at his stomach to stop him. 

“Slow.” You reprimand. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He thinks he's gonna cum.

Sukuna graces you by easing in and out twice, dragging out a soft, sweet hum from you before he rolls his hips in a dangerously fast notion. He likes it when you squeal in surprise. Maybe if you’re not as bossy the rest of the time, he’ll look you in the eye and speak to you casually the next time you're at the basketball court with Uraume.

The tip, all angry and red just like him, pushes against your cervix. You get to squirm for a quick second before both of his hands grab at your hips to push you down, to shut you up, to keep you still. A small, uncomfortable giggle bubbles in your throat, peering at him out of the corner of your eyes. 

How your eyes are slit, the way you’re expression is lidded and enchanted, has Sukuna grunting and thrusting against you harshly. Your lips, all glossy and annoyingly cute, curl into a satiated smile, parting a mere second after as he pulls out all the way just to bully himself back in. 

You sink into the bed, back arched to practiced perfection. 

“That’s right,” He breathes, fucking into you at a pace that forces your jaw slaw, “There you go.” 

Your lashes flutter at his words go straight to your gut, hearing the petulant smack of him against your clit, the plush of your thighs. He inches closer, and you gasp as he knees you further apart and forces himself even deeper. 

Thumbs nudge at the dimples in your back, pressing against them as he forces your hips to fuck against him. The fat of your ass squishes against his lower abdomen, and you swear he’s so thick you can feel the outline of one of his veins in your walls. 

“Shit.” You cry, pushing yourself upright to stay steady against the forceful thrusts that threaten to knock your head into the metal bed frame. Sukuna shakes his head, moving his hands and leaning over to push you back down. 

Breath leaves you, and you whimper when you feel his hands against your cheek, the back of your head, shoving your face into the sheets again. 

“Sorry.” The whisper in your voice as you hiccup a moan that has Sukuna shaking his head once more in disbelief because he’s about to bust. He pulls out, forcing himself to fucking not, taking one of his hands (don’t worry, you’re still coerced down with the other) to give you an angry smack on your ass. 

You’ve never heard a man growl like he just did. And well, you’ve been around the block. It’s strained and jarring and fucking hot, the way Sukuna does it in warning. 

A minute later and he’s shoving himself back into you with no warning, making sure you stay right here as he pinches the chunk of flesh on your cheek. His palm is flat, forcing your lips into a dirty pout that muffles any noise that bubbles between them. 

“Mhm,” He murmurs, impressed that he didn’t cum right then and there when he caught sight of your watery eyes looking so pornographic, “Keep your mouth fucking shut.” 

Sukuna’s good, you’ll give him that. So you try, only to be obscured and mushed into a babbling mess the longer he fucks into you. It’s overwhelming, the way his cock stretches you out. Your walls flutter with relief each time he teases you as he pulls all the way out, only to be devastatingly, pleasurable split open with the harsh, nipped roll of his hips. 

There’s a slap to your cheek. And you hum. 

“Oh,” He goads, “You like that.” 

You’re nodding, and he’s flipping you over, yanking you and pushing right back into you. It makes your head swim as he grabs your face between his finger, squishing it and molding it like clay. Your lips pucker like a little, helpless fish, wondering for a split second if he’ll kiss you. 

He doesn’t. You don’t mind. It feels better than a kiss when he releases your face only to reel his hand back and slap you so hard across the face your ears begin to ring. 

Sukuna likes that dumb look on your face, gripping the dips of your waist so he can fuck himself harder into you. The gasps and wiggles, the way your small, manicured fingers wrap around his biceps has the sharpness of his cheekbones flushing with color. It brings a brief look of annoyance to his face, because he’s on the verge of cumming again. 

Your nails dig into the muscles of his upper arms, lips parted and face pinched in that sweet expression as you gaze at him with a disbelieving look at how deep he’s hitting. 

“It’s too much, let me flip over-“ The begging falls of deaf ears, a large hand decorated in thick ink wrapping around your throat to finally fucking quiet you. Sukuna doesn’t let you worm away, pushing you into the bed to keep you right where you belong so he can pummel you to his own orgasm. 

That look on your face- blissfully fucked out and controlled, face warm, it’s too much for Sukuna’s stamina. He pulls out, hissing under his breath as he busts all over your stomach. It squirts across your smooth skin; part of him wants to smear it and rub it in.  

And you laugh. Breathy and choked, reaching up and wiping your eyes from the tears of being choked a millisecond from passing out. Sukuna unwraps his hand from your throat, giving you a supportive, congratulative pat on your cheek. 

“Why are you fucking laughing?” You're weird and cocky.

You wave him off, turning and pulling open a drawer in your bedside table. Rummaging, you pull out a package of wet wipes, opening it for the two of you as you clean yourself off and toss it in the trashcan by your bed. And shit, to Sukuna, you look more well prepared than him. 

He takes one and cleans himself off. You pull up your panties and yank over a shirt large enough to come to your knees. The braids in your hair are frizzy, your bottom lip wet and chewed from your own vacillation. 

A satisfied smile smears across your face as you re-balm your lips, Sukuna eyeing your incurious face as he yanks on his boxers and joggers. You lay flat on the bed, giving yourself a minute to bask in the recently-fucked high. 

“Thanks.” You murmur to him as he pulls on a white shirt. Black ink teases through the sheen fabric, and you watch with an apathetic hunger. 

“Sure.” 

He’s grabbing his keys, and you’re walking him out the door. Sukuna looks at the socks you’re wearing, the same socks tracing up and down his lower back as your legs were wrapped around his torso; he entertains the idea of feeling it again. 

“Bye! Drive safe.” 

“See ya.” 

You shut the door behind him, a giddy, exultant smile on your face as you trail back to your room so you can call your friends and tell them about how good you were just fucked. How hot he was. That is was Sukuna, that guy who knows and hangs out with Choso. But you’ll text him first. 

drive safe! I had fun. Let me know if you wanna do it again. ଘ( ˊωˋ)†

He texts you ten minutes later, home.

the fuck is that?

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen x reader #jjk ryomen #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jujustu kai #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #welp! #there she is #happy friday and happy mf new year #this is so self ship bc this was me lmfao #enjoy ladies and gents #my works

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Feel Better

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!

Length: 674

Summary: Bucky takes care of you while you’re sick.

A/N: I am currently sick so I decided to write a cute little post to make me feel better (and so I can procrastinate on my calc homework)

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You felt fine a day ago. Maybe your throat was a little scratchy and you sneezed maybe once or twice but you felt completely fine. But Bucky knew better.

The scratchy throat soon turned into a sore throat and the sneeze turned into a coughing fit and a low fever.

“Bucky, I’m fine!” You push your boyfriend’s hand away from your shoulder and try to get out of bed.

“Doll, you need to rest.” You give up and let Bucky gently tuck you into bed.

“Bucky, It’s probably just allergies.”

“Doll, you’re burning up and all you want is soup. It’s not allergies.” You sigh and watch as he goes into the bathroom.

You hear him turn on the bathtub and fill it with warm water and some Epsom salt. He goes into your side of the dresser and gets out a clean pair of black sweatpants, a pair of underwear, and his red henley that you stole.

“Really, Doll?” Bucky turns to you with a smirk.

“It’s a comfy shirt and it smells like you.” You shrug.

Bucky lets out a laugh and brings the clothes into the bathroom. He grabs one of your favorite candles and lights it before turning off the bathroom lights. He goes to your side of the bed and sits next to you, gently stroking the side of your face.

“Come on, Doll. This will make you feel better, and I’ll make you a nice bowl of canned soup and some ginger tea.” You laugh at his comment about soup but start coughing.

“Bucky, just go stay with Steve. I don’t want to get you sick!” Bucky looks at you before kissing your lips.

“Well, I just kissed you so now I guess I’m sick.” You gasp before weakly punching his arm.

Bucky’s face scrunches and he holds his arm. “OW! What the fuck Doll?”

“Why did you do that, I’m sick! I don’t want to take care of your whiny ass!”

Bucky smiles down at you and kisses you again. “Doll, I’m a super soldier. You don’t need to worry about me.”

You look up at him before grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry for punching your arm.”

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose before getting up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. “It’s ok, Doll. Now let’s get you in the bath.”

Bucky gently puts you on your feet and helps you undress. He peppers kisses all over your body, saying how sorry he is that you’re sick. He gently takes your hand and helps you get into the tub, making sure that you’re comfortable.

“Ok, Doll. I’m going to make your tea and soup, I’ll be back with a glass of water.”

You grab his hand before he can leave and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, baby.”

He kisses your forehead with a smile. “Anything for you.” And Bucky leaves the bathroom, leaving the door open in case you needed him.

You relax into the bathtub and close your eyes. You could feel your muscles relax as you let yourself be. However, the chills start to come and soon you’re shivering. You decide to sit in the bath for a few minutes before getting out to get dressed, you wanted to get all of the “sick” off of you.

Bucky comes in with a glass of ice cold water. “Doll, you’re shivering!”

He quickly puts the water on the counter before rushing to you. He helps you get out of the tub and gently dries you before helping you in your clothes.

“Can you get me some medicine?” You ask, your teeth chattering.

“I already put it on your bedside table with your soup and tea.” Bucky quickly picks you up to tuck you into bed.

“You don’t have to do all this Buck, I can handle getting into bed myself.” You tell him as he runs to get the water he left in the bathroom.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m doing what I want to do and that’s taking care of you.”

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[bl00d-bunny]

wakeup call - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after you're late for a shift at patsy's pies, lip swings by your apartment to check on you

-warnings- smut minors dni!!, smoking (w33d), shameless activities lol, general smuttiness, unprotected p in v (be smart, wrap it!),

-word count- 2k

-additional notes- not proofread or edited,

18+ minors do not interact!

the southside wasn’t the best place to live and you knew that, between the near-constant construction and the fights on the streets it was a miracle that you ever got a lay in. you hadn’t been able to sleep until at least 3 am since your neighbours decided to blast crappy songs in an attempt to hide the fact they were fucking all night long (it didn’t work, obviously). And it sounded like they just started up again, great.

you sigh as you glance at the clock, 9.34 am, there goes your lie-in. you roll over and pull a pillow over your head, but the pounding against the wall only gets louder. eventually, you decide you can’t take it anymore, full of rage and lack of sleep, you throw yourself out of your warm bed, tugging your robe on tight. as you make your way to the front door you realise the banging was not your neighbours going for round 5, it was someone knocking on your door, aggressively.

you grab the wooden baseball bat you keep by the front door just in case and make your way to the door. on your tip toes, bat raised, you squint to look through the peephole. you roll your eyes and lower the bat. what was lip gallagher doing pounding on your door on a sunday morning?

“what do you want?” you swing the door open.

juxtapose to his knocking, he didn’t seem angry.

“fi sent me, you didn’t show up for your shift,” he said plainly.

fiona really helped you out when you were in a bad place, she gave you a job at patsy’s and let you rent one of her apartments. she got you off the streets and gave you stability and for that, you were forever grateful but you knew you didn’t have a shift today, you never had a shift on a sunday, and in the rare case you worked a sunday shift you wouldn’t start til 11. you told lip that much.

“it’s saturday and…” he pulled out his phone to check the time, “it’s quarter past 12,”

“what? no, my clock said…” you trailed off rushing back to your bedroom

9.34 am still flashed on your alarm clock, the power must have gone out. you grabbed your phone from where it was charging but it didn’t turn on. it died last night on your shift, but you plugged it in. and it was still plugged in you pushed the cord and your phone lit up letting you know it was finally charging.

“fuck!” you flopped back onto your bed, dragging your hands down your face.

“i’ll call fiona,” you jumped not realising he had followed you, standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“thank you, i’ll literally be 5 minutes,” you pushed past him making your way to the bathroom.

you brushed your teeth in record time, turning the faucet off you overheard him on the phone.

“…she can’t stop throwing up, fi. there’s no way she can come in.”

you poked your head out of the bathroom “what the fuck are you doing?!?” you mouthed to him.

“relax, trust me” he turned his attention back to his phone, “i think i’m gonna stay here a little while and make sure she’s okay,”

you looked at him with wide eyes, what was he doing? you were practically ready for work and he just told fiona you’re not going in.

“what was that all about?” you started as soon as his phone was back in his pocket.

“well now neither of us has to go to work” he shrugged with a smug smile.

“and what if fiona decides to come to check up on us?” you questioned. when you are actually sick, sometimes fiona will stop by and check on you, maybe bring you some soup and a box of tissues. what if she came to check up on you and saw you were fine and lip was nowhere to be seen?

“guess we will have to hang out here, ya know just in case,” he settled himself on the sofa.

“whatever, i’m gonna try and get some sleep,” lack of sleep finally caught up to you as you shuffled to your bed that had long lost its warmth.

after what felt like an eternity you gave up on going back to sleep. tired of tossing and turning you moved to the living room. plopping yourself on the opposite side of the couch from where lip was scrolling on his phone, as whatever daytime show played on your tv. you reached under your coffee table, pulled out your rolling tray, and began rolling a joint. you saw lip watching you out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore him until you brought the joint to your lips. you locked eyes with him as you slowly slide your tongue out to lick the gum strip before rolling the joint closed. you only broke eye contact to find a lighter, which of course you couldn’t find. lip shifted his body weight as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, he moved closer to you and sparked it. you leaned in, joint held between your lips, looking down as the end glowed red in the orange flame.

you brought your fingers up to remove the blunt from your lips, closing your eyes and leaning back as you inhale, feeling the warmth of the weed spread throughout your whole body, instantly relaxing you. exhaling, you sit up again taking another puff before holding the spliff towards lip, instead of taking it he pulled you closer to him with your outstretched arm. you’re confused until you finally exhale your last puff and he inhales it keeping his eyes on yours. you bring the joint to your lips once more, inhaling deeper this time, moving your lips inches away from his as you exhaled.

you watch as the milky smoke moves from your lips to his. your entire being is warm, maybe its the weed, maybe its lips hands resting on your legs, or simply the close proximity, but you feel lightheaded. finally breaking eye contact with him you place the joint in the ashtray- but don’t you move from your cross-legged position and he doesn’t move his hands from your legs.

you watched his eyes fall from yours to your lips and back again. you knew what was coming next, it was only a matter of time. you and lip have had this predicament going on for a while now. you’d flirt with each other, tease each other, until the tension hung in the air like smoke, and just when one of you was about to make a move, there was always an interruption. sometimes it was a phone call, or someone walking in, no matter what it was the interruption was always there. maybe it was a sign that you shouldn’t, but neither of you cared enough to pay it any mind.

but here, in your apartment, alone, together, with nowhere to be, there was no interruption this time. he knew that you knew that, still neither made the move to close the gap. maybe a little more weed would help speed things along, you reached towards the half-smoked joint still in the ashtray, but he stopped you, his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. before you could say anything, do anything, his lips were on yours, hungry as if he was starved and only you could satisfy his hunger.

his hands on your face pulling you impossibly close, you pulled yourself to be on his lap, your arms around his neck fingers tangling in his hair. no distractions, no interruptions, just you two on the couch smoke hanging in clouds around, keeping the world out.

you feel him grow hard beneath you, grinding against him, searching for friction in any form, he growled in your mouth so you continued.

he pinned you between himself and your worn-down couch, his tongue moving against your own. you bucked your hips, still chasing any kind of touch or friction. his large hands came to pin your hips against the tattered couch, you whined missing the movement.

“be patient,” he kissed your jaw. you turned your head to allow him more access as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. you bit down on your lip to not give him the satisfaction.

he soon found out how worked up he’d got you when he shoved his hand down your pants. his slender fingers teasing your clit with large, slow circles. you reach between you to start unbuttoning his pants but he uses his opposite hand to pin your wrists above your head.

“really?” you huff out

“i told you to be patient,” he smirked applying pressure to your clit that caused you to squirm beneath him, his teeth at your neck.

eventually, he removed his hand from your wrists in favour of your boobs, pulling your neckline down to expose your chest. one hand pinching at your nipple, the other keeping up the slow circles on your clit, as if he couldn’t be doing anymore he brought his lips to your free nipple, sucking and nipping leaving you a mess. the room was spinning, your head clouded, heart beating wildly underneath your ribcage.

he removed himself from you, much to your displeasure. with his legs on either side of you, he unbuttoned your pants, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion, leaving you breathless. with him above you now you could see his cock struggling against his jeans, almost instinctively you reach up to unbutton them. he stands up to remove them further as you kick yours from around your ankles.

he kneels over you once more, one hand next to your head the other pumping his cock between you. you look down to watch, subconsciously biting your lip. he readies himself between your legs, and you wrap your arms around his neck. in one agonisingly slow thrust he bottomed out. you squeezed your eyes shut mentally adjusting your self.

he places a hand on your hip as he pulls out almost completely, he looks down where the two of you connect. you can’t help but buck your hips desperate to feel him inside of you again. he brings both his hands to you hips to press you into the couch, all you can do is whine, showing him just how desperate you are.

before you knew it his hips snapped against yours in a ruthless thrust causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, a mix of a moan and a scream climb from your throat.

his lips against your ear now “ i warned you to be paitent,” his voice darker than before

“guess i’ll just have to teach. you. a lesson.” each word punctuated with a thrust deeper than the last. you felt yourself coming undone, he knew it too, between the moans you let out and your nails in his back, lip knew exactly what he was doing to you.

he released you hips from his grasp but didn’t let up on the speed, he brought his thumb to your clit drawing slow steady circles, a mind-numbing contrast to his thrusts now growing sloppy.

his breath hot across your face, he was close, you were too, it was a matter of time before one of you came tipping the other over the edge. he picked up the circles on your clit hoping to make you come first, you attacked his neck with your tongue, trying not to give him the satisfaction. but it was to little to late, he had you a mess beneath him, you wrapped a leg around his hip, allowing him to hit just the right spot.

in a matter of seconds, you came, closing your eyes you allowed yourself to be swallowed by the sensations, lip following closely behind, collapsing on top of you.

eyes still closed, trying to catch your breath, you feel lip get up and move to the other side of the couch, then you hear the lighter click and his steady inhale. without opening your eyes you stick you hand out in his direction awaiting the joint, instead you only hear him inhale again. you sit up giving him a death glare.

“did that lesson really teach you nothing?” he smirks before blowing the smoke in your direction.

you stand up, taking the joint from him before sitting on his lap, taking a long inhale.

“i guess i’ll be needing more lessons then”

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[christinarowie332]

my boys .

chris and matt sturniolo x bestfriend

chris sturniolo x best friend original character

warnings : drunk character , swearing , will be a part 2 .

———

one drink .

it was supposed to be anyway.

as i sit on the toilet of a random friend of a friends house it suddenly hits me how drunk i actually am . im still , but it feels like im rocking back and forth . am i rocking back and forth?

im not too bad with my drink , as in , i won’t throw up , and i don’t really get hangovers, however my stubbornness always gets the best of me when im drinking . like now , one glass of rose with a friend turns into me on my 7th shot at someone’s house party because i believed my own tolerance was higher then it actually was .

i close my eyes and swallow the acid that tries to surface, my face contorts at the taste and a feel a surge of anxiety fill my spine . is this the night i throw up ?

i open my phone and scroll through my snapchat , random people’s story’s , some from the same party i’m at now . i’m guessing anyway , my blurred vision makes it hard to see anything , especially as i open text messages to ask someone to pick me up , and the text on my keyboard seems to shift and dance around the screen . opening mine and chris’s messages with a slight smile , i start typing . i love that boy .

chrus are you homw?

who the fuck is chrus ?

yes i am home u ok?

drink

hmm?

drunk

oh

can yoi comw pick me up plx i’m with gracee!

i hate grace

me tpo

love yoi tho

i love you too casey

are you at graces house ?

no

okay so where ??

id

id?

just send me your location, i’ll get matt to come pick you up .

but i wann see you ??

i’ll obviously come with him

cant have u puking on his seats !!!!

how tf doe u being there stop me puuilking ??

i’ll catch it with my hands 🥰😍😍

your diss gusting

i’ll slurp it like soup 😜😘

cheis stop ur gonnna makie me throw up

love you

be there iab cdawg

i giggle slightly at the conversation. full confidence in my typing skills as i send him my location and get up from the toilet . too fast . i make my way out side and sit on the porch of the house , scrolling through tiktok as i wait for the boys to come get me . i love them so much .

the cold weather makes it hard for me to scroll properly, the temperature making my fingers work in slow motion as i watch every video on my for you page extremely intensely, trying my hardest to focus on that instead of the hangziety that currently is deciding to reside in my brain . after a few minutes, i hear bass of a car approach the house and lift my head up wobbly, seeing the familiar headlights and number plate .

i smile and attempt to get up , but as i said before . it’s cold as shit . my legs fail me and i only make it half the way up before i start back right where i started . ass on the ground.

“bro”

chris’s croaky voice allows my eyes to snap away from the ground , meeting his raised eyebrows and his dumbfounded smile as he watches me gather my surroundings.

“christopher!” i say happily, getting up slight too fast and stumbling into his chest . his arms catch me around my waist and i look up to him sheepishly , seeing him allready looking at me with a shit eating grin .

“hello casey , come on let’s get you home” he says as he turns me to his side , supporting my weight against his hip and under his arm , making his way to the car .

as we reach the door he opens it and attempts to put me in the back seat . i don’t duck quite as quick and i end up bashing my head against the car doorframe.

“shit sorry!” he says before hissing through his teeth and continues to help me in the car , following my own path and sitting next to me in the back . i rub my head dramatically and slowly look to chris beside me , his smile not meeting his eyes as he looks at my hand and takes it away from my head , looking for bruising .

his one hand stays on mine as the other brushes my hair from my forehead, making sure i wasn’t hurt . my eyes stay on him . his lips curled in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed in worry . he meets my eyes and smiles . then they move down to his other hand that is still on mine in my lap . he tries to pull it away awkwardly but in drunken confidence i grab it . swinging my body around and laying on his side , putting my head on his shoulder . after a few minutes he relaxes , and i feel his curls touch my forehead as his head leans on top of mine . drawing out a sigh of relief from me .

“i feel like a fucking uber driver” matt says from the front , breaking the comfortable silence .

“you are our fucking uber driver” i reply , my eyes still closed against chris’s shoulder. i feel chris’s shoulders move as he laughs , making me smile and open my eyes .

“oh so i’m getting paid for this ?” he says looking at me through the mirror.

i stay silent

“i know your not asleep casey i can see your eyes”

i close my eyes .

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idk i’ll post part 2 tomorrow i just cba to do the whole thing now lmao !!!

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[tumbleweedbee]

male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

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[jungwnies]

warnings : kitchen sex , smut , mdi pairing : husband!wonwoo x afab!reader

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his favorite thing to do, each time he passed you by you in the kitchen… smack. that. ass.

“can you pass me the cayenne?” you ask as your stirred the wooden spoon in the big pot.

it didn’t take long for you to feel the presence of the taller male behind you. he hands you the cayenne and then wraps his arms around your waist resting his chin on the top of your shoulder.

“smell good, but i’d rather eat something else.” he says teasingly pressing a kiss against your neck.

you roll your eyes and slightly push him off you, “it’s a kitchen hazard to distract a chef.”

“you’re not a chef though, you’re just my amazing wife who cooks.” he jokes turning you around after you set the cayenne and the spoon down.

he picks you up and you squirm around telling him to, “let me go!”

he sets you down on the island and stands between your legs, “how long till dinner is ready?” he asks.

you shrug, “20-30 minutes?” you guess.

“maybe i should start with dessert first?” he asks putting his hands on each of your thighs and moving his hands up and down.

you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer, “in your dreams babe.”

his hand inches closer to your core and you can’t lie, you did want him. but the chances of the soup currently bubbling on the stove spilling was a bit too high. “don’t start something you can’t finish.” you warn rolling your eyes.

“i can finish, can you?” he challenges.

“fuck it, come here.” you pull him in this time for real and kiss him.

the both of your lips move synchronously as you reach for the button on his jeans and undo them, his fingers fondled with the band of your shorts as he slipped a finger under your panties as well pulling the both of them down at the same time.

his cock was hard, and he could feel the heat and dampness of your core quickly.

it didn’t take long for him to fill your pussy up with his cock and move in and out as you sat on the counter.

he thrusted in and out with hardness successfully hitting your g-spot each time like it was nothing, sending you over the edge quickly.

it wasn’t long until the two of you were a moaning mess on the counter and his seed filled you up as your cum mixed with his.

you throw your head back and stand up off the island. “clean off the counter and keep an eye on the soup.” you tell him breathlessly as you picked up your panties and shorts off the ground and went to the bathroom to pee.

when you came back wonwoo had his pants back on and a rag in one hand cleaning off the island the two of you just fucked on.

you make your way to the stove and give it a stir, “soup should be done soon.”

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[bluishfrog]

HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

#blu rambles #like a LOT #but if you made it to the end of this post you get a hug <3 #bluishfrog art

[skaiplana]

Read Harrow the Ninth. Went insaner. Read As Yet Unsent. Shitpost and thoughts:

- God's name is John. He makes dad jokes.

- I am glad this is a universe where God can be: a) killed b) fucked. We have empirical evidence

- on that note, let's do dios apate minor three but make it a foursome with me baby. Let me get that ancient pussy and/or dick

- rip Mercymorn that woman served cunt was a cunt and talked!! In an amazing! Way!! Do you think she would fix my scoliosis?

- rip Augustine he was a cunt too. Trying to send god to hell is iconic. Of course Ianthe would kill him.

- Mercy and Augustine... they hated each other. They worked together to kill god. They had a suicide pact. They wanted to be burried next to each other. They died only a few minutes apart.

- Ianthe that gay little pathetic snake.

- CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE 'GALL ON GALL' JOKE I DONT GET IT

- GIDEON (2) IS BACK!!! NOW WITH MORE FUCKED UP PARENTAL ISSUES!!!

- is Gideon (2) biologically Mercy's or Wake's kid? I thought she was Wake's because everything Mercy made died but I've seen some people say otherwise

- so like. Wake is evil virgin Mary. Gideon (2) is space lesbian Jesus.

- Gideon (1) is OUT, Pyrra is IN! What that entails I do not know but she seems cooler than him

- how do you get in affair with a commander of your enemy. How do you not use a condom or like kill your sperm. Why were you afraid it's your kid Gideon (Pyrra?).

- when John asked if Harrow and Ianthe are using protection what did he mean. Is he implying that there is a possibility of pregnancy? Is he concerned about infections and stds? They could just cure those? Is he saying that there are like dental dams somewhere on mithraeum

- Harrow. What can I say? She did a diy lobotomy. She's haunted. Every woman wants her. She's in love with a dead body. She made a soup out of her own bone and tried to murder someone with it. I want to hug her

- yk I'm starting to think that the Emperor Undying is a wretched liar a dick and a colonizer. Just a hunch.

- now I don't believe anything he's ever said and I'm thinking that Harrow probably did open the tomb

- Camilla is alive and well!!! Sex Pal is almost alive an fairly well!! Can we get him out of the bones

- Coronabeth is realizing how fucked up the nine houses are! Deuteros is not!

- Abigail!!! Magnus!!! I'm glad I got to see more of them. Abigail is actually so cool I want them to adopt me

- the actual Dulcinea! She's so cool too

- the alive Protesilaus being a poet udhdhehhehe and Ortus having internal beef with him

- Ortus is an interesting person now! Also the way everyone likes his poetry except for Harrow is peak comedy

- they actually summoned Nonius. Then he killed ghost Wake. Then they made a dnd party and went to to fight the Resurrection Beast and they WON I guess. These series is a comedy

- I actually understood everything most of the time except for some obscure words (please explain gall on gall tho)

#the locked tomb #locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth

[thydungeongal]

apologies if this has been asked already, but I'm curious as to why you enjoy monsterhearts so much? you recommend it because the mechanics support narrative arc, due to the way the skins are narratively connected to a certain high school clique. but I found that to be the most frustrating part of the game, honestly.

I was constantly hitting my head against the narrative and my character because it felt like there was only one way to really play a skin and their arc. one of my favorite things to do in ttrpgs is to Subvert classes and tropes, but in monsterhearts your relationship to your class (and the mechanics that go with it) feel either static or inevitable. The Queen is always the Queen Bee, which I guess makes sense, but it simply feels boring.

your monsterheart post was in response to why everyone likes d&d warlock, and op said its because warlock's mechanics are strictly tied to its narrative, but i disagree: I think a lot of people, me included, like warlock because of the Choices and freedoms that come with the class. you didn't Have to play a warlock with a direct, antagonistic, and codependent conflict with their patron. because the game does not have any specific mechanics for patrons, you can kind of do whatever with them.

I always think that limits will make someone think more creatively in those bounds, and I was hoping monsterheart would have that sort of creative energy, but when I was playing it, I felt like I was wrangling the rules and my own moveset at every turn.

am i simply not viewing the game in the right way? is it just not for me? am i not being creative enough? I'm trying to get over the mindset that rules are the enemy, but idk. i just haven't been able to really get into smaller ttrpgs except like, troika! (which i do love a lot tbh), and i want to know what I'm missing. sorry for the long, rambling question

It might simply not be for you. For me the fact that the skins each represent a clear narrative trope within high school drama that has ways that the rules encourage them to act in (those ways being Bad because the point of the game is to produce explosive melodrama) is a net positive, because the character skins are not just "classes" but also archetypes. And while within a single skin the narrative arc of the character can feel like it's prewritten it never exists in isolation: there are always the other PCs, the rest of the school, and the town the characters live in, as well as whatever Threat threatens the town this time. All of those, in combination, are what makes the arc and what makes the narrative truly emergent. Monsterhearts really shines as a game where the PCs are at each other's throats and working at cross purposes, and because of that the best experience comes from approaching it via simply producing the most fun melodrama while trying to fuck with the other characters.

Also I do think there's something to be said for the freedom afforded by the Warlock in D&D in having the license to consider the character's relationship to their patron, but I also see that there being very little meat to the relationship with the patron, mechanically, means that there is also very little narrative weight attached to it. Because narratives in RPGs emerges from mechanics. The Warlock is a great example of a class that has well-established ties to the fiction of the world and that suggests drama, but still leaves all of that up to the group. Or, as @rathayibacter said in the replies to that post:

the thing that kills me is that, rules as written, your warlock patron doesnt actually matter. dnd gives zero tools to the players or gms for how to get a warlock's patron involved in the game outside a few vague suggestions. it's the best the game's got to offer, and its still 95% people bringing their own soup to the restaurant that only sells stale crackers.

Anyway, D&D also has strong character archetypes for the point of the game it's mechanically most opinionated about: combat. While people do complain about Rogues doing nothing but sneak attack all day, that's literally what the fiction sets them up to do, and a Rogue that sneak attacks all day in D&D is doing God's own work. So too with the Mortal who ends up in the middle of a romantic triangle/square/pentacle in Monsterhearts thus making the situation more fucked up, because that drama is what the mechanics of Monsterhearts are concerned with.

But yeah tastes on this do vary and some people are okay with background stuff being just suggestions, but I personally like it when it is actually in harmony with and supported by the mechanics, because that makes the fiction tangibly real in the game. But idk

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