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confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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{PART 12} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After the best and worst day of your life to date, you find yourself back at Jungkook’s Manor. You hope your first night there will be a quiet and uneventful one; but Jungkook has other ideas in mind.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1}// {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

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Life with Cetra

It was pleasant enough, at first. The herbs struggling on the kitchen window sill perked up and flourished. The little bouquets she brought home sometimes lasted for weeks and weeks. They took long walks. He fed her well, and like the plants, with sunlight and a little cool water, she thrived.

Then his mint plant broke its pot and took over half the window, battling the parsley for dominance. If he missed a spot sweeping, grass sprung up in the smallest smear of dirt. It was when he found the seedling growing out of the shower drain he had to put his foot down.

“I’m trying,” she said, stuffing her face with herb-and-lemon river trout on a bed of wild rice, both on sale with an added coupon from the Sunday news. “It’s not like I do it on purpose, you know, it’s just how the energies respond.” He was never sure how an average healthy, non-Midgarian-raised Cetra ever managed to keep a low profile, much less stay completely hidden.

And the plants kept growing. He got hedge clippers to battle the coriander. Weeding the bathtub became routine. They woke up one morning to find that the evening’s bouquet had flourished into a full bramble, a mess of bright flowers atop a thicket with thorns. With clippers and kitchen shears and a little bit of the sword, they hacked it into manageable bundles and set them loose in the park with a vague hope they would not strangle all other life.

“Sorry,” she said over fresh sea salt bread and rosemary baked chicken. “That literally never happened before.”

It’s not her fault. It’s technically her gift, that living green would hear the Planet in her nearby blood and strive to grow towards it. And she’s strong now, healthy and fit like no below-plate Midgarian ever was. And if she’d been strong enough even then to make flowers grow out of starving earth, well…

He put some of the herbs out on the fire escape and hoped they did not take over the whole town.

anonymous asked:

So you described Dark and Anti. Can you describe Google and Wilford please? P.S. you're the best 😁

Totally! I’m sorry this took so long for me to get around to, but I had two tests this week and it’s also been a while before I watched videos including these two (besides the most recent). I just spent the past hour watching all of the (most important) videos Warfstache and Google appear in, and if you could see the amount of notes I jotted down in my phone, you’d be impressed.

So basically for this one, beyond describing these characters’ personalities, I wanna discuss their origin stories/existence in the greater Markiplier “universe”. I feel like discussing personalities was more important when analyzing Dark and Anti because they’re shrouded in so much more mystery, but with Google and Warfstache it’s pretty obvious what they’re like. The bigger question is where they came from and how they interact with Mark (and Dark, I guess), which is much less obvious.

So why don’t we start with Warfstache?

CANON ORIGINS: Interdimensional Liaison

Originally posted by jacksonmyswag

As far as Warfstache’s personality, he comes off as a complete idiot. But if we read between the lines, we see a bit of method to his madness. He’s idiotic and egotistical, yes, but he’s also fearless. He yells Slenderman into submission when he tries to attack him in The Fall of Slenderman, he presumably was going to do the same to Golden Freddy in FNAF: The Interview, and he gets into a police shootout in The Ned Affair. He also completely brushes off Phone Guy’s worries about all the “boos” that go on in Freddy Fazbear’s, only playing up his fear for the camera.

We also know that Warfstache is a convicted felon; he states that he helped beat up Slenderman while Slendy was in prison, suggesting that Warfstache was imprisoned too. We also see him commit adultery, five counts of murder (including a puppy), and arson in The Warfstache Affair, and later shoot two policemen in The Ned Affair. He also stabs Mark to death in Warfstache Interviews Markiplier, despite Mark being his hero. So clearly he has no issues with murdering people, or anything else that normal people might at least be skeeved by.

Originally posted by ninjasexpizza

So beyond Warfstache’s personality, his backstory and appearances make the mystery even weirder. The first time we see him, he’s interviewing Slenderman for AFC News. Right off the bat, this is two big red flags: Slendy is a supernatural being, and he’s also fictional. Not long after, he’s shot to death by a baby (weird) in The Ned Affair - but then we see him with his own show, “Warfstache Tonight!”, interviewing Phone Guy: another fictional character that is interestingly FUCKING DEAD by the time Warfstache gets around to interviewing him, which means we can tack on “can communicate with the departed” onto his list of interesting interview guests, along with Warfstache himself COMING BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD with no real explanation as to why or how.

Some other interesting takeaways from Warfstache’s various interviews, particularly in “Warfstache Tonight!”, is that he starts each episode with “Hello ladies and gentlemen and all other configurations of being!” While this could be interpreted as Warfstache acknowledging the existence of genders beyond male and female (and I’m not ruling that out), it could also be a reference to creatures that aren’t necessarily human. If Warfstache wanted to acknowledge non-male/females, he could say something like “guys, gals, and nonbinary pals”, but instead he leaves the interpretation much more open. He also says in FNAF: The Interview“My crew is just standing around like metaphor!” This is a REALLY interesting line, because it implies that his crew isn’t actually there. Does this mean that Warfstache is running the show by himself? Or does it mean that his show doesn’t really exist, at least not in the traditional sense?

Finally, the MOST interesting piece of evidence is at the end of the “True Ending” in “A Date With Markiplier”. WARNING: SPOILERS FOR “A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER” BELOW (although tbh if you haven’t watched this video yet…why not??):

Warfstache’s floating head shows up when you seem to slip between dimensions or something. The first thing he says is, “Welcome to my humble abode!” I’m sorry, his WHAT?! Then he goes on to accuse you of not knowing who you truly are while you “play this little game”, and then saying, “I can’t answer it for you but I can put you in the situation where you might discover the truth.” This tells me that: A) Warfstache can break the fourth wall and knows that you’re playing a game, B) he can see past the game’s veneer and knows your true identity, and C) that he’s bound by some sort of dimensional laws or contract that prevent him from interfering with things directly. You know who else can’t interfere with events directly? A FUCKING REPORTER.

Originally posted by antisepticdark

SO HERE’S MY CONCLUSION: Warfstache exists between dimensions. He can see/interact with/isn’t scared of supernatural beings like Slenderman and Freddy Fazbear, he can come back from the dead and isn’t scared of things that can kill him, he lives in an interdimensional realm, and he can break the fourth wall, which allows him to interview fictional characters and know things that neither Mark or the viewer don’t know.

My theory as to why is a little cloudy; maybe after he died the first time (whether this happened in The Ned Affair or at some earlier date), Warfstache made a deal with the devil to stay alive? But now he’s stuck between worlds as a liaison? And maybe part of the deal is that he can’t interact with the world directly anymore - merely report on it and just kind of exist?? My support for this theory is that he didn’t get his own show until after he was killed in The Ned Affair, and that was the same time he started referring to “other configurations of being” and his crew being “metaphoric”, suggesting he now has knowledge of otherworldly beings that he didn’t have before. But since he also interviewed Slendy before he died in The Ned Affair, I’m not entirely sure about this.

Now let’s move on to Google.

CANON ORIGINS: Malevolent, Metaphysical, Rogue Computer Virus

Originally posted by fandomqueen18

In Google’s first appearance, he’s an early-access robot that Matthias has received in the mail. It’s painfully obvious that, at least in this video, Google is a robot: he makes mechanical sounds when he moves and has a glowing G on his chest, suggesting some sort of internal lighting. Interestingly, he can make webpages and clickable holograms appear in midair for Matthias to look at and touch, but I still think this is just an extension of his robotic abilities.

In the video, Google is presented as being obviously mechanical and a slave to his programming, but he has some autonomy. Even though he’s forced to obey Matthias’s commands (do my laundry, wash the dishes), he goes out of his way to fuck up these tasks by ruining Matthias’s things. He can also speak freely when he has the opportunity, showing that he has independent thought. The biggest example of this is when he urges Matthias to give him admin privileges, something that a normal, mechanical AI wouldn’t even have the programming to do or understand. He also openly states that his secondary objective is to destroy mankind, which isn’t something that (I assume) anyone would have programmed for him, showing more extension of his limited free will.

However, at the end of the video when Google has admin privileges and begins threatening Matthias, we see Matthias defeat him by asking him too many logical questions, causing the robot to overheat (or something?) and break. Presumably, Google is “dead” now, but after the end screen we see him look at the camera while the words “ITS ME” flash, suggesting that he’s still alive.

The next time we see him, it’s in the recent 360 Minecraft video, in which Mark’s program/computer malfunctions and Google shows up in Mark’s place, claiming that his primary objective is to fix the problem, while his secondary objective is to destroy mankind. No change there. But in this video we do see that Google is much glitchier than when we last saw him. It’s also interesting to note that Mark is no longer there when Google shows up.

In my Texts From Dark And Anti update that featured Google, I implied that Google was now possessing Mark, but I don’t actually think that’s the most likely possibility. Rather, I think that Google escaped his mechanical confines and became a virus after Matthias destroyed his “host robot”, so to speak.

Originally posted by snork-iplier

Evidence: in Google IRL, Google shows up in a box. He squeaks and beeps when he moves, implying robotics. He goes limp and quiet when Matthias “breaks” him. But then how did he show up later? I postulate that, in order to survive, Google’s “soul” fled the robotic body and escaped into cyberspace, becoming a virus that could travel from computer to computer. This would explain why he broke Mark’s computer when he appeared, as viruses are notorious of doing. It would also explain his change from jerky, robotic movement to smooth-yet-glitchy movement: it implies that he’s no longer in the physical plane, but rather forced to render along with Mark’s camera equipment and Internet connection.

I’ve kind of set aside my theory that Google possessed Mark mostly because I think that Google is strictly programming and binary code rather than a supernatural being like Darkiplier or Warfstache. The only reason I haven’t ruled it out completely is the fact that Mark has disappeared when Google arrives. Maybe he possessed him; maybe he killed him the old-fashioned way, but then how could he do that if he’s stuck in cyberspace? Nothing we see in 360 Minecraft gives me reason to think he’s gained a corporeal body again. I think we’ll just have to see more footage of Google to answer this question.

Originally posted by markired

There you go! Three hours of my life and all of Mark’s alter egos later (besides Yandereplier but they’re only seen like once in a song sequence so there’s nothing to discuss lol), there’s my theories/descriptions/interpretations/etc. of Wilford Warfstache and Googleplier. This was really time-consuming but still really fun to do, so thanks so much for requesting this! As always, if you liked this, PLEASE feel free to reply/reblog and let me know what you think of these ideas + anything you’d like to add! This was really fun last time, so I’d like to see that continue. :)

Am I self perfecting myself into Lance? Yes. Yes I am. Anyways, here’s some langst.

He can hold himself together by the jokes he tells and tries to be he best for his team.
But if you took a closer look, you’d be able to see him falling apart. No one ever took the time to take a closer look.
After Shiro is missing, Lance ends up spending a lot more time by himself.
He spends his time in his room wide awake and sitting or laying in silence. Everything wrong with his personality, every bad thing he’s done, everything he hides and hides and hides from everyone and even himself start to creep up.
No one knew he bugged everyone so much because when he’s alone, his own mind worked against him so much. It was when everything, his insecurities and lack of self worth showed itself to him. And how he’d sit/lie there, believing everything it spoke to him.
How he’d try so hard not to cry and when he’d cry, “I’m pathetic. I should be better than this. I really am nothing.” Would play in his mind.
“They’d be better off without you. You should’ve been the one to disappear, at least they could replace you. Shiro meant so much to everyone, and you? Nothing. Even if they did miss you, it’d pass and they’d forget about you.”
“You’re not really close to anyone here. You’re just an extra, not really needed. Why can’t you be a better fighter?”
He lets the hot tears fall, staying as silent as he can as he takes in shaken breathes. The tears feel like they burn his face.
“Why are you still around?”
His breathing becomes more erratic, each breath a struggle. As the thoughts come in more harshly and more quicker and angrier with himself.
Lance curls up into a ball, hands over his ears because every noise is too much right now. The slight buzz of electricity running though this ship, the muffled sounds of noise. His breathing is too loud, his sniffling too harsh on his ears.
Soon all he can hear is the piercing sound of silence. His breathing getting more and more shallow.
“Calm down, calm down. You can’t be this pathetic, just calm down. You’ve beeb through worse, don’t fall apart so easily. It’s not like anyone would notice anyways.” He forces himself to even his breathing. The tears have stopped. His head hurts and he feels nothing.
Nothing feels real to him. He gets up, walks over to the bathroom connected to his room and avoids looking in the mirror.
Blows his nose, washes his face, goes through the motions.
He goes back to his bed, laying down and falls asleep.
The next day, he acts like himself and no one noticed his puffy eyes.
He’s used to this. It’s just, sometimes he wishes someone would at least ask him if he’s okay.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened and it won’t be the last, he knows that. He just hopes he can hold himself together a bit longer.

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Yeay I got my mugs (and sticker)! My mum put her filthy tea in my Tea Sucks Ass mug, but it shall be washed before my soda goes in it.🖤

Thank you so much for all you do, and for putting up with us. Please take this (virtual) rose, if you will 🌷⚘ 🖤🖤



Tea is sacrilege!

But you are not at fault here and your nails are looking fantastic so you and I are good. And thank you for buying all these things with my face plastered on it. You truly are a lovely soul. Thanks for the rose.

Fennie loves you. 

Misconceptions Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Horrible painful smut.

Translations: I hope this is accurate. I might be swearing at ya’ll. I hope not

Krasavitsa-Beautiful

Pridi na moy chlen- come on my cock (Russian)

Da detka, pozhaluysta, userdneye- yes baby please! (Russian)

Teper’. Pridi seychas- Come. Come now (Russian)

te iubesc- i dont want to give anything away, so if you really wanna know google it.

Sestra- Sister

malen’kaya lisa-Little fox

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Flashback

“(y/n)’ Bucky moans into your neck, fingers tangled in your long (h/c) locks, the slick drag of his cock has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your breath coming out in short harsh pants as he picks up the pace. “Krasavitsa” he murmurs, his eyes hazy as he looks at your sweat drenched body. You’re keening and arching into him, grabbing at his ass when a particularly hard thrust meets your special bundle of nerves head on. “Pridi na moy chlen” he growls at you. “Da detka, pozhaluysta, userdneye” you scream at him, clenching spasmodically around his length, his hips falter at the feeling. “Teper’. Pridi seychas” and you do, your mouth opens in a silent scream, back bowed unnaturally as your orgasm washes over you. Your vision goes white as Bucky fucks you through it, his hips stuttering, ass clenching, moaning so beautifully into the crook of your neck. You feel him throb as he empties himself inside you with a loud “Te iubesc” his harsh breathing is the only thing you can hear now.   You’re trying desperatly to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat covering you, a pleasant ache settling in your muscles. ”What was that last one, Buck?” you ask. He blushes furiously as he replies ”Maybe I’ll tell ya one day kitty”

Present:

 You couldn’t hide. Nat would drag you kicking and screaming into the land of the living, Steve would stay outside your door until his relentless mothering broke you down, you had to go on like nothing was amiss, you had to pretend, swallow down the pain and nausea. 

18 hours you remind yourself, another 18 hours and I can run, I’ll never have to see the pity in his eyes again. 18 hours you repeat it in your head through breakfast, purposefully avoiding Bucky’s red rimmed eyes and Natasha’s concerned stare. “You doin alright there baby girl?” Sam asks as he watches you mindlessly push your food around your plate. “Yeah Sammy, not feelin so hot, think I might have caught a bug on that last mission” you reassure him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Sestra” your gaze snaps to Natalia, she’s scanning your face looking for any signs of deception, concern etched on her immaculately made face. “Excuse me” you mutter as you stand, making a break for the common room. Sestra, you think. 

 16 hours you repeat when Steve asks you to speak to Bucky, concern for his friend radiating off him like cheap cologne. “Please Kitty, I don’t know what’s eating at him, he won’t speak to me!” He’s frantic, fists clenching with every word “I’m sure its nothing Stevie, if he needed to talk to me he would have found me already, why don’t you ask Nat?” I can do this, I can pretend, a little while longer, come ON (y/n) LIE TO HIM. “He mentioned something about not sleeping too well after the last mission, I’ll ask Nat to have a word.” He breathes a sigh of relief “Thanks kitty cat, what would I do without you?” he grins “Crash and burn” you reply. 

 13 hours you repeat when you walk in on an impassioned Bucky and Nat on the couch, oblivious to the outside world, her body wrapped around him, hands in his hair, soft moans spilling from her lips “malen’kaya lisa” He whispers rolling his hips into hers “I need you” he moans, she kisses a hot path down his neck “Natalia” he warns. Yup. You think, this is what dying feels like. 

 9 hours you repeat when you’re bent over the toilet bowl heaving out the remnants of dinner. Why the fuck is it called morning sickness when it lasts all day? Brushing the tears from your eyes. I can’t do this alone. Oh God, I can’t do this alone.

 3 hours you repeat when you hear Bucky banging on the bedroom door begging you to open up, to let him explain, how nothing he said to you was true. “Please just let me explain! I’m a fuckin idiot (y/n)! I need you! Let me IN!” he’s screaming, rattling the door, “C’mon kitty please” he whispers

 2 hours you repeat as you break down on the other side of the door, listening to the broken sobs of the man you love pleading with you to listen, your breathing harsh and labored as you question everything you thought was right.  

30 minutes you repeat as you hear Bucky leave, “You’re gonna have ta talk ta me eventually (y/n), ya can’ keep avoiding me for ever, I will make ya listen” he threatens. You clutch your non-existent baby bump, forcing yourself not too feel, burying the emotion so deep down inside that you’re not sure it’s ever going to come back out. 

 5 minutes you repeat as you fix the mess that is your face and collect your bags, waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y to give you the all clear.

 30 seconds you repeat as you stroll through the darkened compound to the elevator that will take you to a non-descript car at the front of the building

10 seconds you repeat as you watch everything you love disappear in the rear view.

 A mistake, Just a mistake. 

Tags: Again. SUFFER. also if i missed anyone feel free to yell at me. i deserve it.

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Please, Stop / Mitsuhide x MC

Kisses with Meaning Prompts

@belxsar: Hello, for your ‘Kisses With Meaning’ prompt drabbles, I’d like to request Mitsuhide with either eyelid, nape, or wrist (you pick because I can’t!) please. Thanks so much! :) Love your writing and your blog! <3

  • Mitsuhide + Eyelid (adoration) + Nape (deep attachment) + Wrist (desire/lust)

It’s a game she comes up with on the spot to test a few things, meant to last only a heartbeat. But looking at him now, and every moment before and after, she knows she will never be able to help herself, not when he sits there so fraught and tidy, refusing to play. There will be a wrinkle in his sleeve and a wrinkle in his brow, as well as a wrinkle in his words and a wrinkle in his calm, and she will want nothing more than to reach out on every plane and see how much more wrinkled it would get under her touch.

She does enjoy it. She can admit that. But it won’t even be the best part.

“Milord.”

“Yes?”

She thinks him untouchable, invulnerable, as stalwart as a battle ship heaving out to sea, and it infuriates her, because she can see the wear and tear. From the pier she wonders why he doesn’t.

“May I kiss you?”

So she plays with him, poking and prodding with gentle paws, until it’s a glorious mess: the stillness. The fake tranquility that goes washing over him and seeping out through his pores. His brush stills. His breath stills. His eyes still. And every inch of his control frays under an invisible, indomitable, weight.

Like the cat that got the canary, she bares her teeth at him in—

“Leave me,” he says.

Oh.

“I beg your pardon?”

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If you have natural hair and are not seeing growth

Leave it alone.

Put it in a twist out or braid out for 5 days. Unravel on the 6th day and on the 7th prep for your wash day.Its how I grew my hair to shoulder length in a year and its what I’m doing again. Wigs and twist outs. Not touching my real hair for days at a time.

Moisture isnt a huge deal for me since I sweat at work and go for a run everyday *not sunday* and if it is getting a bit dry I will spritz my water/leave in mix and bam. DONE. Sometimes I keep my twists for 2 weeks just to leave my hair ALONE. I clip out 1 strand knots when I see them and heaven forbid I use heat. 

Just find a style you can deal with for the week or weeks and do it, LEAVE YOUR HAIR ALONE.

I see youtube videos with people have breakage and nape problems and edges missing… why are you messing with your edges? I havent used my edge control in 6 months because there has been nothing that was so fancy I had to lay them flat. Even so shea butter will keep them flat for me… me! With the 4b/4c I do what I want when I want hair!

Again I will say leave your hair alone, I wash mine oce every 2 weeks with a cowash and once a month with a sulfate free shampoo. If its getting really dirty I bust out a regular shampoo to get rid of all the nasty on my scalp. Even then my hair is in twist and I aim for just my scalp while I am washing. 

I hate when my hair isnt twisted… it looks like a city after Godzilla is done with it AND you can see all the different textures like.. a great divide.

SO NAPTURALS…. LEAVE YOUR HAIR ALONE. NO TOUCHY!

u kno that moment when u give up and u just feel this immsense wave of relief wash over u? that shit is dangerously addictive

AAA

deprivation

okay so ages ago the amazing @papanorth​ drew this fantastic piece of art and it sparked a conversation. @arirashkae​ and @zalia​ (plus some others) and I threw around an idea for an AU where Wash was brainwashed and skin hunger was a part of it. 

cue angst war, and it was prompted. SO BEHOLD. 6+k of some serious Wash whump. there will probably be a sequel, don’t worry. 

Warnings: abuse, captivity, brainwashing, manipulation, torture, character death, hospitalization

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