#(kind of anyway)

[writer-by-the-sea]

NSFT - NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR, Minors DNI

Elliott imagines what it would be like with you. On top of you.

Script below if needed.

NSFT, me moaning and sounding desperate as hell, thrown together script, volume warning, and warning for sounding nothing like Elliott should. Enjoy.

I can’t take my eyes off of you. 

Even the way you bend down to pick up a random fruit or vegetable creates lust in my heart. Today, you’re on the beach, half naked and lying on a towel while you soak in the sun. 

While I’ve never been the type of man to openly oggle another being, I couldn’t seem to stop myself; peeking at you from behind my curtains like a sick man. 

Despite years of learning to control myself, to present myself with nothing but elegance and poise; I stroke myself as I watch you. 

How badly I ache for you, how I throb in my hand; my cock needy and leaking just a little bit. 

In my youth, I would have never dared to risk being caught like this. Moaning your name and fucking my own hand while I imagine you below me. 

Your legs spread wide, your face filled with ecstasy as I pound into you, screaming my name and begging for more, more, more. The way I would crush my lips down onto yours, swallowing your moans as we reach that limit together. 

How you would shake, just a touch, your head thrown back and your voice silent and, for just a moment, the only sound in the room is my hips smacking into yours as I push harder and faster into you–

And then you cum, shouting it to the heavens as I finally settle in to chase my own high. Dropping my head into your shoulder, my hips thrusting with abandon until I finally finish with you. Filling you with my cum, each rope of it decorating your inner walls before it’s close to overflowing-

Fuck-

My free hand punches into the wall to support me while I finish into my occupied hand, my cum coating my fingers and dripping onto the old weathered floor. 

When I look back up out the windows, you’re still there; blissfully unaware of the man watching you. 

One day, you may be mine, and I will forever wait for you.

[fael-draws]

I need a 150k word fanfiction of what everyone is up to in that parallel universe

[theenbyroiderer]

In the lull between fiber projects I'll just post another tutorial. Though this one is less a tutorial and more vague guidelines. There are parts that I can't really tell you how to do and I'm sure there are details that I don't have photos of... but I'll try to describe the process as best I can, and just hope that my words can fill in the gaps. Just ask if you have any questions and I'll try to answer them.

Materials: Cotton fabric, durable, not too thin. Pipe cleaners. Off white cotton thead. Off white wool yarn, a couple different thicknesses is preferable. One shorter and one longer needle, both sharp. (I used sashiko needles, one ~4cm and one ~6 cm.) Felting needles, for the top of the skull. Various green shades of wool yarn, perle, and other threads, for the foliage.

Step by step instructions:

1. Make a skull out of pipe cleaner. Just do it, I can't tell you how.

2. Find something to fill your skull with. I filled mine with a bundle of orts (thread scaps), so in my mind this skull will forever be known as Ort-For-Brains. I stitched around and through the bundle of orts a bit so that it was less a random tangle and more of a solid round shape. Then I tucked the orts into the skull and stitched the skull to the fabric with just a few stitches (using a durable cotton thread) around the edge. Make sure you fill the space inside the skull completely. Underneath the face of the skull the brains poked out a bit, so I did some stitches with the cotton thread there to hold the orts down. Another filler may be easier to work with, but I just couldn't resist the though of using colorful orts as brains...

3. Stitch over the pipe cleaner scaffold using wool yarn. I can't tell you exactly how to do this either, and depending on the shape of your scaffold you might encounter different challenges. Just be methodic, and don't overthink it. Use a thicker yarn, or more strands, on the top of the skull, and thinner/fewer strands when you are doing the face. When doing the face I'd say start with the eye sockets because they dominate the face. Stitch outwards from them, as if the sockets are suns and the thread sunbeams, if you get what I mean.

4. When you have stitched to your heart's content you may want to felt parts of the skull to make it smoother. I did anyway. I took bits of wool yarn and carded them a bit to make them less yarn-shaped and more like little sheets of wool, then I used felting needles to poke them into place on the top of the skull. If you have actual rowing wool, use that, it's probably better.

5.When you are satisfied with the skull you can do whatever you want with it of course. I added foliage. Techniques I used for that include: turkey stitch, drizzle stitch, woven picot stitch, bullion stitch and french knots.

[acekindaneat]

Serirei Week !!

Day 3: firsts/love languages

Reigen finds himself speechless (rare occasion)

continuation below but it's written form !! ↓↓

Serizawa gave him a slight nod, his face unreadable but tense. He gently directed Reigen towards the couches and sat him down. Wordlessly sitting beside him, he opened the first aid kit and rummaged through it.

Reigen watches in cautious silence, eyeing his coworker's rigid movements. The cloth he used to temporarily cover the large scratch left by the spirit was starting to itch. He slowly untied the knot with his uninjured hand and peeled off the blood-soaked makeshift bandage. It was drying off, but it still looked terrible. Four large gashes across his forearm, it almost looks like a scratch from a big cat.

Serizawa shifting closer brought Reigen's attention back to him. Their eyes met for a second before Serizawa looked down at his arm with a wince. Guilt evident on his face as he wet a towel with water and started to wipe off the blood with the lightest touch he could manage. Reigen swallowed the lump in his throat, the tense silence was getting to him so he spoke up.

"This could be part of your training, you know." He lightly joked, shrugging with his unoccupied shoulder. "It's important to know first aid, especially in our line of work." Serizawa's eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on his face, but didn't take his eyes off his work, nor did he say anything back. As soon as the blood that smeared was gone, he grabbed the disinfectant and a cotton ball.

It was gonna sting, Reigen already knew that, but he still felt his heart flutter when Serizawa glanced up at him with a sorry look and muttered, "This might sting..."

Reigen didn't miss the way Serizawa was holding his hand with his free hand. He didn't miss the way his thumb was soothing the back of his palm with light strokes. He didn't miss the way he could feel the warmth radiating off of Serizawa's body just from how close they were sitting. Reigen felt himself gulp, not sure if it was in preparation for the pain, or to force himself back to retain his composure.

He let out a small hiss and a wince, before letting it dissipate quickly upon seeing Serizawa's face look more like a kicked puppy. He knows the man felt guilty for not arriving quick enough to prevent the spirit from hurting Reigen further. It wasn't his fault though. He can't blame Serizawa, not when he looked this sorry.

Gentle, flitting hands finally wrapped the wound in a bandage and secured it carefully. When it was done, Serizawa didn't move away, but instead let his hand rest on the wrapped arm, slowly rubbing his thumb against it like it would help heal the wound faster. It might, Reigen could hope. He could hope that this moment lasts. He looked up at Serizawa with a soft look, hoping that his message came across. Please.

Serizawa looked up at Reigen's eyes with the same level of fondness. Despite what he feels, it still scares Reigen, to see someone look at him like that. He's scared of seeing it often that he'll get attached to it, attached to the fondness, attached to feeling loved.

He almost felt himself jump when Serizawa gently held his hand up and pressed Reigen's palm against his lips with closed eyes. It's like his heart stopped, his breath hitching as he inhaled sharply.

This seemed to wake Serizawa from whatever trance he was in and pulled away, his face flushed red. His gaze landed everywhere except Reigen's as he cleared his throat and gathered up the used cotton balls and the bloodied washcloth. "I'll, uhm, throw these away. I'll grab some ice for your neck.. and make you some green tea in a bit..." He paused, sparing Reigen a glance and assessing his state.

"I'm glad you're okay, Reigen.." Serizawa spoke again, then escaped to the restroom to clean his hands off. Reigen sat there staring at his palm, dumbfounded and speechless.

[tales-of-whales]

So. I brought you something. Promise not to cry or throw the vegetables at me.

Here, that's a James Bond/Mary Poppins returns crossover.

*leaves the thing on the ground. slowly backs off.*

The Cipher of Love

[risetherivermoon]

i feel like nicky (being this weird mushed up mix of nick close and nicholas foster,) would, obviously have his moments where you're like "heh yeah he's so cool and metal" but also have moments where you're like "yup, that guys a cop's son"

gimme nicky lecturing taylor on weapon safety with a sword, gimme nicky who never goes over the speedlimit, gimme nicky who makes sure everyone has their seatbelts on, gimme nicky being cautious about fire safety even though he's a literal demon

[thenopequeen]

If I could draw, I would draw my Tav, who is a gnome illusion wizard, (only because the vanilla game had no option to make an extra small goblin like she was in the dnd campaign where I first played her) playing around with enlarge/reduce.

Specifically; reducing Halsin, and when he's still taller at 3.5 ft, enlarging herself to a whole 4 ft and being the big spoon for once.

And then doing it the other way; making him 14 ft tall and her about 1 ft, and being cradled ever so gently in his hands.

But I can't, so the image has to stay in my head. Tragic

[matttheratking]

Pls October 5 come sooner I'm losing brain matter

[miguelsfangs]

I never post art here but I guess?? I could? Evil villain OC of mine named ONE! I have fun sketching him and his grumpy ass face lol

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'm putting crabs in all your orifices.

[marineverdancy]

If you told me during early access that in the full release of the game my paladin tav and Astarion would eventually have a very sweet and loving romance I would have laughed in your face, because it sure looked like mutually assured destruction to me

(EDIT 10/10/2023: tweaked some colors to make the image more readable. Plus Astarion wasn’t corpse-like enough so I fixed that)

[de-spawnhellspawn]

Somewhere, I want to see Miorine jealous. It doesn’t matter how exactly but it does matter when.

The sort of instinctual gut-wrench at seeing Suletta so close to someone else. Its not anyone she knows, a practical stranger. Not Nika, or Chuchu, or any of the Earthians. Ah. Yet, they talk so familiarly with one another. The redhead seems so animated in her hand-waving and wild gesturing. Isn’t it adorable? And wonderful that she could come out her shell like this?

Or maybe she doesn’t notice all of that. Maybe her heart zeroes in on how wrong it all feels. That tangling of thorns at her sternum, catching and ripping through viscera.

And just when she’s ready to intervene. There’s the intake of breath but nothing comes out…

…because that’s not her groom anymore.

[anovertureinyellow]

Ozulmath (hylics 2 style icon)

[abcatarts]

Spindly little creature, creeping along through the night

[bea-beast2007]

Bugbo with a dress because why not

[dark-elf-writes]

Sensei

“Sensei?” Sarutobi-sensei didn’t jump, exactly, but his fingers did twitch like he was reaching for a weapon.