#☆ hoard ☆

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[swordsoprano]

we are so back

[soft--dogs]

business hours only!

[zanephillips]

JOSEPH QUINN Hoard (2023)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Young Hero Sent On A Quest meets other young heroes also sent on various quests—only to discover they're all being used as free child labor by the same flaky wizard as a scam to collect magical artifacts.

the Young Heroes' collective new "Quest" is now to Unionize.....

[tojisun]

thinking about oral cockwarming price underneath his desk.

garrick and mactavish had interrupted him as he tries finishing his paperwork to ask if perhaps he would have known where you went but john just says he doesn’t and that they should scram because laswell wants those papers sent to her as soon as possible. meanwhile, you are on your knees before him, hidden under his heavy oak desk. you have your head leaning on the robust press of his thigh, your eyes going heavy as drowsiness fills you up.

then, the door opens again. with how close you are to your captain, you hear his grumbled annoyance before he addresses who it was—“ghost. what brings you here?”

simon doesn’t reply for a moment and you are back to tuning everything out except for the weight and size of john’s cock and how it twitches every time you swallow, when—

“yer hiding the rookie, aren’t you, sir? right there, under yer table.”

his tone is light, pleased and amused, but the knowledge that you’ve been caught. that a higher-up—hell, not just anyone but ghost, knows what you’re up to—

…well, fuck.

[swampycreatures]

This came to me in a vision

[adhdandcomics]

"adhd is the easiest disability to have" “sure plenty of people have adhd but most people are faking” “people are abusing the resources that WE need so that’s why i can’t get my adderall!”

there has been an artificial shortage of all adhd medication for the past 4 years in the US. every investigation into this shortage has returned with the unequivocal result that simply nobody thinks we need it enough to solve the problem.

so they point fingers at the “faker” gaming the system to get adderall who “thinks” they have adhd or is “abusing stimulants to get ahead” for a problem that Our system MANUFACTURED.

so we would be at each others throats instead of realizing that our government and big pharma is to blame for all of this. because their First priority is to punish addicts and to punish folks with adhd and to punish anyone who relies on medication. over everything else. even over profit.

[beloveds-embrace]

(thinking of dragon john price wanting your chubby self as an addition to his hoard 😩)

The first time John Price walks into your café, it’s because he needs something strong to shake the weariness from his old bones. The bell above the door chimes, and the warmth of roasted beans and sugar wraps around him like a comfort he didn’t know he needed.

And then he sees you.

You’re behind the counter, moving with easy confidence, soft hands making quick work of a steaming pitcher of milk. There’s a warmth in your smile when you greet him, eyes bright, cheeks plush and inviting. Something in his chest tightens- something ancient, something hungry.

He doesn’t speak at first, just rumbles out his order in that low, gravelly timbre of his, but he watches you. The way your hands move, steady and capable. The way your curves shift as you reach for a cup, the fabric of your uniform stretching over the swell of your stomach, your hips. You’re soft. Lush. And suddenly, John forgets what it was he came in for beyond you.

The coffee you place in front of him is perfect. He barely tastes it.

After that, he starts coming in more often.

At first, it’s under the excuse of needing a pick-me-up before work, but then it becomes something else entirely. A routine. A habit. A hoarding. He brings trinkets sometimes- small things, barely noticeable at first. A shiny coin from some distant country, left on the counter as a tip. A sleek, carved wooden bracelet he insists on you wearing. A packet of specialty tea, even though this is a coffee shop, because he thought you might like it. And you do, the smile you give him always so pretty, so soft, like most humans are, except none of them is you.

It’s instinct, this need to gift, to gather, to keep.

And when other men linger too long at the counter, when they smile at you just a little too wide, John bristles. His shoulders square, big wings soreading ever so slightly, the scales along his tail sharpening. He makes himself big, more than he already is, and lets his presence fill the space until they think better of their flirting and take their coffee to go.

He doesn’t like them looking at what’s his.

Not yet, not officially- but he’s working on that.

Because you don’t know it yet, his sweet barista, but John has already made up his mind. You belong with him, with them. In his hoard, where he can keep you warm and safe, where he and his men can adore you properly.

You just haven’t figured it out yet.

(Reblogs for more)

[gerrykeay]

im not putting this post into words. beams into your mind The Parallels

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[underthecanyonmoonx]

No because why did he look so good in this scene specifically. Like all he’s doing is opening a cabinet to grab spaghettiOs and he looks unbelievable. The fluffiness of his hair? His face. I never see anyone talk about this.

[causeimanartist]

Typical Justice League meeting

[vonspe]

that one ask made me think about post game necropolis lunch hour dates 🫢

[eyezpike]

started reading the mistborn books, here's my girl vin <3

[lowpolyanimals]

Hoarding Bug from Lethal Company