#‘you are unfuckable’

[anonymolly]

okay day 3 is BAD

[rius-cave]

Charlie: You have to apologize to Lucifer.

Adam: Fine.

Adam: 'Unfuck you' or whatever

PLEASE. THAT'S HOW I'M GONNA APOLOGIZE FROM NOW ON SDKFJDKGJFDG

[sanasanakun]

The Durgetash fandom discovering that Gortash has different facial animations depending on whether it’s Durge or Tav/Companion standing with him for the Netherbrain confrontation might finally be the thing that does me in. My brain is pickled permanently by the murderous gays

[pastadoughie]

helo creechers

im desighning chinese dragon inspired chr,,, but im kinda mixed on what direction i wanna go 4 her. cuz its pretty hard to balance trying 2 be "authentic" with trying 2 make an outfit i like that fits my style and is the usual silloette i like to go for,,

AND COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS i am specifically making this post FOR FEEDBACK and if you refuse to give me any then i dont want your engadgement if u like and dont comment & i will block u

[vitrificvitriol]

For Kinklabtober: day 6- remote transfer! Worked with @stickycircuits; their sketch, and my lines and colors!

[write-it-motherfuckers]

[akolnoix]

femc oc disease is still going strong. with a side of What if teddie was a little sailor boy with a giant lollipop

[soupdwelling]

i see this as a personal challenge to continue to twink the monsters despite jonny’s best efforts

[tlgtw]

I don't have any evidence but I feel there a palpable sense of 'desperation' among waifu-brained FromSoft fans who are trying to deal with a game that is not very interested in catering to them.

Certainly there are no female characters who are sexualized themselves, with Malenia, Ranni, and Fia being the most obvious examples of this, their being almost completely unsexualized.

Malenia is a broad-shouldered woman who literally does not have sexual organs, and Ranni who we outright see naked at the end of her questline has a featureless body of cracked ceramics and rope.

It's atypical: Compared to Dark Souls 1 especially the difference is really apparent. (Quelaag, her sister, and Gwynevere off the top of my head)

And you've noticed it, too, right?

That 'desperation' in the shit fanart and posts I'm talking about?

A lot of people appear unwilling to accept those facts for Elden Ring's prominent female characters. (Like outside of wishing to fuck them they're just unfamiliar with drawing or talking about those characters.)

It's arguable even that Elden Ring has no waif-like characters whatsoever. (Although the likes of Roderika and Hyetta dispute this, their lack of popularity notwithstanding.)

A first since even Sekiro had Emma, with Emma's character being a woman who was evidently far too normal to have ever been considered a waifu, despite her having more lines and screentime than the Doll, the Firekeeper, and more, combined!

If this pattern continues with the female characters introduced in the DLC, I wonder what we'll see, then xd.

[yesmissnyx]

Using the notepad app as a disorganized catch-all for all my notes has some, uhh...interesting juxtapositions, don't you think? 😂

[kitausuret]

So. Uh. I started writing. It's very goofy. But I'm also too excited to let this sit and rot so I'm giving a sneak peek here on Tumblr to try and motivate myself to complete, even if it IS just very silly.

Symbiot3-esque, I guess, they're not established or anything it's just after the events of Venom War featuring my ideal conclusion.

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“So, it’s admitted it's into blondes… which includes me, you, that Bedlam guy, and… did any of the other ‘yous’ make a…” He gestured vaguely to his head.

Eddie frowned. “Human face?”

“Yeah.”

“They all did, at one time.”

“Ugh, don’t start that again. I mean in the last forty-eight hours of whatever the hell we just went through.”

“Meridius did.”

Flash couldn’t help a somewhat immature, exaggerated gagging noise. “That one – that was the worst.”

“I have to agree,” Eddie said, and rubbed his face. A tendril leaked out from his manufactured shirt; started digging into the rubble.

“He was just so…”

“Uncanny? Aberrant? Heterodox?”

“Well, I was gonna say…” He paused and looked around. “Where’d the kids go? They’re not all still around, are they? Normie, Bren, and your kid?”

“Andrea was herding them towards Battery Park. Something about hot dogs.” The limb which had wandered out returned with a mostly-undamaged bottle of water in tow. It pushed the bottle into Eddie’s hands until he accepted it. “Thank you, darling.” He looked back to Flash. “Why?”

“I just wanted to say that Meridius was the most unfuckable of you all.”

[fever4theflavor69]

Learning to do this... I'm trying.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

ns!fw for the birthday boy!

Most of the guests have left by now, and the ones that remain will let themselves out shortly, so Steve glances over at his boyfriend who’s rinsing out his beer cans at the kitchen sink. He's still wearing his party hat and looks so sweet like that, with a soft smile on his face as he rinses another can, and Steve can’t help himself.

He goes over and wraps his arms around Billy from behind, presses the blond against the counter and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, softly asking, “Did you have fun?”

Billy leans back against him and nods, sets the can aside as he tilts his head over a little to allow Steve more room to kiss and claim, “Yeah, it was nice,” he hums, “Thanks for…y’know, setting it up.”

“Heather and Chrissy did most of the planning,” Steve replies, parting his lips to press open-mouth kisses against Billy’s skin, tasting the cologne there, “But it was fun to host.”

Billy nods in agreement, because while their apartment in Chicago is small, having friends new and old stuffed into it for an evening to celebrate his boyfriend had been just what Billy needed. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he saw his boyfriend so happy during his birthday party - he used to hate them, up until two years ago, when Steve had begun to celebrate them with him.

“Guess I’ll buy the girls some flowers tomorrow and drop them off at their place,” Billy murmurs as he turns his head, their eyes finally catching, and Steve sees the embers of arousal in those blue eyes. The kisses are working in his favour.

“That’s a nice idea,” Steve hums, sliding a hand down Billy’s stomach and lower to his jeans, giving Billy’s dick a squeeze through the rough denim and smiling as his boyfriend squirms a little with a huff.

“Jesus, Steve,” Billy chuckles softly, breathlessly, but he doesn’t tell Steve to stop and he looks like he doesn’t want him to, either.

“C’mon,” Steve says as he pulls away and grabs Billy’s hand, drags him down the hall towards their bedroom where he hooks his fingers into the top of Billy’s jeans at the doorway, brushing the back of his fingers against the trail of hair there.

Billy closes the door behind them and Steve pulls him in again, seeks out those full lips in the low lighting, and hums once their mouths meet for a deep kiss. He feels Billy’s arms around his waist, pulling them together, and he holds his boyfriend close as their tongues slide slow and hot, pulling soft moans from each other.

He puts his hands in Billy’s hair and feels the string of the party hat, which makes him laugh into the other's mouth. The blond pulls away with a curious expression, but his furrowed brow gives way to a matching grin when Steve jerks off the dumb party hat on top of his head.

“You’re such a fucking dork,” Billy chuckles as he reaches up to pull the green party hat off his head and tosses it aside.

“Mm, yet you were the one wearing it,” Steve smirks as he turns them and pushes Billy onto the bed, taking off his shirt as his boyfriend does the same, both revealing scarred skin and softened bodies.

Steve makes a playful little show of slowly taking off his jeans, moving his hips side to side with a dumb smile on his face, because it makes Billy laugh as he demands, “Get over here.”

Doing as he’s told, Steve pushes his jeans and underwear down before crawling onto their bed, settling between Billy’s legs happily when his boyfriend seeks out his mouth again, lips reconnecting as their hands wander and grip and hold. It’s tender and sweet, full of that usual passion they first felt all those years ago, and Steve’s chest feels so full of affection.

“So sweet for me. You’re my baby, hm?” He mumbles as he presses kisses down Billy’s jaw and neck, smiling as he feels Billy nod with a hummed ‘mhm’ of agreement. In the privacy of their bedroom, Billy lets Steve coddle him like this, lets himself be sweet and gentle, and Steve loves it.

He gives Billy another kiss before moving down his body, kissing scars and skin, biting down on hipbones and inner thighs just to hear the way Billy’s breath stutters. He feels fingers in his hair, petting and smoothing as he works Billy’s jeans open and down before fitting the slick head of Billy’s dick into his mouth with a sigh.

He’s messy with it, sucks and slurps as Billy moans and watches him, their gaze meeting in the dim light as Steve works his mouth up and down. It’s romantic, if a blowjob could be that, because Billy cups his cheek and Steve leans into it, nuzzling into the touch as he pulls off to whisper, “Lube?”

Billy grabs the bottle from the bedside table while Steve pulls his boyfriend’s jeans off the rest of the way, smirking as he says, “It’s not gay if we keep our socks on, right?”

He loves the way Billy still huffs a bit of laughter at the joke, even after so long of hearing it, but the blond nods with a knowing look as he hands Steve the bottle of lube, “Just don’t hold my hand and it won’t be gay.”

“Got it,” Steve grins as he slicks his fingers and shifts his way back up, feeling Billy grab his jaw to pull him into another kiss as Steve's fingers disappear between them.

And it’s always a sight to see when his strong, tough boyfriend softens every time he ghosts his fingers over Billy’s hole, how he goes sweet like a lamb as Steve plays with him there, until he’s sucking on his tongue and whispering politely for more.

Billy’s face goes pink by the time Steve slides the first finger inside, moaning quietly into Steve’s mouth once he feels the press of a second finger at his rim, stretching him slowly and purposefully.

But it’s the soft little sounds Billy pants into Steve’s neck when he’s stretched around three of his fingers, fitting so snug and perfect, curling inside him just enough to push moans deep from his chest, that Steve adores.

“Steve, stop—‘m gonna cum, stop,” Billy breathes out in a rush, clenching so tight around his fingers and his stomach is tensing so Steve pulls his fingers out and kisses at his boyfriend’s parted lips sweetly.

“Sorry, got a little carried away,” he murmurs, “You okay?”

Billy nods and wraps his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, wants to keep him close as he says quietly, “Yeah, ‘m okay. Just kiss me for a bit.”

And Steve does, slowly. He presses his weight down onto Billy and they kiss deeply, their racing hearts starting to slow as they remind themselves to do the same. There’s no need to rush, there’s nothing that needs their attention more than they do right now.

When Billy rocks his hips up, grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he knows Billy wants more.

“You good, baby?” Steve murmurs as he kisses across Billy’s cheek and towards his ear, “You want me to fuck you now, hm?”

“Yeah, want it,” Billy whispers, his tone a touch desperate, “Please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, honey,” Steve promises softly, “You can have whatever you want.”

“Want you,” Billy says with a pout, Steve can hear it in his voice.

“You got me,” he hums, “Just a sec, okay?”

Billy nods, all sweet and quiet, and watches him as Steve sits up to grab the lube again. Sitting back and slicking himself up, Steve can’t help but to admire his boyfriend, smiles down at him when Billy gives him one first.

“You have the dumbest smile on your face right now,” Billy mumbles with a tiny smirk, his tone teasing and playful but his eyes are soft with affection.

And because Steve is lame, he says, “So do you,” while he slicks up his cock, strokes it a little too long for Billy’s liking because the blond smacks his thigh for it, impatient as always.

“Okay, okay,” Steve chuckles as he crawls over Billy again, feels the back of those strong thighs against his hips as he lines himself up and presses in, slowly, so he can watch Billy’s face the entire time.

The cute little furrow between his brow, the way his eyes go a little unfocused, how his hands find Steve’s arms and grab him there, steadying himself as he feels his boyfriend sink into him. Billy is perfect, warm and tight, and takes him so beautifully.

His hand finds Billy’s and interlaces their fingers, presses them to the bed as he moves inside his boyfriend lazily, slowly.

And Billy smirks under him, playfully mutters, “You made it gay.”

Steve huffs a soft laugh at that, hums, “My bad,” but he’s not sorry at all.

Not when Billy squeezes his hand in return and quietly begs, ‘harder’.

Maybe there’s something to be said about the way they make love, on Billy’s birthday, but Steve can’t find the words. He never can, not when he’s drowning in the emotions that come with being like this - being in love.

Instead, he fucks into Billy just how the blond wants, slow and then fast and slow again, pressing deep and grinding, flipping them over so Billy can set the pace - but Steve cums suddenly and way too fast, which should be embarrassing, but they’re well passed that now.

It happens and they make do. Steve pulls his boyfriend on top of him and they make out while he slips his fingers inside of Billy again, lets the blond pant into his mouth and plays with him until he cums with a curse.

And they’re insatiable tonight. They should sleep, should wind down and clean up and cuddle, but Billy flips him over and reaches for the lube instead.

Before long, Steve’s gripping the pillow under him and drooling onto it as Billy’s fingers stretch him open, too.

Time blurs, muscles ache, lips are swollen from suckling kisses. They take breaks and breathers, cuddling and touching idly, talking and laughing, making sure they’re comfortable before going again.

By the time the sun is coming up, they’re tangled together and still touching, dragging fingertips across skin and lips and Billy’s falling asleep, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as Steve watches him with a tired smile.

“It’s almost time to get up and have breakfast,” he teases quietly, because he knows neither of them work tomorrow so they can sleep in as late as they want, but he has something important to ask.

“Mm, shut up,” Billy mumbles in his half-asleep state, cuddling in closer to his boyfriend, still so sweet and all Steve's.

He can't help it. He says, “Happy birthday,” one last time with a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, smiling as he hears a tiny ‘thank you’ before Billy’s out, snoring into his neck. Which is fine, because Billy's had a long day and night, he deserves to rest.

The ring in the closet can wait for the morning, Steve supposes.

[spriteofmushrooms]

Can you imagine how annoying it is for Wei Wuxian, strongest cultivator of his time (when using modao and/or guidao), to hear people say that cringe Jiang Cheng killed him?

[write-it-motherfuckers]

[ollieofthebeholder]

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