#....once again

[arcxnumvitae]

Iomhar, is there any part of you that's afraid of Sivel, or of the things he could/might do? What about of Camhlaidh, since you've mentioned the similarities in the lengths that he and Sivel would go for their respective homes and peoples? Knowing the things that your beloved has done, are you at all worried that your own king might go down a similar path?

@soulsxng || Ask my Muse about their relationships with other Muses!

"Afraid of Sivel? Never." The answer came immediately and the man knew he did not need to dwell on the question for even a moment. Why would he, when there was no other answer possible?

"I worry sometimes about worst case scenarios regarding him and Camhlaidh, of course, it is impossible not to do so when things remain so tense between the two of them, but never have I been scared of my beloved." Large arms crossed before his chest-- the topic of both kings was one he didn't care to dwell on. All it did was cause him to worry and worrying would do little to solve the issue.

"Camlaidh, I hold strong to my belief that he is not cruel or warmongering-- it is because of this that I also do not feel 'fear' specifically regarding what he may do. He has certainly crossed lines that I do not care for," espionage in general felt rather underhanded to him, "and I cannot say that I am not surprised that he had done that. But I do not believe that he is a man who would bring harm to others so carelessly or callously.

"As for Sivel...the things that he had done, to my understanding, were actions made in desperation to keep his people safe. The most questionable of them happening specifically when, for one reason or other, he felt alone. The ones that he trusted in were no longer at his side. I feel there are similarities with that and how King Camlaidh has acted now." To act so drastically because of one's isolation, in his own king's case, it was something that could be so easily avoidable. Yet he could not force the man to open up to or trust others, that was a decision that Camhlaidh would have to make himself."

[varilien]

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[all6pistols]

goin for the funniest guy ever award (´ε｀ )♡

[loopnoid]

claudeleine thru the eras

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[amethystsoda]

[trashmouthsworld]

Has this been done yet

[joneevarts]

Old men yaoi

[radiation]

[miwkchii]

Gravity falls fixation goes crazy

More billford (teehee) and trying to figure out a 'human' bill design

[useless-englandfacts]

so when israel bombs innocent palestinians it’s all “ummm ahhh i don’t knowwwww it’s complicated!!!”, but when the yemeni forces are the only group to take action against israel by posing an economic threat to the rest of us it’s immediately air strikes on yemen. okay.

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

one side of this post is the costume design from a big-budget theatrical film meant to live up to the hype of the first animated film ever made for wide-release and another side of this post is the costume design from an abc soap opera where dwarves hatch from eggs and i think you guys will kill me if i tell you which is which

[redsray]

i love the idea of the batfam wearing each other's merch cause like. i know they'd be petty about it. usually they'd wear their siblings merch in (kinda) equal rotations, but they'd change it up depending on sibling squabbles or sibling favours. Tim, walking into the kitchen in a Red Hood shirt: Dick: TIM!? Tim: what Dick: it's Tuesday. you always wear Nightwing merch on Tuesdays. Tim: oh. Tim: you stole my last granola bar, last week. Steph, looking for something in Jason's room: JASON WHY DO YOU HAVE EVERYONE'S MERCH BUT MINE?! Jason, peeking into the room: i have your merch. in the trash. Steph: WHY Jason: you hit me with a blue shell in mario kart last game night. i'm never forgiving you. Damian, sporting a full-on Red Robin hoodie: Tim: woah. what brought this on? you usually only exclusively wear Batman or Nightwing merch Damian: you helped me take that splinter out of Alfred's paw yesterday. Richard on the other hand has recently messed up my painting palette. Dick, from the other room: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! Damian: he'll get over it. Cass, wearing Nightwing merch for the 5th day in a row: Jason: goddamn. what did Dickie do to get in your good graces like this? Cass, smiling: he made me a flower crown Jason: ... that's it? Cass: it was a very nice flower crown. Dick, buying seven Signal shirts: One for everyone. Duke, behind him: Dick, you really don't-- Dick: shhhh, sunshine. everyone will love your new merch. (they all wore exclusively Signal merch for a week straight) Bruce isn't allowed to change up his rotation or not wear someone's merch because he immediately gets accused of playing favourites. He'd rather keep some of his sanity, thank you.

[pien-art]

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