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[sableeira]

2025 sounds like the perfect year for the release of a fourth and final book in a sci-fi fantasy tetralogy with lesbian necromancers in space and a beautiful, strong, and angry barbie titular character

[ditadoyb-but-t4t]

i just want to snuggle up with a tgirl and hold her tight and dry her tears and tell her that I love her and her body and that i wont hurt her. i wish i could've done that for myself 6 years ago. i hope i can be that for someone else.

[90108s]

some lu guangs from today’s ep 🐈

[ID: A set of drawings of Lu Guang based on the fourth episode of the Yingdu Chapter. The first is of him in the scene where he’s undressing, exposing his back. The second is him being surrounded by stray cats (one on each shoulder and one on his head), looking tired. The last is him sick, wearing his white cat pajamas while tucked under the covers.]

[ominouspuff]

212th mood board

Corrie board here

[max--phillips]

In no particular order, a collection of some of my favorite lines of dialogue I’ve gotten screenshots of.

(Edit: part 2 here)

[counting-stars-gayly]

There’s something about Percy spending the whole episode remembering how upset he was with his mother for separating them, but with this newfound understanding of why she did it, and then deciding to leave her (temporarily) at Hades’ palace because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of how much it hurts.

“Hold fast, Mom,�� because they’re braving the storm that was made to break them.

[lurkinginnernarrator]

Cang Qiong's rumor mill has a new topic.

Peak Lord Shen hasn't been seen in two weeks. The last time he was seen was flying back from An Ding, where he purportedly commandeered some unknown objects from An Ding's storerooms after a hasty discussion with Peak Lord Shang. He entered the Bamboo house and hasn't emerged since.

The most popular theory is Peak Lord Shen is conducting some sort of toeing-the-line-of-taboo ritual.

Eventually, someone convinces Mu Qingfang to do a wellness check.

The Qing Jing disciples greet their Mu-shishu respectfully, the disciple escorting him to the Bamboo House inquiring as to the nature of his visit, seeing as 'Shizun wasn't expecting shishu today.'

"This master is merely here to visit your Shizun."

The disciple bows after announcing Mu Qingfang's arrival.

Mu Qingfang opens the door.

"Shen-shixiong?"

"Mu-shidi? To what do I owe the pleA—FUCK get BACK HERE YOU ARE NOT"—the sounds of struggle reach Mu Qingfang's ears and he leaps to action, striding in to take stock of the situatio...n.

Shen-shixiong is flat on his stomach; outstretched hands tightly grasping a precocious ball of fluff. His eyes gleam in victory, the scene casting it in a more crazed light. There is a heaviness to Shen Qingqiu's eyes that cultivation cannot banish and miscellaneous stains on his person. And, looking around, the Bamboo House is a disaster. Books, brushes, scrolls, inkwells and fans are scattered around, many haphazardly dropped on the floor. There is. Also. Hay?

Mu Qingfang freezes in the doorway. Ball of fluff and Shen Qingqiu also freeze.

"Is... Shixiong alright?"

This seems to snap Shen Qingqiu into action. He scrambles up firmly but with care, cradling the fluffball. Shen Qingqiu gets himself in order as best he can with both his hands occupied and clears his throat.

"Ah...Yes. this master is fine. To what do I owe the pleasure?..."

The fluffball twitches, wriggling until Shen Qingqiu loses his grip on it. It hops to the floor. A juvenile Whitecrested Snowrabbit of Agility stares up at Mu Qingfang.

"This. Shidi could come back at a more opportune time?"

The bunny starts chewing on a scroll.

"I believe that would be best."

Mu Qingfang backs out of the doorway.

He does send tea to help with Shen-Shixiong's fatigue and a subspecies of carrot that Whitecrested Snowrabbits are supposed to favour though.

I wonder what the next topic of Cang Qiong's rumor mill will be?

[inkyami]

Kaeru nyōbō (蛙女房) — "frog wive", a shapeshifting character in Japanese folklore. The frog turns into a woman in order to marry a human man, but retains some of her froggy qualities — Kaeru nyōbō is very fragile, small, and is unable to do heavy work due to her little strength. The life with her can be perfectly ordinary and peaceful, unless the curiosity of a husband & family discovers her true nature, and she hops away.

The stories about frog wives exist all over Japan with some variations of the plot. The motive itself — of a girl "with a secret" and a family ruined by prying into it — seems to be extremely popular in Japanese folklore in general.

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[slowestlap]

Off the Beaten Track - Viaplay documentary | Ep. 3/3

[buttermilk2004]

Regressor!Curly 🤲 -- after several hours I finally managed to finish this without giving up loll.

Regressor Curly anyone? Yes no? 🤔

[mattiesaurus360]

did u guys know about my undying love for blitzcrank

[jesterafterdark]

Part of me wants to go the soft, domestic feedism route, casually fatten someone up slowly with homecooked meals and tell them how much I love the extra weight because it keeps us both warm at night and it makes them so soft and feel so nice in my arms.

But then another part of me is really attracted to the idea of taking someone, keeping them like a pet, funnel feeding them or making them eat from a trough. Telling them how much of a fat little pig they've become, making them tell me in excruciating detail how they'd do anything for me, even if it meant getting so big that their friends and family could hardly recognize them, even if it meant expanding to a size where even leaving the bed was a chore.

But either way I'd cherish them, show them how much they mean to me, bury my face in that squishy, plushy tummy and make sure they knew that every pound they gained for me only made me love them more.

[chacerider]

my partner made a silly joke while we were watching boonboomger

anyway, i think chasshiro likes the gift

[fishyvamp]

18+ NSFW MDNI mind the tags

You whimpered as the S.C.R.E.A.M unit pinned you down. It's gears whirling and whining as it ground into you. It was strange in how it was like it was seeking gratification in a sexual way. Rubbing where it's dick would be against the curve of your ass. You clenched your fist, teeth gritted heavily, the scent of fresh oil you had just applied to it's joints in the air of the workshop. This must've been some sick joke someone was playing on you. Maybe some kind of hazing ritual to welcome the new technician.

"You got a boyfriend?" The bot seemed to tease. It's icy mechanical hand pressing against your throat pulling you flush against it's cold frame. The coveralls you wore doing very little to protect you. You could feel a scream building in your throat as none of this made sense. It had walked in of it's own free will, or at least the equivalent of free will for a android, requesting maintenance and when you had finished diagnosis everything was clear; No anomalies, not even signs of code tampering, yet when the bot was turned back on it began behaving unnaturally. All you knew for sure is If you made it out of this alive you will be looking through its code piece by piece to find out who tampered with your unit. Surely there would be a digital signature in there. Something to indicate who last touched the code.

"Stop!" You screamed out feeling it's other hand beginning to palm the front of your pants, "initiate command slash S!" The kill phrase coming out desperate the bolder it got practically crushing you against the table; it's hips picking up speed. Before stuttering to a stop, grip loosening just enough for you to slide out; breathing heavily you clutched your chest looking up at the machine that had you caged just moment ago. The fact that it didn't halt right away felt a bit unnerving but the nightmare was over. Clawing at the rough sandpaper like carpet you moved into the light of your dimly lit office. It felt like an eternity as you begged yourself to calm down long enough to plug in the diagnostic computer.

Your eyes shut tightly, you count backwards from ten, listening to the clicks and beeps as it dug whatever info it could, name after name appearing on the screen before you. The unit behaved too purposely to be a true malfunction. Your eyes darting across the screen, the only name catching your eye was that of Danny Johnson. You had to think on why that name sounded familiar despite no one currently working in your shop with that name. Who was Danny? Maybe it was a placeholder name?

It wouldn't be till later that you'd realize Danny was the name of the technician who was killed by a S.C.R.E.A.M unit a year earlier, that in of itself would explain the name, thinking maybe someone in your shop got ahold of his old login information to prank you... It wasn't unusual for the company to not care about removing the permissions of the dead. At least that was until discovering that Danny was the only deceased employee to have their profile completely removed from the system. Even his past work history and general employee file was completely null, as if he never existed. Not even old logs were accessible.

You know he was real the older employees talked about how sweet he was, how he could charm the pants off just about anyone. Well loved and respected, but he didn't exist according to the system. So how the hell did someone use Danny Johnson's information to modify code? Danny doesn't have authorization. Danny shouldn't be able to modify code. Danny technically doesn't exist. So why does it say "Danny wants you"?

[tojisun]

Simon Simon Simon Simon

"communication is key" to YOU. im gonna be mysterious about it until he gets a hint

(bet simon gets one look at you and realizes that must be what you're into lol so he edges you like that; brushing his hand on the small of your back on accident when he walks by behind you, squeezing your thigh in a second then the next he's reaching for the remote as though his touch was all an error.

he does all these little things that leaves you gasping, breath hitching, only for him to tamp it all back down. he looks at you with a confused tilt to his head, brows furrowed when he sees you squirming, and he thinks you're going to break soon, only—

"it's nothin'," you murmur, looking away, heat filling up your cheeks.

simon's nose flares in his frustration because why are you so goddamn stubborn?

so he amps the teasing; makes them more deliberate, more obvious.

he rubs his front against your back, makes sure that the chub underneath his sweats brush against the cleft of your ass, and just gives you a small smirk when you twirl to glare up at him. his hand falls atop your tits when he pulls you close to his side; sometimes he just lets it hover but sometimes his thumb "accidentally" drags against the plump fat, making you gasp.

he looks at your eyes every time, and he no longer gives you excuses to what he does.

and slowly, slowly, you give in.)

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crazy where did all that come from!!