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Tumblr reblog chains are in danger.
It seems that the staff is actually going to go forward with their decision to remove reblog chains, where reblogs will basically work like regular comments on other websites.
This doesn't just make the site completely unusable, it removes the soul of the community that has managed to build up here over the years, and that I'm so happy to have recently joined.
It makes impossible the creation of great posts where many people build up a single thing, until it is a gem of expressed human creativity.
There will be no more world heritage posts, no more messing around with your mutuals, no posts worth remembering.
There will be no more Tumblr, and the Tikblr or TumbTube or whatever monstrosity is born from its corpse will soon die, as is probably the best. And then there will never be another place like this on the internet, no place anymore to run to, no more fun, no more community.
I recommend a simple course of action. When these changes get imposed upon us, stop using Tumblr. Get your mutuals' discords, your favourite artists' websites, and leave. If the Tumblr we have once known returns, we well too. If not, better let it die quickly than suffer a long and painful decline.
I beg you to reblog this, for the more people see it, the higher chanses are for this to work.
And add something, so we can show them what Tumblr is really for.
includes: f! reader, aged up! characters, dom! maki / sub! yuuta, cunnilingus, bondage, overstim
maki using you to teach yuuta how to eat pussy !!（〃∀〃；）
well, teach might not be the right word. it's kind of like when parents throw their kids into the pool and force them to learn how to swim.
her hand has a vice grip on the roots of his jet locks, shoving his pretty face between your legs — legs that are tied by the ankles to either side of the bedframe. yuuta clearly has barely any clue what he's doing, but, to his credit, he can barely breathe.
his tongue is lapping at your sopping cunny so so so desperately, no direction or technique in sight. it's not even close to enough to make you cum, it's barely even stimulation at all. ugh!!
maki can tell you're dissatisfied — it's written all over your face and clear in your lack of moans — and it brings a scowl onto her face. "yuuta," she hisses, dragging his face against your sex, "try harder."
yuuta tries to mumble some sort of apology from his useless mouth, though it comes out as just a weak whine.
"listen to me," she scolds. and, again, it's just a whine in response.
though, he seems to actually listen. you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as his tongue tentatively flattens on the underside of your throbbing clit. the moan the bubbles from your parted lips is enough confirmation that he's finally doing something close to right. so, he does it again. and again. and again. until your choked moans and the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your weeping bud fill the room.
"that's better," maki grumbles, and you can feel yuuta's lips curve into a smile at her half-hearted praise.
it's not long before your strangled, pitchy moans grow louder and yuuta's slurping the cum you're despoting onto his eager tongue. maki smiles a little as your squirm and whine through your orgasm — though your writhing is heavily reduced by your restraints. she uses her free hand to gently rub up and down your trembling thigh in a stark contrast to how hard she's gripping yuuta's hair, forcing his mouth onto your twitchy, overstimulated cunt again.
"too much, maki! tell 'im i need a — ah! — break," you gasp out when yuuta's tongue doesn't let up, flicking your throbbing clit like it's all he's ever wanted.
she almost laughs in your face at that. too much? no. he won't be done until he's mastered the art of making a pretty girl cum. "not yet," she says with a small head shake , "put your tongue in 'er, yuu," she instructs the boy.
and, he is so obident to her every command — she has him on the shortest leash, you think — sinking his hot tongue into your hole. he moans against your pussy when it excitedly clenches around the pretty pink muscle. he fucks his tongue in and out of your spasmodic entrance, a small smile on his lips as another climax seems to crash over you.
and, true to maki's word, yuuta spends hours learning between your legs until he is an expert! though, unfortunately for you, you end up a shaking, sniffling mess after far too many orgasms (o^▽^o)
what happens when the big bad wolf sets his sights on little red riding hood instead? ⁀ ❣︎
˚ʚ minors, ageless and blank blogs dni! ɞ˚
cw: p in v, unprotected sex (pls wrap before you tap), wolf hybrid! toji, reader is nicknamed as 'red', mentions of stalking, slight coercion, panty sniffing, cunnilingus, pussy spanking, edging, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, knotting
an: ya ha ha ! word count: 3.2k
taglist: @tojibreedingme @satoruwiki @starlitsawamura @angel222faerie
"come out, come out wherever you are."
a sinful, gravelly voice echoes through the darkness of the forest, the low timbre of the sound triggering your fight or flight. gingerly, your hands clutch the crimson satin of your cape around your body more as if it was a cloak that could shield you from the looming shadows and away from the man that was hunting you.
with your back against a tree, you try your best to keep still despite the wild thrumming of your heart, the organ pumping not only blood but adrenaline through your veins. your wicker basket hangs loosely beside you, freshly baked bread and pastries go to waste, especially when the predator hunting you had a penchant for meat instead.
"i can smell y'er fear, red," the voice chuckles once again, trying to coax you out of your hiding place so that he can sink his claws into you and never let you go. "and it is such a sweet smell."
every breeze past your ears tricks your mind into thinking it's the tickle of his breath which makes you all the more hyperaware of your surroundings. your hand clamps over your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you try to steady your nerves.
your grandma's words echo through your mind. to never wander around the dark woods once the sun sets. to always go straight home.
but you were always a curious one. always a rule breaker. one for rebellion and mischief. it was a trait you prided yourself on at times, but in this case, it was your achilles heel. you should have gone straight home back to the safety of your cottage instead of tempting fate.
because fate came with an acute sense of smell and a set of sharp teeth that wanted nothing more than to ravish you from head to toe.
the woods go eerily quiet, with no more taunting words or the lingering feeling of danger and dread, the moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating from the forest canopy to the dirt below.
ballet flat adorned feet tip-toe quietly away from the tree as you take in your surroundings, eyes and ears looking and hearing for anything that resembled the predator that called this place home. but when you don't, you pick up the pace, wanting to get out as quickly as possible.
dodging brambles and bushes, withering trees with spindly branches and twigs, you cut through the woods, knowing it like the back of your hand as you make your way home.
but as fate would have it, you weren't getting away that easily.
a misstep on a slippery algae-covered rock sends your body flying, a yelp echoing through the forest like a beacon for its inhabitants. a pang of dread hits your body as you brace yourself for impact onto the ground below, limbs rigid.
but it never came.
instead, fate had caught you in a set of burly arms and taut muscles, cradling you to his body as a whiff of musk and that sickening smell of iron cuts through the fresh air of the forest.
"found you, red," the man coos wolfishly, victoriously. your breath hitches in your throat, body immobilised with not only dread but also with an undercurrent of excitement.
you had heard of the big bad wolf that lived within the woods, a hybrid that prowled the misty grounds. and you longed to see him. especially when you heard the rumours that flitted around town that he was devilishly handsome.
but before you could even turn around to look at the hybrid that had captured you, the front of your body is immediately pinned against the trunk of the nearest tree.
"ye think i haven't seen ya, huh? prancing around in my woods with y'er little skirt that barely covers y'er ass?" his voice brushes your ear as he pins your wrists against the small of your back, a singular large hand clasping the two together.
"i- i don't know what you're talking about!" you squeak out, body squirming against the tree trunk, trying to break free from his iron grip.
"don't act dumb with me, red," he groans when his other hand flips your frilly skirt up, exposing your lower half to his beady eyes. "not when i can smell just how aroused y'er are."
once again, you try to look over your shoulder to see who had captured you, wanting to confirm the rumours you've heard. but before you could, a sharp spank lands on your perky cheek which drags out a mix between a gasp and a moan from your lips, eyes fluttering and body jerking at the sudden sensation. his hand immediately soothes the spot, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his fangs nipping on the sensitive skin there.
"i have one rule, red," he instructs, the velvety, dulcet tones of his voice making you want to submit, no questions asked. "y'er not allowed to look over y'er shoulder.
"ya even dare try, and i'll tear y'er pretty little heart out, yeah?"
immediately, your head bobs up and down, not wanting him to number one, kill you. number two, lose out on probably the most passionate tryst of your life ever.
"can i at least know y-your name?" you ask him sweetly.
"ya wanna know what t'scream when i fuck y'er brains out, huh?" the man chuckles as you feel a strong kick to the inside of your foot which sends your legs parting even more, back arching sinfully. your head bobbles in agreement once more, a squeaky 'yes' tumbling from your lips as you feel the man sink to his knees behind you.
"it's toji," toji groans out as he buries his nose into your panties, palms spreading your asscheeks as that sweet, musky, heady scent of your arousal enters his nose, making his head spin. "and y'er better remember that because this pussy's gonna be toji's pussy when i'm done with'er."
toji inhales your scent once more, the feeling of his face buried into the damp gusset of your panties making you rock your hips against his face, pushing back against him to get more friction.
"t-toji," you stutter out as he continues to sniff till his heart's content, each humid exhale sending butterfly kisses against your clothed clit. "stop sniffing me. d-do something!"
"don't rush me, girl," he scoffs as he bullies his nose into your twitching hole, the tip of it collecting more of your oozing slick into the light pink cotton, watching it grow dark. "let me play with my food."
his tongue lolls out, and he runs it along the sweetened gusset, the tip of his pink muscle starting at your twitching clit before it ends at your asshole.
it's nasty; the man lewdly making out with your panties as if he was purposely edging himself before getting to the good part. the sticky feeling at the apex between your thighs grows, slick mixed with saliva dripping down your skin like honey to the wolf as he continues to suck your juices through the already ruined cotton.
a sweet whimper leaves your lips as you try to take the reins, wanting toji to get on with it as you start to grind your hips onto his face. your clit messily bumps against the sharp of his nose, your wetness smearing all over his face. the man lets you think that you've won, that you're now in charge which brings a dazed smile to your lips as your hands brace against the trunk of the tree even more.
but before you can reach your climax, he immediately pulls away, leaving your body twitching and squirming for more.
"wha–"
a sharp spank cuts your word off, a zing of pain and pleasure shooting up your spine and all the way to your extremities which drags out a wanton moan from your lips. your pussy throbs dully from the smack before toji's fingers massage your folds through the soaked fabric.
"stupid girl thinks she can rush me, huh?" the man grouses as he peels off your panties from your body, strings of syrupy arousal following the garment. he lands another spank on your bare sex now, your body trying to run from the amplified feeling as you arch towards the tree.
a harsh tut leaves toji's lips and you immediately push your ass back towards him, your body knowing exactly what that sound meant.
"at least y'er obedient," toji snickers darkly as he lands another spank onto your cunt, his dark green orbs watching your juices splatter everywhere.
his thumbs spread your folds, every nerve in your body lighting up when you feel his gaze narrow onto your twitching hole. despite you being unable to see him, you know that he's wolfishly watching that gummy cavern clench around nothing.
"i just know y'er going to be the tightest thing," he grins to himself as he lands another spank on your cunt. "i can't wait to see ya struggle to take me, red."
"p-please, can i turn around to look at you?" you plead, your voice betraying just how desperate you are at wanting to turn to look at him. "please, please! i'll do anything–"
"oh, anything, she says. that's a dangerous word, girl."
"and i m-mean it," you quip back as you feel his thick digits idly toying with your pussy still. "i wanna see you sink into my p-pussy."
your bold words bring out a boisterous laugh from the hybrid, the sound gravelly and rough but not condescending in the slightest. it was almost as if he was impressed by your fearless statement.
"y'er got guts, red," toji chortles humorously as his thumb swirls tight circles onto your clit, sending waves of sensitivity up your spine. "but let's see if y'er have the bite to back the bark.
"i wanna see ya last five spanks without cummin'. think ya can handle that? then i'll flip ya 'round."
"y-yeah, easy," you chuckle breathily as toji smears your slick everywhere. but before you could even brace yourself for the first one, his large hand lands straight on your clit, your juices adding to the smarting shocks that make your knees feel like jelly.
"f-fuck!" you whine out as he lands another in quick succession. he doesn't plan on letting you breathe at all, wanting you to feel all the pain and pleasure at once, pushing your body to its limits. "toji!"
"yeah, that's my name," his voice is cocky and deep, sensual, as he watches your pussy leak juices like a faulty faucet, dripping all the way to the dirt below. "look at 'er drip. and all from a few spanks."
toji immediately follows up his words with another hard slap, and you swear you almost cum just from the sheer feeling of it. lewd moans and whimpers fall from your lips, adding to the soundtrack of the squelching coming from the apex of your thighs. your right leg bounces and twitches involuntarily, the pleasure making your toes curl as juices leak down your legs as he lands another aimed spank to your clit.
one more is all you tell yourself. one more and then you get to finally see the man who's turning your body into a puddle of desire and lust. but to make matters worse, toji's hand starts to massage your throbbing labia, wanting to prolong your sensitivity. a strangled whine escapes your slackened maw as your hand darts out to try and stop him behind you.
"n-no fair," you garble mindlessly as you try to swat his hand away. "j-just s-spank me and get it over and done with."
"bossy brat," he scoffs as he swirls his fingers around your clit tightly which makes your body buck wildly like a rodeo. "should make y'er cum and lose for that."
but he relents to your wishes despite his words and he lands one more slap onto your juicy cunt. your knees buckle in relief when you realise that you've gotten through the spanking without cumming, your body on edge from all the stimulation.
"hah-" you chuckle weakly as you gingerly pick yourself up, thighs trembling like a leaf as your pussy throbs around nothing. "i did it–"
suddenly, your words are cut off, body feeling weightless as the world around you whirls before your eyes immediately connect with a pair of piercing dark green ones that stare right back at you. your arms fly around his neck as you steady yourself, your plush thighs gripped tightly by his calloused hands as he pins your back to the tree.
"oh, ya really are a pretty one," toji chuckles as he guides your legs around his muscular waist as he languidly grinds his throbbing erection against your sloppy cunt. "a pretty face to match a pretty pussy."
your eyes grow crossed when you feel just how girthy he is, your body twitching in his hold as your tongue lolls out, already overstimulated from all the edging.
"p-please, toji, p-put it in," you beg mindlessly, body rendered limp. "i wanna-a be fucked by you–"
"then watch me, girl," he commands, your gaze immediately flickering down to his hips. a surprised choke squeaks out from your lips when your gaze zones in to just how ruined his sweats are. the grey is darkened along the outline of his erection, and it's almost as if toji had nutted from just spanking your pussy alone.
"did you-"
"hah, red, ya think i'm that whipped for y'er sopping cunt?" the man chortles condescendingly. "you'll know when i've finished because ya won't be able to stop dripping with it."
you watch dreamily as he fishes his throbbing length out, his dick glistening with pre-cum, cockhead angry and red and absolutely leaking just like you. his balls are heavily hung, large and made for breeding, the entire package ready to pump you full to the brim.
he guides his length and taps your clit with it, relishing that tacky sound especially when paired with your dulcet cries before he slips himself into your awaiting canal.
"toji!" you squeal, the sudden feeling of being filled making you squeeze your eyes shut as your body seizes around him tightly.
"f-fuck, red," the man groans straight into your ear, his tone salacious and obscene. "y'er might just change me to a one-pump chump with this pussy. s' warm and s' fucking tight."
gingerly, your eyes flicker open as they fall to where your bodies meet, expecting to see him all the way in already. but when you see that you still have a couple of inches to go, your gummy walls clench around toji's length greedily.
"girl, give me a fuckin' sec," the hybrid growls as his head drops to the crook of your neck, fangs sinking into your flesh there to distract himself from how your cunt is so talented at milking him. "y'er trying t'a kill me or what?"
and with one swift motion, he bottoms out in you, the feeling dragging out a simultaneous moan from the two of you. your fingers move up to his ebony-coloured hair before they find purchase at his twitching wolf ears that sit at the top of his head, your digits deftly tugging on them to get him to move.
"m-move, toji," you croon as your hips start to grind down, taking matters into your own hands once more. the thick veins on his cock catch against the nooks and crannies within your cunt as his hips snap and snap and snap against yours with a vicious rhythm.
it's wet and tacky everywhere, your juices looking like dewdrops on his happy trail as he drills into you like a man crazed. his emerald green eyes zone in on your lewd expression, eyes glazed and teary, skin dewy with sweat, tongue lolled out. all for him. cute.
"could live in this f-fuckin' thing," toji growls as he continues to fuck every thought out of your mind, your cunt moulding to the shape of his cock as his slit tyrannises your g-spot relentlessly. "s-so wet and messy for good ol' toji."
his hefty balls continuously slap against the globes of your ass as he maneuvers his dick to dig and prod at your insides, stretching you out in ways you thought impossible. your legs are loose around his waist, leaving toji to carry your entire weight as he bounces you on his cock like a doll, your gummy walls fluttering around him as your slick coats his dick in its girthy entirety.
"t-thought ya wanted t'watch, red," toji grits out as he feels your pussy suck him in even deeper, a tell-tale sign to the hybrid of your impending orgasm, his head tilted to the side wolfishly as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. "seems like i'm f-fucking you too good."
your mind doesn't register his words as you continue to babble how close you are, a tight swelling in your lower abdomen that you've never felt before which bursts with a particularly sharp thrust from the man.
copious amounts of squirt gush out from your pulsing pussy as you whine out a dramatic cry of his name, your juices flying everywhere with the velocity of a water gun. it goes all over his abs and thighs, drenching his grey sweats with your slick as you twitch in his embrace like a live wire.
"s-shit, giiirl," toji moans gruffly in return, the onset of your climax only triggers his one as he spills into you, ropes and ropes of thick and globby cum coating your insides in hot spurts. "f-fuck, fuck, fuck- take it- fucking take it-"
his hips somehow pick up their pace, an animalistic instinct taking over his body as he drills his length into you even more, a desire to breed you motivating his messy movements.
"toji! toji- wait- i feel another-!"
your orgasm rolls straight into another one as aftershocks of pleasure wrack your entire body from head to your curling toes, your fingers painfully pulling on the fuzzy ears that sit atop his head as you ride out your second climax. his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, moving you up and down on his length as he prolongs your climax for you.
the inside of your thighs are sticky against his pelvis, the both of your bodies slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, snug and moulded to each other. the entire world falls away, leaving the two of you to catch your breath as you bask in the afterglow, bodies panting against each other, the high of your midnight tryst making you feel like you're levitating.
until something you feel a sudden swelling in your lower half.
"toji! what the fuck?!" immediately, your mind sobers as if you've been doused with a bucket of cold water as you try to scramble away from the hybrid, hands pushing against his hard chest.
"stop squirmin', red," he growls as his hands clamp down on your waist, essentially immobilising you physically while his dark green eyes pin you down with a predatory glare. "and let me knot."
"k-knot?!" you squeak out as you try to pry yourself off of him. your hips feel like they've been superglued to his ones, the feeling of still being stuffed full making you clench and pulse around him while you writhe your body.
"i gotta give y'er my pups somehow, right?"
(Muse: Izuku Midoriya) (Izuku midoriya's attempts to flirt with 1st guy crush take one!) "can you hold this for me?"
"Huh?" The question echoed in his head as he turned to the other.
"Oh, yeah, for sure." Rody took his hands out of his pockets, now holding them out towards Deku. "What is it?"
I want you to know that everytime I write a unhinged tag I think "is that too much?"
And then I remember you exist.
Much love to my unhinged feral mutual with no filter ❤️
I hope your fiance gives you mind blowing head. You deserve it 😌💕
You just have such a wonderful way of putting things in your tags and I cannot stop thinking about this quote so I just had to make this… I’m going to keep it on my wall and tap it every time the incest anons rear their head.
Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting when Buck meets him at the airport. Red-rimmed eyes, splotchy face, hunched shoulders probably. Not this. Distant eyes, blank face, straight-backed. He'd been braced to catch Buck as soon as he landed, had spent his whole flight locking every bit of his own grief away to be thought about at a later date, let the guilt pool in his chest instead.
I should've been there, I could've -
He'd been ready to catch Buck, but it's Eddie who falls into Buck's waiting arms. Eddie who tears up. Eddie who clutches at the back of Buck's shirt like a scared child. And it's Buck sweeping his hands up and down Eddie's back, holding him together, murmuring:
"It's okay. I've got you. It's not your fault."
Eddie doesn't cry in LAX. His grief is a private thing. Always has been. He locks it into his bedroom and lets it out behind closed doors. But Buck is the safest space he's ever had, so he lets himself break a little. Lets himself shake apart under Buck's hands until he can ground himself with a deep breath at the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder. Until he can stand on his own.
Buck looks at him, eyes searching, deepest of furrows between his brows, so devastatingly gentle. And Eddie kind of wants to fucking scream at him for being okay. He'd needed to take care of Buck. He'd needed to have something to do. But now Buck is looking at him like he can fix him, and Eddie wants him to. So badly. But Buck knows Eddie's grief is for South Bedford Street, not LAX, so all he does is lead Eddie out to the parking lot.
It's a silent drive. Buck tells him the details of the funeral. Clinical. Sparing. And Eddie watches Buck's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Listens to the creak of leather under an unyielding grip. And he sees it then. The countdown over Buck's head, ticking away steadily. He's grateful in a way.
They pull up to the house silently. The engine falls quiet. And they stare at the door. The door Bobby had appeared on the other side of just a few months ago for a goodbye dinner. At the house. The house Bobby made coffee in when Eddie couldn't stomach being alone. At the home. The home Bobby helped him build in every way.
Buck gets out of the car. Eddie follows. Buck unlocks the door. Eddie locks it behind them. Buck disappears into the kitchen. Eddie pauses.
Can't quite separate Bobby from kitchens in his mind. And it's not like Bobby ever cooked anything in Eddie's kitchen, but there's some stupid grief-crazed part of his brain that thinks he'll find Bobby at the stove for a last supper. A parting gift to Eddie. Because Bobby was always too good. Too generous. Too understanding. When it came to Eddie.
When he finally makes it in there, Buck is stood staring into the fridge. Vacant. Eddie joins him, presses their shoulders together as hard as he can without knocking Buck away, and looks at Buck's fingers curled loosely around two beer bottles. Eddie knows it's not the early hour staying his hand.
It feels wrong. To find comfort in alcohol at Bobby's expense.
Carefully, Eddie unpicks Buck's fingers from the bottles and watches as Buck's arm falls limp to his side with such weight it bounces off his hip. Swings once, twice, stops suddenly. Eddie grabs the water filter. Closes the fridge.
"Sit down," he whispers. Sure, steady.
Buck sits down.
Eddie grabs two glasses. Fills them with water. Leaves the filter on the side. Who cares? Who fucking cares? Takes the glasses over to the table in shaking hands. Spills only a little. Sits opposite Buck. Stares into his cup.
"I didn't say it back," Buck rasps eventually.
Eddie picks his head up with great effort. Ony manages it because he wants to see what hurt he's caused. Their missing medic. Absent in their hour of need.
"What?"
"B-he-he told me he loved me." Buck's eyes go wide. Horrified. Haunted. Hollow. "He t-told me he l-loved me, and I could-couldn't say it back be-because that would mean..." Buck chokes a sob into his hand. "I thought we'd fix it. I-I-I thought we'd find a way. We-we always do. I couldn't say it-it. I didn't want t-to let him go. And now, he's..." Buck's face crumples first. Then, the rest of his body follows, folding in on itself in the chair until he looks almost as small as Christopher had the first time he'd ever sat at this table. "He's d-gone, and he doesn't know I love him."
"He knows, Buck." Eddie's hand curls into a fist on the tabletop. Doesn't know what to do. For all he'd been ready to hold Buck together, he's not sure how. "He knows you love him, Buck. You told him every single day."
"But I never said the words!" he snaps. Pure rage. Pure guilt. He looks up at Eddie. Blue eyes wet and red and wild. The rage and the guilt seeps away, leaves only pure grief. "I never said the words."
He sobs then. Doesn't choke it down. Lets it out. Eddie reacts like it's instinct even though he's never done this before. Just somehow knows in his bones what to do when it comes to Buck.
He stands, rounds the table, slides a hand into Buck's hair, one on his shoulder, pulls Buck's face into his stomach and holds him there, holds him together. Buck's fingers tangle themselves in Eddie's belt loops. A lifeline. And Eddie holds him tight as he can.
"All the times you cooked for him. All the times he cooked for you. The two of you cooking together. You had your own language, Buck. He knows you love him."
And all Eddie hears is: you're gonna stand there with a hundred-something bodies on you and tell me I'm not fit for duty. Did Bobby know Eddie loved him too?
Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Eddie drops his cheek to the top of Buck's head. Stops holding Buck together and starts holding on. Buck's hands grasp at his hips, twist into the back of his shirt just like Eddie's had at the airport.
And all Eddie hears is: I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything before you can allow yourself to feel anything.
Supposed to be drawing but one of my friends friends thought I was cute so I've been chatting with him for like 2 hours (lord save me)
i can’t wait for the transition between the insanely violent & violently insane antler queen shauna shipman into the shauna “so long as nobody does anything crazy” sadecki in the s1 adult timeline.
and i also can’t wait for adult shauna’s psychological devolution back into an antler queen.
The Hollow Knight, Bretta, Nightmare King Grimm
One of these is solely because I want to see you admit your favorite ship on main, I cannot stop myself
I think I need to not attempt ask games because I am too talkative and make long ass posts help
The Hollow Knight: What was the saddest part of the game for you? Which ending is the most sad to you?
All of it
But seriously, so many moments. I’ll throw the Nosk Den out as one, alongside the Abyss. A lot of the settings give feels, like the empty basin. The White Palace’s everything always makes me feel Emotions. A lot of the ghosts make me sad. MARMU. Agh.
Which ending isn’t sad? That said, I am going to go with Sealed Siblings as the worst feeling ending. It feels like the one that has the most damage caused and the least hope. Dream No More is a ‘good’ ending, though, but it gives many sad feelings (just of a different nature than the long scream of SS/THK ending)
Bretta: Favorite Hollow Knight ship? Favorite fanfic?
Why you do this
I have so many ships, because I’m the type of person to read what looks like a crackship and if it’s written with crunch then now I’m shipping it (hi grimmnet). It doesn’t take much and I don’t tend to have notps, my personality is a continuous shrug (me out here sometimes reading pale nightmare and causing you unknowing psychic indigestion)
Grollow was my first HK ship and I’d probably call it my favorite. I also really like Pale King/White Lady. Some of the more cursed ships I favor are Pale King/Radiance (or PK/Radi/WL) and Radiance/The Hollow Knight, exceptionally messy and toxic. There you go, Ashe, get me on main saying it all.
All of yours are the answer XD (I mean it). From Eyes to W&G/Red Sky to Butterfly, sorry not sorry. Other favorites are Soul of God, Form of Moth by @basilbellona, which has been my favorite HK fic since April 2022, and In Defiance of Time (and associated oneshots) by @ganondorf--apologist.
Now for a list of absolutely random things I’ve got in my bookmarks, which are excluding the multiple HK fics I have open but am still reading. I’m going to make too long a post just because I always want fics to get more love. Some of my other non-Ashyr favorites from bookmarks (no specific order and genre) are: Captivated, Until Dawn Shall Break, Not Too Late for Second Chances, Hold The Future With Silver Hands, Camouflage of Great Renown, It’s All Well Above Wonder Anyway, The Clock Stopped Ticking Forever Ago, Pale Revival, A Tribe Betrayed, Void Given Focus, Workshop Safety, To Reclaim A Dream, To Love A Lamprey, Moving Onward, Will Terribly, If You Will At All, I Swore I’d Have No More Knights In Shining Armor, We’re So Close But So Distant
Someday I’ll have even more to recommend when I finish reading the fics open in my tags (hi Tori fics, hello)
Nightmare King Grimm: Which boss battle was the most intense for you? The most satisfying to defeat?
What if I said Nightmare King Grimm
Each one I came across the first time I played faskfsdaf. I’m going to go with Absolute Radiance just because I remember the noises I was making on stream when I accidentally beat her in P5 the first time. But in terms of my favorite boss fight/the one I’m most satisfied about my skills in, I’ll go with the cliche of the NKG fight XD My one skill in this game is being able to absolutely bully the man and kill him hitless before the best part of his song plays. I put all my irl XP points into getting good at him. Other favorite fights are Sisters of Battle, and probably Pure Vessel even though they are gatekeeping me so hard in my all bindings P4 run and so I cry.
My fiancé and I are both woefully behind on slang, but we made up our own term for gorilla grip, I guess. The first time we had sex he described the feeling as though “[his] cock was being most delightfully choked by [my] pussy,” so now sometimes when he tells me he’s in the mood he says he’d love to wear his favourite choker
I- 😳
Literal definition of spyware:
Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡
It looks alot like venom if it is I might come back to gg
From Guilty Gear Official, "A glimpse of the silhouette of the new character that you can try out at the venue!"
flung myself back into animal crossing hell with my new ginger girlie Soda, i'll draw her later
let's see how far this fixation goes lmao
I KEEP HEARING FOOTSTEPS EVERY COUPLE OF MINUTES AND I’M GETTING SCARED. IT’S LATE WHERE I AM AND I AM SITTING ON THE FLOOR BECAUSE IT’S CLOSER TO THE WIFI ROUTER. FUCKING HELP
Thank you for your patience. Ask blogs will be returned as usual.
Wish I Could Love You
HA, you though that just because the last thing I posted was fluff, that I'd ease off the angst train??? Well April Fools bitches, I'm back with even more angst than before!!!!!
Here's the Ao3 link
TW for some serious acephobia (internalized and otherwise) and references to conversion therapy. Also a bit of self-harm at the end, because Alastor has trichotillomania in canon (as seen during his meltdown). If you want to avoid that, it starts at "Crimson claws" and ends at "tears". It's just one sentence, so you won't miss much. There is also a brief non-con kiss. I just wanted to vent the aroace pain from close friends confessing romantic feelings, and I almost made myself cry at work, so fun times
(PS: this does not mean I think ships with Alastor are not valid. I myself am in a happy long-term relationship. Asexuality and Aromanticism are part of a spectrum which means there are many ways for it to be interpreted by those who identify with the terms. There are a few ships with Alastor that I love, but the people writing them have to be careful to consider his identity while doing so)
ANYWAYS, I'll stop rambling now and let you read the fic
An evening spent with Vox was always guaranteed to be interesting. That was part of what had drawn Alastor to him in the first place after all, the Radio Demon forever seeking entertainment. However, after twenty years of friendship even Alastor could admit he was no longer in it for the entertainment factor. Even through his lifetime of severe emotional repression, Alastor was smart enough to see that he had grown to genuinely care about the TV demon - which had led to quite the emotional meltdown on his part, embarrassingly enough.
All of that was besides the point. The point was that even though they were just having dinner in Vox’s apartment as they did at least once a week, things still had yet to become dull, which was quite the accomplishment for someone whose attention was as flighty as Alastor’s.
As Vox rambled about this new guy he had met - Mateo? Stephano? No, that wasn’t it - Valentino! As Vox rambled about this Valentino character, Alastor mused on the relationship he had with the TV demon. The red-head had never had a positive relationship with another man before, besides Husker of course. That hardly counted though, considering he owned the former overlord’s soul. Vox was truly a novelty.
“Hey, Alastor?” The deer demon was pulled from his thoughts by his friend’s slightly hesitant tone. He focused back in on Vox’s face, and was a bit confused by the way Vox’s gaze was darting around the room. It looked like he wanted to look at Alastor but was too flustered to do so, a slight red glow lighting up the lower portion of his screen where his cheeks would be.
“What is it?” Alastor asked, slightly wary of the strange atmosphere that had filled the air around the couch they had chosen to share. His ears pinning back was the only outward sign of his unease.
Vox finally seemed to get over whatever was keeping him from making eye contact, but Alastor couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t. He didn’t know how to process the unbearably soft way the other was looking at him. His stomach lurched unpleasantly, as though he had missed a stair.
Vox reached over and gently took Alastor’s hands in his own, and Alastor suddenly found himself wishing he hadn’t set his plate on the coffee table - it would have given him an excuse to avoid this soft contact that felt far too intimate, even with their long-term friendship.
“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, but it never felt like the right time.” Vox shifted one hand so that it gently cradled Alastor’s cheek, and as he continued, Alastor’s smile shrunk to the smallest it had been since he had been forced to maintain it - unable to turn downwards, but begging to reflect the dread blooming in his chest.
“But, I’m tired of waiting for ‘the right time’. So, I’m just gonna come out and say it.”
“Vox…please,” Alastor begged, voice refusing to rise above a whisper, and static mangling his words. Internally, he was screaming, begging on his knees for Vox to stop before he said something he couldn’t take back. Vox either didn’t hear him or didn’t understand what he meant, because the TV demon continued forward.
“I love you, Alastor. I have for a long time, and I want to spend the rest of my afterlife loving you. We’ve been friends for such a long time, and I want to move to the next step in our relationship.” Vox was positively beaming, warm love and sincere affection in his eyes as he peered deep into Alastor’s soul - unable to see the pain he had wrought with those three words.
Alastor was crushed. His throat closed up and it felt like a clawed fist had clenched around his chest, his heart aching and lungs unable to draw breath. He tried to choke words past his constricted throat, but couldn’t force anything out. His brows lowered as his scarlet eyes widened, burning with hurt and shock.
Vox’s own brows furrowed in concern at Alastor’s silence. “Alastor?”
Alastor could barely hear him over his rushing thoughts. He felt so…used. How long had their friendship been based around Vox’s desire to get into his pants? What parts of their relationship had been genuine friendship rather than a furthering of Vox’s goals for a romantic partner? Was this Alastor’s fault? Had he done something to encourage this?
The worst part was the guilt. Alastor couldn’t say it about very many people, either in the living world or in Hell, but he truly loved Vox. He loved him as he loved Rosie, and he saw the other demon as the brother he’d never had in life, but that was the problem. He could never give Vox what he wanted. Alastor knew he was broken - the doctors had confirmed as much while he was alive, and the medications and more aggressive treatments he had received for his dysfunction had never worked as intended.
Vox deserved so much better.
His eyes burned and his stomach clenched with nausea, and Alastor fought back tears that hadn’t fallen since his mother’s passing. Alastor wanted to love Vox that way, if only to spare his feelings, but he just couldn’t.
Vox leaned forward, taking Alastor’s silence as a positive answer, and as he guided Alastor’s face in for a gentle kiss, the deer demon panicked. He lurched back as their lips connected, accidentally throwing himself off the couch to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Vox looked startled as he took in Alastor’s panicked expression, and made to stand as Alastor scrambled to his feet.
“Alastor, what - ?” he started, reaching for the shorter demon’s hand. Alastor jerked back as though he’d been burned.
“Don’t,” he hissed defensively, clutching his hands to his chest like he was afraid to be within touching distance of the other demon. “Don’t touch me!”
Vox looked crushed. Alastor felt as though a spear had stabbed through his heart: he caused that expression on Vox’s face.
“I won’t - I can’t - !” Alastor growled in pain and frustration, unable to articulate his thoughts. He tried to think of something, anything that could salvage their relationship before things got out of hand, but the rage growing in Vox’s expression burned that possibility into mere ashes. The anger masked the hurt that had been there previously.
“Are you kidding me?!” Vox didn’t quite shout, but to Alastor, he might as well have screamed through a megaphone. The deer demon took two steps back for every advance Vox made, feeling uncharacteristically like prey. He was used to having control over every interaction, but this had quickly spiraled into something monstrous.
“Twenty years of friendship all for you to get pissed when I say I want to progress things like a normal person would?! I waited, wanting you to be comfortable because I know you need time to adjust to people, but you still don’t care about me enough to even consider it?! If you never wanted me, why did you lead me on? Why did you pretend to enjoy my company if you knew you would reject me? Is my pain really that funny to you? Fuck, Alastor - can’t you see how hard I’m trying?” Vox had backed Alastor into a corner, and the deer demon was reminded violently of his youth - long hours spent cowering beneath someone who wanted nothing more than to make Alastor wish he was never born.
Alastor hadn’t felt this small since he had made his deal, and he had never assumed he would feel that way around Vox. The Radio Demon was so overwhelmed with emotion, that he did the one thing he had promised himself he would never do again.
He ran.
As Alastor fled into his shadows, he felt Vox’s arms try to wrap around him and prevent his escape, and heard the TV demon’s frustrated and agonized cry as he slipped under the door. He didn’t stop until he reached his radio tower, and reverted back to his more solid form once he was safely inside.
Alastor backed away from the door until his back hit the wall, and he slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor with his knees curled to his chest. A soft, staticky whimper forced its way past his lips before he could silence it, and the tears he’d been fighting finally burned fiery tracks down his cheeks. Alastor’s breath hitched, and he buried his face in his knees, wrapping his arms around his head and legs in a futile attempt to muffle the choked hiccups.
Sobs tore out of his throat from a place deep within his chest, wracking his whole body with the force of them. Stitches pulled at the corners of his mouth, forcing him to grin through his tears, and he had never wished so strongly for the ability to stop smiling. Crimson claws fisted in his hair, scratching at his scalp in his panic and sending small rivulets of blood down his face to merge with the tears.
Alastor had just destroyed one of his closest relationships because he was so broken that he couldn’t even reciprocate affection normally. It was all his fault, and the guilt tore at him in ways he hadn’t felt in decades.
Drowning in grief for the bridge he’d set ablaze, Alastor couldn’t stop thinking about how - outside of his treatment plans - Vox had stolen his first kiss.