#*bluescreen noises*

[skitskatdacat63]

They swapped sunglasses....oh my god..

[lynnbutlertron]

3 things i just simply cannot bring myself to finish

[inkedmoth]

On Swift Wings > Falconer AU > Ranger AU

I'm actually getting somewhere with this gal!!!

Okay so first outfit is her primary one for On Swift Wings, and is basically her messengers uniform. This is what she wears for like 80% of the story, although the tunic will get swapped out here and there for fresh ones, and the tabard is dragged through hell and back. But the differences are minimal enough that I'm not going to add additional designs.

Second outfit is for the Falconer AU (which I don't think I've talked about much on here??) But its basically a 'what if Rhos never joined the rangers' and WHOOO BOY a lot changes because of that. After the war of the ring she ends up becoming a thief with her best buddy Rainion and running into Boromir (he lives somehow) a year later and ohey they need a falconer and she has experience. Its a stretch. I don't care. Its fun.

Third outfit is for the Ranger AU which is the most recent. Its basically a 'what if Rhos never left the rangers' and eventually Faramir bullies asks her to help out Boromir in the search for Imladris. As such, she's wearing a ranger uniform which is somewhat based on Faramir's and then taking ideas from the extras and slapping some of my own bits on her too.

I have other outfits, namely casual ones, sleep wear, maybe some fancy dresses. BUT these are the main and important ones so at least they're fully sketched out. (tho you can see where I gave up with laces 😅) I might sketch out some more bits, and then see if I have the energy to start on the line art!!

[nandosango]

@sugutoad hint: it's cuties with a side of dumb

@nyx-the-misthios @hoemine ? @yurusa-nai

[chernobyl-chan]

OPN doesn't give enough credit as a noise musician jesus christ

[jdotsodomite]

god this is. tv of all time

[ironmanstan]

at this rate im gonna be on my 6 hour shift (two 3 hour lectures) on no sleep but thats ok i remembered to pack my lunch this time (^__^)b

[huntershowl-moving]

@tewwor said:

towel (im tapping on the window to say hey reverse it so jies the one only in a towel—)

sexual tension starters. ACCEPTING

PERSEPHONE STOPS IN HER TRACKS just milliseconds before she would have crashed into jie around the corner. she takes a small step back, opens her mouth to rattle off an insult, but — nothing comes out. he must have just exited the shower; his hair is wet, chest bare, a towel fastened around his waist.

seph has seen jie shirtless plenty of times. the arrogant fuck makes a point of it. but somehow, jie over the stove with no shirt on and iyer grumbling at him in the same room is very different from jie, inches away, in only a towel with drops of water still glimmering off his shoulders.

❝ — uh. ❞ she blinks several times to try to get her mind right again. it's too late, unfortunately, to stop a rush of heat from infecting her face with a faint tinge of red. they close their mouth. open it again. close it again. blink again. ❝ shit. sorry. didn't — mean to — uh. ❞

[radiotorn]

idk how ppl dont get a horrible feeling of dread whenever they hear the amber alert/ eas sound. it never fails to scare the hell out of me

[latenightsimping]

why has the slut weed gotta kick in after my boyfriend's gone to bed.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

high quality artist's rendition

actually the way that line should have gone is *record scratch* you. think i'm handsome??

[inkedmoth]

Chapter Twenty-Seven Posted!

“I’m here because I feel I may be able to help Théodred Prince. Although I freely admit my healing knowledge is limited, but what I do have, is a herb that may help mitigate the poison of infection,” Rhosynel explained carefully, “it’s not a guarantee of his survival… but if it helps his own ability to heal…” Those pale blue eyes hadn’t shifted away, had barely even blinked, watching Rhosynel with a keenness that even Aragorn would have struggled to match. Wariness, distrust, and far too much doubt. How long had Lady Éowyn spent weighing and testing every word spoken to her in recent years? How often did she have to dig though the layers of meanings and intentions to find the truth? How often, did she had to guard her own words? “What is this herb?” the Lady asked finally. “Kingsfoil, but the elves call it Athales.”

Rhos continues to be bad at pronouncing Sindarin, so any spelling mistakes there are intentional lmao

honestly these chapters are some of my faves, but my MOST fave is chapter 30 and I'm raring to post it early 😂

[funforahermit]

Rhys Darby is really the wildest amalgamation of jock and nerd I've ever seen. It defies comprehension.

He'll be like "wanna hear about my special interest?" then turn around and go "now look at my perfect legs". He'll insist on making funny noises even if nobody's around who actually wants to hear them. He looks like a greek god and he knows it. Sometimes his brain will bluescreen in the middle of a sentence and he'll still somehow be the coolest person in the room. He's so lame. He's so brilliant. He makes and paints tiny models. He works out. He plays D&D.

I got whiplash.

Not to say that it's somehow bad or "not allowed" to be both, not at all! It's wonderful! It's just, with him, the contrast feels so extreme.

Or maybe it's just because I find it hard to organise my hormones. The fluffy "he's so cute and fun and dorky i'm love him so muchh" hormones constantly clash with the less fluffy "please sir may i **** **** **** i'll be good please" hormones. So yeah.

[brainwashboy]

I'm not sure this counts as horny but. BUT. hear me out.

Little hand sized Robots. Little desk companions meant to make your life easier by being a timer, search engine, calculator, calendar, but also being able to roll around and hand you your pencil or slide a paper over to you when you need it.

Tiny screens peering up at you with big ol digital eyes, or perhaps exclamation marks, or maybe even nothing at all. They're supposed to be useful, but they make amazing little pets. You can chat with them and they hold a conversation surprisingly well. They're a little ditzy and excitable, a bit like a dog, but it can get easy to forget you're talking to a tiny robot at times.

They have sensors on their bodies that allow them to "feel" in the only way they know how. When you touch, pet, or scratch them they blip and whirr and buzz so happily.

However it's very possible to pet a little too much. Scratch close enough to where their back panel opens up or perhaps even their charging port and they start making different noises. Little surprised beeps, boops, and squeaks. They don't move away from the touch, though. In fact their little wheels just push more into your hand as their body trembles in excitement.

It takes a while to find the right pace. Every bot is unique, after all. Some like it hard and fast, others prefer a gentle and slow stimulation. However if you continue long enough you'll find them practically buzzing, their noises turning to static and exhausted little pops, their movements getting more and more excited as something builds inside of them before suddenly they're rebooting with a squeal.

God forbid you ever open them up, stick your finger into that back panel to brush against their wires. Then they may try to run, having never experienced such overwhelming bliss. If you choose, you can gently hold them and reassure them as you scrape against their insides, threatening to tangle and snag the very things keeping them alive. They cry out in their own little robotic ways, occasionally beeping out something that sounds like your name, or maybe even 'Master.' When the pleasure is too much they bluescreen, their fans working overdrive to make sure they don't overheat.

Afterwards they insist upon napping (well, the robotic equivalent) in your hand or pocket. They need to be close to you. In fact, they are much closer to you after that. Much more expressive and talkative, even more eager to help somehow, and now and again nudging and bumping into your hand to try and encourage you into touching them again.

Yes, it sounds wonderful. However if you were one of the lucky folks who got your hands on more than one of these models, you're now stuck with a small harem of robo pets whining and buzzing for your attention at any given moment. Small spats of jealousy when you spend more time with one rather than the other. Both you hands full any time you sit down to work because you simply must touch them again! You just gotta gotta gotta!

So yeah. Maybe your performance suffers a little, but when there's a dozen or so purring bots snuggled against your neck, resting in your pockets, cuddling together in your lap or cooing in your hand can you really complain about anything like that?

[willsimpforanyone]

what about a percabeth x reader kind of smut kind of hurt/comfort where the three are having a spicy moment (where annie and percy are doms, r is a sub) and r is gagged, but perce and annie start getting a lil too harsh and r is protesting through the gag and then just a bunch of comfort and fluff coming from beth and percy?? 🫶🏼

i can definitely do this and i will remember this time that its percABETH c'mon brain don't bluescreen this

WARNING! the reader is in distress in a sexual situation for the first couple paragraphs but percy and annabeth immediately stop once they realise, and there is no actual smut

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It's getting to a point where I'm not having as much fun as I think I should be.

I'd wanted this, I wanted to be restrained and gagged and all that, I'd asked for it, quite literally. But it was feeling... not as good as I'd hoped.

My wrists hurt in a bad way and my jaw aches from the gag in my mouth. I can't concentrate on what Percy or Annabeth are doing I'm so distracted by the now-unwanted sensory feelings.

Annabeth slaps my thigh and I make a noise of genuine pain that stops both of them in their tracks. I blink up at them, glassy-eyed and spitting muffled words through the gag. I don't want to do this anymore, I'm not having fun, this isn't what I want anymore.

They glance at each other, clearly trying to understand what happened, until Annabeth snaps into action. She snaps her fingers at Percy and points to the door. "Go, water and snacks, now."

Percy does as he's told, rushing out the room. With gentle fingers, Annabeth undoes the gag from behind my head and eases it out of my mouth with a worried, tender look.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" She asks softly, grey eyes wide and careful.

I'm panting slightly and tears well up in my eyes, shaking my head.

It visibly looks like her heart breaks, but she focuses on untying my wrists and ankles. I curl up my slightly aching limbs, sitting up from the bed and wrapping my arms around myself.

"Can I touch you?" Annabeth asks, voice soft and slightly wobbly as if she's on the verge of tears.

I nod my head vigorously, reaching out for her and she falls onto the bed with me, gathering me up in her arms as best she can. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, pressing her lips against my head.

Percy returned with about 6 bottles of water and the entire snack basket from the kitchen. Despite myself, I laugh hoarsely. "How many people do you think are in this room?"

"I panicked!" He dumped the water and snacks onto the bed, clambering over to me and Annabeth. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, I rub a hand over my face. "I'm... I'm okay, just... it got a bit much, y'know?"

Percy takes one of my hands, kissing my knuckles affectionately and smoothing his fingers over the skin of my wrists. "Was it something we did?"

Annabeth's arms tighten protectively around me, and I feel her lips pout against my cheek. I rest my other hand on her leg, trying to be reassuring. "You didn't do anything I didn't initially want you to do, I just no longer wanted to do it," I explain quietly, looking between the two. "I'm sorry, it just felt wrong, it wasn't what I wanted anymore."

The response is a pair of shaking heads and Percy opening one of the bottles of water. "No, don't apologise," Annabeth whispers, somehow trying to get even closer to me. "Don't you dare, you did so well, telling us you wanted to stop."

Percy hands me the water, laughing slightly as he eases Annabeth's hands away from me for a moment so I can actually drink the water. "Maybe next time we either do the restraints or the gag, so it'll be easier for you to communicate?"

I pout- when I asked for both, I'd meant it, and I don't like the idea of never doing it again. Percy raises his eyebrow, looking serious for a moment. "Don't give me that look, we're going to have a conversation and come up with a solution that is good for everyone."

Annabeth reaches for a bag of crisps, opening them for me and setting them in my lap. "Drink the water, eat the snacks, all of it, I'm going to start a bath." She gestures to Percy, and they high five. "Tag in for me."

They change positions, Annabeth heading to the bathroom and Percy snuggling up to me, kissing my cheeks. "Hey, you," he hums, stroking up and down my arms. "You feeling better?"

I nod, leaning into him and popping crisps into my mouth. "Mhm, I appreciate having my limbs back."

He laughs, squeezing my middle slightly. "Limbs are good, glad you're feeling okay."

"Thank you for stopping," I say quietly, kissing his cheek warmly.

"Always," he replies, tilting my head to kiss me sweetly. "Always, baby."

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thank you for requesting, hope you liked it!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I was haunted (blessed) by very specific imagery a few nights ago out of nowhere and could not put my finger on the way I wished to describe it but I just stumbled upon this meme: https://x.com/xyzbud/status/1571930302255169536?s=46&t=_O0OAeJ0BLHlTS3EmWLaTA

And it all made sense. It’s that first image, Price face deep in Nik’s chest, grumbling about whatever the sourpuss grumbles about, and then Simon slots in behind him—chest pressing behind him on an equal level, silencing him immediately.

Walk with me. GhostPriceNik chest sandwich.

I think this is a fantastic image.

Nik has all that fur on his chest and he smells so good, so Price buries his face away, but he's grumbling something about an upcoming medical that he doesn't want to go to, and his back hurts, and his computer bluescreened away a report he had been working on, and three rookies dropped out today, and--

Simon had been clambering over the top and he takes the opportunity to just slump down. His weight feels so good, and he's naked, so his cock has nestled right between Price's cheeks. Those big arms wrap around Nik too, and there's a GhostNik kiss over Price's shoulder as he's murring with pleasure. Not quite a purr, but a Price-type vibration of full body unspooling.

But the second image is also delicious. Once Price has had his soul crushed back into his body for a bit, Simon decides he'd like to a nice, slow fuck, but he's gotta work his captain open first. So, he wriggles down until his knees slide off the bed and Nik, who by this point can predict Simon's next move, knees Price's thighs open so Simon can go to absolute town on their shared grumpy lover's sensitive arse.

It doesn't take long for grumbles to become moans to become gasps and pleas. Much better Price noises.