#(( :3ccccccc ))

[bb-fennelposting]

so when is mistah bones gonna kick nightheart like a soccer ball all the way to riverclan

[shunkos]

“ you keep me up at night. ” / from urahara / @gokunoban

ㅤㅤㅤTHEY  DON'T  DO  THIS.  THEY  NEVER  HAVE.  in  hundreds  of  years  of  existence  together  -  yoruichi  and  kisuke's  relationship  had  never  been  hallmarked  by  whispered  words  of  gentleness,  declarations  of  ardor  beyond  yoruichi's  'i  will  follow  you  to  the  ends  of  the  earth,'  or  anything  of  that  nature.  she  wasn't  particularly  good  or  understanding  with  affections  -  as  for  the  shihōin's  -  family  lineage  was  of  the  utmost  importance.  mark  that  all  down  alongside  kisuke's  rather  covert  inability  to  demonstrate  complex  emotion  or  what  the  poet's  might  seem  to  write  as  'romantic  love'  in  a  traditional  sense  -  and  well,  again...  they  just  didn't  do  this.

ㅤㅤㅤshe  would  follow  him  into  hell,  without  question.  she  had,  by  definition,  and  she'd  do  it  all  again  -  place  the  well-being  of  existence  into  his  capable  hands  and  trust  he'd  see  her  to  the  other  side.  all  the  terrors  they'd  faced  -  the  world  ending  disasters  that  could  rend  them  both  into  oblivion  -  and  nothing  was  quite  as  scary  as  staring  kisuke  urahara  in  the  face  and  realizing  with  no  small  amount  of  uncertainty  that  they  were  close  to  something  very,  very  dangerous.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤor  perhaps  she  was  just  hopeful.

ㅤㅤㅤyoruichi  swallows  thickly  -  normally  sure  face  entirely  too  unmoored  in  a  moment  like  this.  the  moonlight  through  the  open  window  to  his  bedroom  in  the  shoten  casts  urahara's  pale  skin  in  a  shade  of  near  angelic  white  -  and  she  has  to  swallow  again,  staring  deep  into  the  darkness  of  his  surprisingly  open  gaze.  so  many  things  flit  through  her  mind.  a  joke  or  two,  something  flirtatious,  something  to  make  him  laugh  and  nudge  her  side  over  the  tea  they  share.  but  something  else  possesses  yoruichi  in  that  moment,  something  frightened  and  adrift  because  she  is  so  unsure  what  he's  thinking  this  time,  and  she's  never,  ever  unsure  about  that...

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ it'll  pass. ❞  ㅤㅤㅤand  aureate  gaze  falls  away,  as  she  sips  her  tea  with  vigor  in  effort  to  quell  the  swelling  ache  in  her  chest.

[iorast]

[ SAVE ] : saving their life in the process, sender grabs receiver's hands to either yank them out of immediate danger, or to pull them to safety. // @vannscooter

they'd slipped -- they didn't even have time to process anything. still being alive. going from the pain of the loom exploding in front of them to the pain of being pulled through the fabric of time itself. the fear comes first, heart pounding so hard they can hear it as their body struggles to keep itself together once they've been reconstructed.

shit. shit. mobius -- the others. what happened to victor timely. what happened to themselves. had they done the wrong thing, prunning themself. had they done something wrong. they had to have done something wrong. what could they have done differently. shit. shit, shit, shit --

all of their friends were dead and they couldn't do anything to stop it. they couldn't fix it. but why were they alive -- --

they're pulled by their thoughts when they nearly trip over the body of a hunter they don't know.

                                                      oh. this was hel, then.

breath leaves their lungs in a shutter, their eyes tearing up before they can even realize it and they barely hear the voice of someone shouting at him. hey. hey! analyst! get out of the way! a hand grabbing a fist full of their jacket and yanking them out of the way of a blast of light. air sizzling like it itself had burnt as they collapse into whoever it was who'd saved them. hunters running past as they look to see --

                                                      mobius.

in hunter gear. asking if they were alright. hands shake as they find mobius' arm, tears falling, now. this was too much. this was all too much. where were they. what was this. mobius was an analyst. not a hunter. what was this?

                                                       ❝           mobius -- mobius ?      ❞  

[bcdwclves]

remembers this entire series of Gloria fucking the Pokegirls behind Leon's back.

[flovverworks]

Sage is gonna get a soft kiss on his hand. Zack was not prepared for the drinks the wizards make. It seems that they are way stronger for the ordinary drinks you can get in a tavern. Yes, he is quite tipsy at the moment. "hic Saaaage. wooow~ you're twoooo.... h-ho--hic, how? does that mean--hic, one can come with me home? hnn... we can go around and I can show you the--hic, places ... and...and... hahaha saage you're face is weiiird hehe..."

Uwah...

How many times had it been by now? Moments that felt like they had been taken right out of a novel overflowing ever since they had arrived in this place, and so the Sage's cheeks turns pink again, finding yet another scene difficult to wrap their head around.

However...

(They had feared he'd act like this, a prior warning about not drinking too much before they had to leave the room when it had already seemed like it'd go this way, and upon returning the damage was already done. Was he a lightweight? Or had he been swept along with the atmosphere.)

…dealing with drunk people was a bit...

"Haha... Um...." a small, troubled smile. They had experienced this before, Masaki, you sure you don't wanna drink?, back in university, Hey, you really should try this one, during dinners with their coworkers, This guy's almost out, can you handle it?, at meetings with friends of friends. "Zack, how do you feel about staying the night? There's an empty room you can borrow", even if they were to walk him home that'd just be leaving him alone with a hangover in the morning, and Akira didn't think they'd sleep easy not knowing how he was doing. Besides, Figaro could help if things were really bad... "Here, c'mon, let's go grab some water first", a guiding hand wraps around his arm, carefully motioning for him to come along and subtly waving goodbye to his company. …Still, they didn't think he was going to do something like that.

[cuteteacakes]

"So Max, why do ya say your twin's the hot one? Ya think you're plain?" @katsu-at-the-bottom

{🎮} - "Huh?" Where'd that come from? He was just talking about the games he played... Max shrugged. "Caleb is the hot one though! He doesn't even need to try! He got our mom's beauty, and I got my dad's... um... face?" Dangit why were his cheeks getting hot? "I'm okay being the plain twin. But anyway, about this new game I'm playing-" Desperately trying to get back on track so he won't feel so awkward!

@katsu-at-the-bottom

[lorelune]

belated wip wednesday …. :3c

[teeth--king]

I'm not doing so hot yet again so it's time for some Stardew comfort art, morning time :) Love to play this game and think about it when I'm sick, its fun to think of little stories and events for these characters. My anxiety is holding me back from talking more.

[kaizerandtzar]

Shit

"That's... not what I meant... I'm sorry."

"I love you, Kouichi, angel of death, of life, of beauty, of cleverness. I don't like sharing you, but I know I'm not enough for you. I know I can't keep you all to myself no matter how much I want to."

"But, I do also love Miyako."

Kouichi's teeth were quick to grit intense in anger.

"So you're just gonna turn this around on me?!"

"I know I'm not perfect! I know I'm messed up! But I am trying to figure some things out, and so I asked you a question!"

"...You don't want to answer me honestly? Fine. Other than as an angel of death, I don't know why you would ever want to call me that."

[idalenn]

MiqoMarch #20 - Town

For their daring rescue, the people of Yedlihmad treated the Scions to a celebration like no other, the Warrior of Light being given special appreciation for the return of those abducted...

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Eugh these period cramps has made me so bitter today euuuugh 💀💀💀 But I just kinda rediscovered the MLP Best Gift Ever Christmas special, like I DEADASS FORGOT THIS THING EXISTED BUT I CANT WAIT TO WATCH IT HEHEHEHEHE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[sillymuses]

“  is that your blood?  ” for Draculaura!

@purelyradiating

Draculaura freezes when she hears the giant's words, her mind taken out of the monstrous instinct that compelled her to do this. She does not need to turn, only look up towards Susan with a shameful gaze. The body nearby, feasted upon, lays still.

"I.....I'm sorry."

Everything had worked against her to keep her hunger in check. Being stuck within that place, all the lights, the energy required and no way to properly get what she needed had set her up for disaster. She was already starving by the time she attempted to make the journey back to Monster High with the other, directing and showing which way for Susan to go.

The hunger pains could only be kept at bay for so long and she had hoped they'd make it soon enough. But Draculaura had underestimated herself. It'd been too long since she's experienced something like this and caved faster than she thought. The moment a human had come into view, a nightly hiker, the instinct kicked in. It wasn't a pretty sight as she just tore in and ate. More than just blood by the looks of it.

"I...I promised myself I wouldn't do this again." The vampire sounds so utterly disappointed with herself as she stares down at her victim. The blood all over her just drips down as she's now full and her hunger does not overwhelm. "I was just...too hungry."

[canon-fcdder]

If there was one thing March learned early on, it was that for as wonderful of a person Olric was, he was an idiot. A big, dumb, buff idiot that drew so many eyes and yet never noticed. March was always keenly aware of when people were looking at him, had to be in his line of work, really. He needed to know who or what was around him to ensure no one got hurt, which was why Eiland was always asked ordered to sit off to the side where March could at the very least keep him in his peripherals and as far away from molten metal as possible. It also allowed Eiland a front row seat to watch March work, something he was usually more than pleased to entertain him with, even before they'd gotten together. But right now, with Olric helping out for the day? March was nothing but the supporting cast apparently, what with how Eiland was watching his brother like a hawk. Eiland didn't seem like the type to shop around, so to speak, so that must have meant there was a reason behind it, and the only reason March could come up with was as blatant as both Eiland's 'ogling' and Olric's oblviousness. And the worst part? It was working, and he knew that Eiland knew it. He should be better than this, should be able to keep his cool and eyes on his work. He was a professional, not to mention he knew there was no threat of his brother 'stealing' Eiland from him. He was too happy about them just being friends, forget about how he'd gotten when they'd started dating. There was no reason for him to be jealous, and yet here he was- "Fuck!" Burning his stupid FUCKING hand while glaring at Olric, his brother none the wiser as his attention shifted to March in concern. He'd only just gotten out a 'you good bro?' when March snapped at him that he was fine, something that no doubt happened often with how readily Olric accepted it. If asked, his philosophy was 'if March is angry, then he's okay', which only proved just how well the brothers knew eachother. "Stupid fucking dumbass-" Muttered to himself as he assessed the burn, it wasn't even worth a trip inside to- "I'm gonna go ice this." It was just an excuse, sort of like- "Eiland, come help me wrap this, would ya?" A huff as he caught a look from his brother out the corner of his eye. "Please?" Placated, Olric went about picking up the forge, saying he would finish up and then head to the inn if they needed him. Good, March didn't trust Eiland to keep quiet through what he had planned... A plan that would be put into action as soon as the shop door closed behind them, Eiland being dragged by the front of the shirt with the very hand that had needed 'wrapping' until the two were behind March's closed bedroom door with the lordling pinned to it, an arm across his chest and a knee sliding between his thighs. "Do I have your attention now, sweetheart?" - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Truthfully, Eiland doesn't want to be staring at Olric... Which only makes the slighted noble do so even harder. Fabricated or not, March is taking notice. Fixated upon the large man as if attempting to decipher an ancient text. To expose the secrets that make him captivating to plenty of others. Eiland CAN understand it. Olric is huge. And muscular. And has kind eyes. Paired with a sort of lazy smile ( even when not actively engaging it ) that can entice one into a conversation. His demeanor turns what should be an imposing figure into something dare-say endearing. It'd be hard to not fall at least a little enamored by the gentle giant of a man.

Eiland is in the midst of imagining what Olric would look like if his hair was longer and red, with an expression that's not quite so naturally friendly, when he hears the disruption coming from March.

Hastily looking over, genuine concern overtakes feigned interest before Eiland can so much as blink. Chocolate hues study March's hand while the blacksmith barks at his brother like a startled dog, confident the burn ( angry as the skin may look ) isn't worth a panic. With the various injuries Eiland has witnessed March shrug off as though an annoying bug-bite in its severity, he's starting to wonder if anything could be considered ❛ a problem ❜ to his boyfriend. Still, it never settles right in his stomach whenever March carries on without at least trying to tend to them. He'll likely just ignore the burn and continue working as though—

Oh.

Brows knit quizzically as the man who had to be coerced into first aid after being pummeled by rocks, decides his burn is not only in dire need of ice but wrappings. Not buying it for a second, gaze flits to Olric to see if the elder brother noticed this oddity. But, true as that bright but overly-accepting gaze would attest, Olric takes March at his word. Caught between wondering if it's deliberate ignorance ( assisting March in whatever game he's playing ) or sincere, Eiland drops the debate as he gets up to follow his boyfriend. Either way, part of him wishes Olric would have drawn more attention to it... Eiland feels like a child about to be scolded.

A ridiculous notion, the noble internally argues in the brief trip between the forge and March's room. But it's near-impossible to dissuade the knotting of his stomach, chest tight in the way it only gets when one has been caught doing something wrong. He HAD been purposely ogling his boyfriend's brother. Trying to get March's attention. To stoke his anger. To get back at him for— ... No matter the reason, he knows March would be well within his rights to snap at him over it. Not that Eiland wouldn't snap back, however guilty uneasy he may be in this moment.

It isn't until Eiland's back is abruptly SHOVED against the door that he is convinced he's not entirely in trouble. Breath catches in his chest ( a small squeak slipping past soft lips at the sudden shift in position ) before a large arm pushes against it, March likely able to feel the pounding of the noble's heart as it struggles to readjust. Legs tremble as a knee slides between his thighs, a familiar heat pooling between them in a way that causes him to tense. Tanned complexion darkens with a blush, giving away his situation far more than the tremor in his knees could. Acutely aware of this, it only makes his blushing worse; a cycle of self-damnation.

Wide eyes gazing up at his looming partner— warm hues catch what light manages to stream past the blacksmith's body —it takes the lordling a moment to find his words; March seems to have stolen them with a single question. When he manages to speak, Eiland wishes March would have kept them. ❝ Depends... Is my attention the one you want? ❞ It's a stupid, snide remark that holds as little weight as his attempt to take interest in Olric. But it's one Eiland has to make, otherwise it would continue to eat at him until there was nothing left but it. Spawned from one whisper of a moment that should account for nothing compared to all the others spent in March's company. But instead, it threw everything into question.

Guess that's what happens when one has Adeline as a sister.

A woman who would never date an ex of her brother, let alone one would left him FOR her. A woman who— for as long as Eiland can recall —has been far too busy to engage in romantic endeavors. Honestly, he doesn't know if March is even her type. What is her type? But the absurdity of the situation isn't what matters... It's that, hopefully unattainable as his sister may be, Eiland knows she's still the better of them. Always has been. A scary, sobering, suffocating concept. One he was reminded of full force when he noticed his boyfriend admiring her for a bit too long.

Maybe it's childish, to try and recapture March's interest get back at him in a similar manner. He certainly feels pathetic for it. Especially since he couldn't even get through the ruse without his mind drifting back to the brother he actually fancies. Not enough to stop, pettiness spurring him forward with surprising effectiveness, but enough to make Eiland now fidget under March's gaze even as he sullenly spat out the challenge. Still, the small noble stands his ground ( as if there's anywhere he could go right now ) and waits to see what his boyfriend's response is.

Nearly overwhelmed with the desire for March to just help remind him that the answer is yes... 「 ☆ 」

[burning-fcols]

✧   「   @onlywrath   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 Lucifer suspects he is supposed to be doing something else right now. Nearly certain he came into his office for a REASON. But it's difficult to recall responsibilities when... distracted. Especially in the manner he is right now, prettily perched upon his partner's lap with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. How they got into this position is a blur of playfully brushed off affection and saucy statements, the King of Hell playing ❛ hard to get ❜ when his surprise guest entered the room. A ploy that lasted all of a few minutes before he ended up HERE.

Not that anyone is complaining.

Hands bound by rope— that he could easily break should the desire arise, Lucifer relishing in the pretend helplessness of the moment —fingers itch with the desire to grab onto the larger Sin, Lucifer forced to be patient for the change to dig his claws into the other man. Shuddering as his tight entrance is toyed with by the wonderfully-sadistic Sin, normally-chilled body is already overheating in a mimicry of the intense heat spearing his insides. Warm and wanting, rear clings to Satan with a shamelessness befitting the King of Hell... Ready to milk his cock dry.

❝ Fuck... ❞ He hisses at the sudden slap, body tensing at the jolt of pain as a bright mark is left upon pale cheeks. Sharp grin betrays how welcome the ROUGH treatment is, crimson hues aglow as the petite man hungrily gazes up at his large lover. ❛ Good boy ❜ , huh? Simple phrase entices a purr from deep within the Sin's chest, hips obediently raising— slowly... but surely —as he prepares to grant the others desire. Slick shaft noisily slides from his stretched hole, glistening as it meets the unforgiving air of Hell... before it's suddenly SLAMMED back inside Lucifer's welcoming depths instead.

With that thrust, Lucifer begins his ride.

Bouncing atop Satan's dick, thick length pushes DEEP into him again and again and again... Knot smacking his cheeks in a mimic of Satan's hand. Breathing heavily, heat bubbles from between his legs to spread across his entire body, painting his face a brilliant golden hue. ❝ Y-Yeah? They were, huh? ❞ He teases, forcing the words through the strained whimpers clawing at his throat. A true testament of will, Lucifer manages to ask with a bratty flutter of his lashes, ❝ Were my hips... made for riding dick in general... or— ... Were they made... for YOUR dick?~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[bcdwclves]

anyways, i'm all about inappropriate workplace relations, power imbalances, age-gap relationships, and taboo topics no one would touch. i horde these things like a dragon.

[lululeighsworld]

so interesting......again, had a COMPLETELY separate goal in mind and noticed this fun difference: the map of the valla throne room from azura's legendary battle has some slight differences when compared to the one from the tempest trial

noticeably the cracks on the floor (wonder who did that) and the water spots that are reminiscent of a certain mechanic :3c