#...and not wet sand 😂

[freepassbound]

the last adventure you’ve been on?

how do you take your coffee?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Well, I guess that would be going to see the eclipse? I did go somewhere I've never been before (and climbed a steep 50-foot dune) - that qualifies as adventurous, doesn't it?

how do you take your coffee?

To someone else 😂 - I don't drink coffee. 😄

[wlwreader]

i hate the sand

[the-californicationist]

hi cail! this is sizzleee2 from another account 😅 i was wondering if you could possibly make a fic with anyone from tf141 with fem!reader who immediately after sex feels asexuel and gets a little distant, doesnt need aftercare because shes never had any and then finds out how good aftercare feels??? idk, if you dont want to then no pressure! you r just my favourite writer and i love to read your fics!!

-sk0 <3

I’m slowly making my way through my ask box, and you probably forgot about this but I didn’t! lol 😂 I don’t think I fulfilled this request though. Epic fail on my part. Aftercare?? Maybe. If you squint. I’m so sorry. I just got too horny for Gaz. Forgive me? 🩷🩷

TW: female reader, the expected amount of Kyle sass (see gif)

——— MDNI ———

Tethered

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The skin-searing warmth of his body left you as he finished, falling away and leaving you cold and lonely. The air of the room rushed across your skin, reminding you that he was done with you. He’d used you, and much like the tarred end of a smoked cigarette, you were filthy, you were wet and sticky from his mouth, and you were no longer smoldering from his burning affection. You had been savored and snuffed out, and that was that.

As soon as his heavy frame rolled off of you, you flung the sheet away and darted into the bathroom, ready to be clean again.

You wished you could be like those girls in the movies; the ones who curled around their emptied lovers, laying her head upon his chest, letting him squeeze and fondle her as he dozed, playing in the sweaty mess of her hairline, skirting his brutish fingers along the slope of her brow.

But you weren’t. You were something else. You weren’t sure exactly what, but your past partners had called you all sorts of things. Low-maintenance. Easy-going. Little Miss Quickie.

“Hey,” the door to the bathroom was wrenched open, and in the dark portal of its frame stood your most recent conquest: Sergeant Kyle Garrick, scowling down at you.

He was still naked, as were you, and now that the sparkling fire of your pleasure had been extinguished, it was less exciting and more practical than it should’ve been. Sure, the heavy musculature of his neck and shoulders were still beautifully aggressive. The broad span of his chest was yet as inviting as it had been at the bar last night. The deep v-cut of his Adonis belt was just as tantalizing, particularly when it lead to a softer, shinier, well-used cock, still dripping desire from its gleaming slit.

“What?” You asked, turning to face him, your washcloth in hand.

“Where’d you go? I’m not done,” he asked.

As Gaz stepped forward into your space, you turned to give him your back, watching him in the mirror, feeling and seeing his enormous arms curling around your shoulders and belly like a giant kraken, ready to pull you back into the sea of his bed.

“You felt done to me,” you shrugged, continuing to wash your face, “Was it not good for you?”

The incredulous look in his eye froze you to the spot, and the suds of your soap foamed and popped across your cheek as you waited for his reply.

He pulled himself away, unwinding himself like ribbon from a spool, slipping through you like sand through loose fingers.

“It was proper brilliant. You know it was. You were there,” he laughed, a hint of bitterness tinging the edge of his mirth, “Am I wrong, babes?” Then, his timbre darkened with a quiet uncertainty, “Am I wrong?”

“No,” you turned to face him, wiping your cheek clean, “It was really nice. It’s not you. I’m just usually Ubering home by now.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, pushing back. But he didn’t shy away. He smiled, almost knowingly, as if he expected you to say as much.

“Not much of a cuddler, is that it?” He smiled a bit wider, reaching his arms around you cautiously, waiting for you to pull away again.

You shook your head, and he held your chin in one of his large fists, lifting you up to face him. He studied you, looking into your eyes as if trying to see your mind working away behind them,

“Want me to show you how?”

You met his gaze, and you didn’t know what expression you wore on your face. It was hard to even describe the emotion you were feeling, much less name it. But, when he looked down at you, he seemed to know.

Gaz grabbed your hand in his and dragged you over to the large shower behind him. He turned the water on hot and coaxed you inside. For a few moments, you thought it may be too warm for you to stand it, but as your skin became accustomed to the steam and the heat, you felt your body relax. He didn’t bother with soaping you up or washing your hair; he simply held you against him, your head tucked into his chest, shadowed by his hulking form, covering you in the oppressive warmth of his affection and the pouring water. It flooded your senses, and you felt yourself becoming more pliant to his whims, more open to suggestion, blooming under his touch like a reluctant bud, afraid of the bite from the frost you knew too well.

Because this wasn’t forever. He’d say goodbye eventually. You’d feel the sting of loneliness one way or another. Better to rip the bandage off now and get it over with. Right?

“Hey, come back,” he held your jaw in his strong fingers, making you meet his eyes again, “That’s it. Stay with me, baby. You don’t need to go anywhere. Don’t need to do anything. Just be here, right now, with me. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t know why, but you rejoiced to hear those words. There was something in the way he insisted, something in the comfort of his steady, unhurried embrace that allowed you to melt down into his arms.

When he began to rub you down, chasing the rivulets and currents of the cascading water, you didn’t feel rushed. There was no urgency. He fondled you and caressed you; he squeezed your soft breasts in his palms, but he wasn’t after an orgasm - not yours nor his. He just wanted to touch you.

You felt his hand find your tender pussy, his fingers stretching their way into your hole, still sore from taking his challenging length, still slick from the sticky mixture of your come.His fingertips pressed inside of you, and it was his turn to sigh, his body relaxing into yours, warm to his bones from how joyful he felt at being so welcomed into your hot core.

Pressing your head into his chest, you let yourself live in the moment. You were allowing yourself to be in this steamy limbo with him, feeling him as he was feeling you and yet in no rush to the finish line.

“I’ve got you, babes,” he kissed your forehead, pushing into your cunt even deeper, rocking rather than thrusting his hand against you, letting you grind your hips into the heel of his palm, “I don’t wanna stop. But, if you —“

You shook your head, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt him smile. You whispered into his chest,

“It’s alright. We don’t have to stop.”

“Come back to bed with me, then,” Gaz demanded gently, his voice holding a stronger challenge than it had before, steeled by your precarious consent.

You looked up at him, unsure if you could give him what he wanted, but you were willing to try.

You nodded, and he flipped off the water, reaching out of the door to wrap you in a big towel. You watched him dry off quickly before leading you back to bed. He climbed in before you, turning back the duvet, giving you a shadowy little burrow to stuff your body into. You turned away from him, your back to his chest. You held your breath in your lungs still for a moment, wondering and waiting, but once you felt his skin on your skin, you could relax again.

Reaching behind you, you found his hard prick and guided it so that he would slip between your legs, nestled right below your lips, curving through your chubby thighs and up against your mons. The trembling sigh that came from his throat as his cock slotted itself into place lit a fire in your chest again, reigniting the once-cold embers.

He thrust himself against you, testing the waters, waiting for you to reject his advances, but you canted your hips, letting the wetness of your hole glide against the body of his cock, licking him like a mouth as he rutted between your legs. His tongue was on your neck, his hands were on your breasts and belly, his scent invaded your nose; he was everywhere. You didn’t have a chance to second-guess yourself or your smoldering excitement because he was like the steam from his shower; he suffocated your doubts with his desire.

“That’s my good girl,” he muttered against your kiss-bitten flesh, “Use her on me like that. Just like that.”

Gaz reached down to cup your mons, his fingers cradling his head each time he fucked his cock against your folds, keeping it pressed into the slit of your wet quim, nudging your clit every time he shoved himself forward. You helped him, rocking your hips back and forth, matching his rhythm, listening to the soaked, milking noises your sex was making with him.

“See?” He whispered, slurring his words from the pleasure that he was stoking inside of himself, using you to build his fire back to a high roar, “A cuddle isn’t so bad. That’s why you gotta stay here in bed with me, baby. Give me a chance to get hard for you again, yeah?”

You nodded, moaning in agreement, arching your neck to give him more room to work his mouth on you. He took advantage of it right away, feasting on your sensitive skin, raking his sharp teeth across you like the flat edge of a knife, stinging but not ready to draw blood.

“Wanna take you again. Let me have you,” he snarled, all his gentility burning away against his blazing want.

Before you could so much as whimper his name, his hand pressed down until his cockhead was prodding against the soft mouth of your cunt, waiting for your body to swallow him whole. He held his breath as he dipped inside of you. He went slowly, inching his way through your soaked walls, drowning his long shaft in its familiar sheath, groaning and shaking from the bliss of it.

You twisted your hand in the sheets, nearly screaming from the pleasure, too full to move, overstimulated and yet begging him for more with the hungry grind of your hips.

Then, he used his heavy body to shove you beneath him, rolling you onto your belly, pinning you beneath his chest and wrapping his arms around you, stealing away any chance of your escape. But you didn’t want to escape, not anymore. All of your thoughts had been rewired and rewritten with his ink pen, reminding you that you were his to take.

“Ungh, fuck!” He bit down on the nape of your neck, whimpering in a dark, gravelly tone, “Just like that. Squeeze me, baby. Use that fuckin’ pussy on me.”

“Gaz…” You keened, feeling the edge of your orgasm rising within you like a white-hot sun.

“What?” He snapped a little cruelly, “Still wanna go home? Fuck that. Not done with you, baby. Gonna make this tight little pussy remember the shape of me, yeah? I’ll keep you hungry for it.”

As your legs began to shake, Gaz fucked himself into you even deeper, reaching too far and stretching you too wide, forcing a wall of pleasure to slam into your core, making you clench around him that much harder. You felt yourself flood with your own sticky come, and right at the top of your blinding joy, you heard him hiss against your ear, chuckling in a teasing, devilish tone,

“That’s what I thought. Not goin’ anywhere, are ya?”

[meanbossart]

so, uh… a while ago, you posted the lineart for this in case someone wants to color it for practice. and i did! it was *such* a pleasure to work with your lines, omg. i hope you won't cringe too hard!

i'm too much of a coward to attempt cel shading or really dark shadows. also not sure i got the right idea with the sand and water and in short i don't know what i'm doing 😭

ANYWAY. got any tips? i would love to know what you'd do differently.

as an aside: would it be ok to post this on my blog (with proper credit, of course)?

OH YAY SOMEONE GAVE IT A SHOT! Excellent work dude! Really enjoying the wet look you have his skin.

Frankly I was struggling so much with coloring this picture (there were several attempts 😂) that I barely feel qualified to give you any any advice, I think the blame lies in my own anatomy in this drawing - I made it a little too flat somehow, which made rendering really difficult to nail! So you were already working at a disadvantage.

But I would definitely encourage you to employ more shadows to contrast with your color palettes! I know it can be a daunting task (trust me, it still is for me too to this day) but its through experimentation that we figure these things out. Studying how/when to use soft edges or hard edges on your highlights and shadows is also a huge game changer.

Thank you so much for giving my lines a shot!!! And OF COURSE you can post it, it's half your own work after all

[moodymisty]

Hey, what's up? I'd like to leave a request. So, I'm from Brazil. Here we are going through a terrible heat wave, it's been terrible to sleep at night. A random thought crossed my mind, and if Pabu's heat was also above average? The reader can't sleep and decides to take a swim in the sea. There she sees that Hunter has made the same decision and I don't know, can the two of them have a make-out session on the beach? 🤭😂

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: This is such a cute idea. I love midnight swims. I hope you enjoy this, and that the heat spell didn't cause you too much annoyance.

Relationships: Hunter/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a lil lewd but not full NSFW, Nothing more unless you're scared of the beach.

Word Count: 1353

Perhaps you were a bit too cruel in your comments about the wet weather of Kamino. Or the chill of Coruscant. Because as much as you complained about them individually, at least neither had the overwhelming, soul snuffing humidity that Pabu had. You've woken up again for the third time now, remaining undecided between the windows being open or closed, sheet on your body or off, laying on your side or stomach. This weather just will not abate.

There is absolutely no way you're going to sleep at this rate. Not with heat this sweltering.

With your nightclothes threatening to stick to your skin you put your feet into the cool stone floor, and debate for a moment perhaps sleeping on that instead. It may be terribly uncomfortable, but perhaps the cold of the tile might be better against your skin. It feels good against your feet, at least. Ultimately you decide against it however, and instead decide to do something else.

Stepping outside, you gently close the door behind you and walk barefoot down the path towards the beach, still in your nightshorts and shirt. No one is out this late but yourself, so you don't feel too bad about walking around in less than acceptable attire. Though you're sure most others in the town really wouldn't mind much given where you're going.

When the stone path turns to sand, you can see the waterline rising up and down with the waves. It's gentle, much like the evening except for the heat, and you can already feel the cool ocean breeze on your skin. It feels so much better, breathing feels easier without the hot humidity. It smells like salt and that unique, indescribable ocean scent.

It seems someone else had the same idea as well; As a figure standing up from beneath the water and raking back a mop of long dark hair startles you for a moment.

Until you see the familiar skeletal tattoo that runs along half of his body, and you realize instantly that it's Hunter.

You walk closer, sand between your toes as speak up to cue in the man that you're here, thought given his hearing he probably already knows.

"Couldn't stand the heat either?"

He turns around, watching as you stand just close enough that the water laps at your ankles. He laughs, brushing more stuck strands of hair from his face- water shining against his bare skin. You wonder if he walked out here shirtless, or if it's somewhere you didn't see on the way down.

"Yeah. Felt like I was going to suffocate. Don't know how the others can stand it." Gently crossing your arms across your chest, you sigh at the cooling feeling of the breeze and water against your skin. You can feel the sea mist against your face.

"Wrecker can sleep in an active warzone with no problem. Tech can sleep in this because he's probably pulled three allnighters before and finally crashed." Hunter lets out a quiet laugh.

You come a bit closer, the water lapping at your calves now. Hunter is standing up fully, and you can see that he's wearing black underwear, as the waistband is just visible when the water recedes a bit. The V of his hips and the small amount of hair shines with the waterline.

"Mind if I join you?" You say it genuinely, but there's a bit of an undertone with it that Hunter catches.

There was always something between you and him. But with the Empire, Omega, and everything else, neither of you had the chance to act on it. You sort've just, put it on the top shelf and ignored it for far more serious and important matters. The both of you had.

But with Pabu, maybe there's a chance that you could do something about it. Hunter had said that he liked you, but that he didn't want to complicate an already crowded ship, and risk muddying waters between the you while there was a bounty on all of your heads. It made sense, you agreed, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt a bit.

"Sure. I'd like the company."

You slip off your shorts and toss them up the beach so you're in your underwear and shirt, and walk deeper into the water; Up to your knees, your thighs. Each time you get closer and closer to Hunter. He abruptly stands more rigid when you pass by him, trying to go just a bit deeper for fun.

"Be careful there's tons of-"

Suddenly your leading foot doesn't touch ground and you go stumbling forward, but thankfully Hunter is close enough to catch you. He grasps you tight, managing to prevent you from going fully underneath the water. It's a moment that cues you once again into just how strong he really is, helping you stand upright and his hands staying on you.

"There's drop offs all over cause of the groundquakes. Be careful." The wet skin of his hands grasps your waist, shirt sticking to your skin above them. You smile a bit mischievous, not that scared after having been saved.

"Thanks." He lets out a laugh.

"You never did listen to me."

You always joked that it was because that you were technically not under his chain of command.

Hunter watches you for a moment, eyes just a bit hooded and face relaxed. You notices his eyes glance downward at your lips for a moment, lingering, before he leans in to close the distance and press his wet lips against your own. You can feel the curls of his hair dripping water down onto you, his breath warm on your skin.

Hunter makes no effort to end it, softly groaning into your mouth as his hands slide from awkwardly holding your waist, to resting more so on the small of your back. The tips of his fingers play with the top of your underwear. You can feel the rough calluses of his skin, his strong hands having a weight to them. His tongue brushes against your lips, his body presses closer to yours, even though there isn't much space to remove from between. It's amazing; Like drinking water after not having any for days. Now that you can finally have him you'll never be able to get enough.

Pulling away for a moment of air, you notice a warm look on Hunter's face.

"I was already glad Pabu turned out well for all of us, but," Even if he doesn't outright say it, you agree.

It's nice to be able to finally act on all of this. All of the want and the tension. You don't have to worry about so many things anymore. You just laugh and nod. Your fingers tightly grip each other behind the nape of his neck, keeping him trapped close to you.

"Yeah, it is. No more being crammed in the Marauder like a can of Tooka food."

Hunter can't help but smirk at your joke, silently agreeing. Instead of saying anything however, he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth gently as his hair brushes against you again.

If feels good to not have to wait anymore, to be able to wrap your arms around his neck tight. Even if it's just a kiss, it feels like a feast after so long of starving. You don't care if it's in the middle of the ocean, and you're both soaked to the bone with the sunrise about to start. Worst case scenario, you can just go back to your place.

You pull your lips away from his, the soaked fabric of your shirt sticking against his bare chest for just a moment. The outline of your chest is obviously visible from how the fabric suctions to your skin.

"Should we start heading back before the sun starts coming up?" Hunter shakes his head, a soft smirk on his lips. He looks over to the horizon for a moment, before roughly in the direction of where he and his brothers have been staying.

"Nah. We still have time."

[zesty-goblin-trash]

As mentioned in my previous post, here's a little clip of how well the Prismacolor Alcohol Markers took to the joints of this G3 Draculaura.

If you don't want to read the small novel that is that post(I don't blame you.), the short version is that this is a possible solution to joints of custom skintoned dolls being their original color.

Full body photo and a bit more info under the cut.

I've noticed in my own experience and seeing other creators' works that a frustrating inevitability is the paint wearing off of joints and other points that plastic rubs together. This is especially noticeable when changing the whole dolls skintone. I was experimenting with dyes (hence why this Draculaura is orange and not pink 😂) and realized that alcohol markers worked extremely well to stain the materials used in the bodies.

I wouldn't recommend using this as the main color change option, but it certainly seems like it will help disguise any scrapes and minimize the contrast of the wrist and elbow joints.

Because I'd tested out dying the body first, she was no longer just one pale pink color across all materials. But the marker has been applied over everything in the above photo. She was sanded before I'd dyed her, then again after the dye before the markers.

The torso and thighs are a hard plastic that took the markers extreamly well. You can see on the thighs where the marker dried and I'd then decided to do the whole leg so there is layer overlap. But I think if you were to do it all in one layer it might look smooth enough to be the only thing used to change the skin. Keep in mind how colors layer though, using a light pink marker on top of, for example, Frankie's skintone won't give you a light pink doll.

The lower arms and hands seem to be the same material and took the dye extreamly, as well as the ink from the alcohol marker. For these parts you want to let the marker dry fully before you touch them because this material reacts to the alcohol while it's wet. It gets a little bit sticky, but once it's dried it's fine.

The upper arms took the dye the most so I'm not sure just how much marker pigment got into them, but it's clear that some has. I can't recall if this part got tacky when applying the marker but I can say it isn't after it dries! Sam for the lower legs. They took the marker just fine, being a slightly different material than the thighs/torso.

The main thing I wanted to accomplish was darkening the small plastic bits for the wrists and elbows and they certainly do take the ink from the markers really well. I couldn't tell you what plastics they're made of but it just slurped up the color!

Thats all I've got about this test, I hope this is helpful to any other customizers out there too! I'm sure if this ends up working well I'll comment on it in future update posts. 👍

[pink-heart-jam]

https://www.tumblr.com/pink-heart-jam/756440410565623808/love-triangles?source=share

Love this so much, pink heart jam (sorry, can I call you that?) My fav are from Blue Flag, Canis : The Speaker and Wet Sand.

Okay, now I have to ask, who do you think Ian will end up with, Jo or T.J? Honestly, I'm still confused where the story will go but I'm team Jo.

For Blue Flag, I'm surprised with that ending (and so happy).

For Canis : The Speaker, do I need to say more? Amazing story and top characters, also love old man yaoi. Do you also like old man yaoi or power bottom?

Hi there! I’m so happy you enjoyed the recs, and I love the 3 titles you highlighted. The whole Canis series is absolutely brilliant, really unique stories (my personal favourite is Dear Hatter) and I love the art too. Blue Flag caught me completely off guard tbh, I wasn’t expecting anything that came out of that manga especially in a school setting. It really felt like a relatable and bittersweet coming of age love/friendship story. I have mixed feelings about that rushed ending (not as explicit as I’d have liked), but I’ll take it! In a perfect universe (inside my head) Kids on the Slope would end in a similar way 😂

Wet Sand is one of my all-time favourites, it has everything I love in a BL (gorgeous art, complex characters, hot smut), it’s an intriguing and sexy adult romance that got me so immersed it even made me overcome my intense dislike for love triangles. I’m 100% team T.J, love the little toxic thing they’ve got going on (so raw, so tender!) but I do think the story is moving towards an Ian/Jo endgame and I’m okay with it. I guess Jo could represent a safer, “healthier” relationship away from all that mafia shit so good for them, but I’ll always have a soft spot for T.J, and I think so will Ian :)

As for your last question: YESSSS I love power bottoms and older couples! Those are actually great ideas for future rec lists, would anyone be interested?

[the-dutchmanjr]

…I have some HEADCANONS!!!

This is about the Flying Dutchman’s crew in “pirates of the Caribbean”, just a couple of things I came up with…ok maybe more than just a couple, I kinda got carried away. 😂😂

What if maccus usually goes to sleep on his stomach since he can’t really lay down on his back with those tendril pinchers, and he can’t lay on his side with his hammerhead like….head. 😂

What if he lays in his hammock and just nuzzles into the fabric and lets himself sink into it like a bed of wet sand, what if he has these itches on the back of his head he just can’t really reach so he goes around to one of the wooden beams and just rubs his head back and forth on them (hammerhead XD) till he gets that itch.

What if jones has a tendency to play his organ when the Dutchman’s underwater and he draws in all sorts of creatures who just wanna hear the music. What if he draws in mermaids, and dolphins, and all sorts of fish who either dance (swim) around or start singing (chirping) with his song.

What if jones has all these different octopuses that he uses as scouts, growing attached to them he’ll use them like little pets and will play with them from time to time in the privacy of his quarters.

We’ve seen him fall asleep at his organ before. But when Beckett takes charge of the Dutchman, he’s gotta relocate his living quarters (probably down somewhere in the ship) everyone has this known silent rule where if he goes to that certain part of the ship, they all leave. That’s his new personal space.

What if when the kraken’s around, it’ll grab certain parts of the ship and just tags along for a ride before disappearing back down to the depth to sleep.

What if Davy jones watched the kraken grow from a young (but large) squid into the giant beast (baby) we know today.

What if bootstrap bill tries to help the others as much as he can with the more littler things, just trying to help ease some of the crews load.

What if when bosun (who apparently is actually named Jimmy Legs???) finds out that bootstrap is helping the others with their loads and he starts giving turner more heavy burdened tasks to do “since he obviously doesn’t have enough chores to do”

When the others find out, they all sort of pitch in together to try and take some of the load off of bill turners duties (to which he’s grateful for).

I can definitely see bootstrap bill turner being as kind as one can be in his situation to the newer recruiting members. Trying to help them out a bit before bosun takes notice again and basically starts punishing him for stepping outa line (fucking bosun man 😂)

What is Palifico (who I’ve taken the liberty of calling Ree) has the duty of cleaning the barnacles and the bottom of the ship, while he’s down there he finds all sorts of things that get stuck on the coral parts that have grown. He like collecting weird things. If they’re in shallow enough water and he has the time, he’ll scope out the bottom searching in the sand and seeing if he can find things like rocks or shells or random trinkets.

What if he likes giving those things to the other on the ship. I could definitely see him giving someone like Koleniko an urchin just to see his reaction and start cracking up when Koleniko just glares at him.

Speaking of Koleniko, what if he had a lover in a past life.

What if some days he gets really reminiscent about her and he starts to get really bitter about how his life turned out, About jones, about his decisions, about the duties he now has to do for the remainder of his time.

Because of this, he gets really moody and becomes kinda cold towards the others. It makes him a good crewman getting all sorts of things done and pushing through a lot of of the elements and hardships, but everyone usually tries to stay clear of him when he gets like this. Bitter about everything.

But on the better days, he’s pretty neutral to everyone. Even going as far to help some of the others out if he’s feeling generous. He’s usually a quiet person, only speaking when he has to. But when he starts feeling better he can talk to someone he’s more close to on the ship and just goes on and on about anything. It’s not often, but when he wants to- he can be a real chatterbox.

This was fun, I’ll have to see if I can come up with some other things for the rest of the crew later! 🤣

[aintgonnatakethis]

friday kiss tag!

I finally have a kiss to fill this with! 🥳 Thank you to @tragedycoded (x) and @wyked-ao3 (x) for tagging me! Not sure who has kisses to share so gonna leave this one OPEN.

The fic I'm working on right now is from the 'what would your characters do at the beach' prompt that's been going around, and is part of my on your hands and your knees, do you feel in charge? series. I thought it was the first story in the series from Rush's POV, but looking back through the list now it's actually the second. (Anyone else constantly forgetting what they've written? 😂)

Contrary to what he'd been told, David came bounding out of the jungle after only ten minutes, shirt shoved into his waistband and skin glistening with water. He was carrying his boots in one hand and Rush remembered the man hated putting boots or socks on if his feet were wet. Rush hadn't taken his own off in the first place, preferring the sensation of sweat to sand, the latter of which was adorning Telford's feet so completely Rush could barely make out any actual skin. It looked uncomfortable. "Come into the water," was all the greeting he got. "Absolutely not." David came down heavily on top of him, driving the air from his lungs and not allowing him to draw in a new breath by sealing their lips tightly together. Rush scratched at the man's back but his grip kept slipping. David tasted heavily of salt. When he was finally allowed to breathe he imagined himself to be quite red in the face himself, though he couldn't make himself be angry when David stayed so close, pressing their foreheads together as they both panted heavily. David hadn't closed his eyes - his gaze intent - and Rush felt as if this was an important moment, where something profound needed to be said. Unfortunately he'd never been particularly good at these sorts of moments, a fact that was readily demonstrated by his brain deciding to announce, "The salt water content is higher on this planet." David blinked at him and a moment later laughed loudly. "You say the most romantic fucking things, Nick."

[waterskies]

Benjamin the Sandman!!

He was all wet from the torrential rain caused by the hurricane remnants, so the sand stuck to him! He also shook it in my face! 😂

[track2hack]

30.06.2024

Weather’s been shite this week and the dog sled competition was on this long weekend, so we haven’t been able to get into the forest until today! The ponies definitely enjoyed having a bit of a blowout (as did we 😅), Molly’s been down the same track I don’t know how many times but still she hates going over the same tree root on the gallop track! 🤷‍♀️

She also made a bit of entertainment by trying to roll in not just one but TWO mucky puddles, almost couldn’t get her out of the first cos she was so determined to go down and get wet and kept trying to go back in! She doesn’t like rolling in sand like a normal horse, it’s gotta be long wet grass or brown water 🤦‍♀️😂

Ended up taking the long way home instead of the main track so did a nice steady 9.5km, met a very hairy Icelandic horse on the way around, AND she ate her dinner with the Maxia disguised in copious amounts of molasses! A win is a win 🤷‍♀️🤪

She gets next Saturday off as Gem’s going to a VDS pole clinic with mum and I get to play super-groom, then off to the West Melton CTR on Sunday! 🙌

She’s such a funny little horse, I don’t know a single other who would roll in puddles!! 🤦‍♀️😂

[halliescomut]

Love Sea Ep1 Watch Along

-Already need to know more about what Mut does....what is he making notes about.

-Conner/Love Sand mention already... interesting 🤔

-As someone raised in a rural area the 'I'm borrowing this' to a seemingly random person and them just nodding bc everyone knows you is relatable, even if it seems farfetched

-Cat sounds for Peat/Rak is sending me.

-Will we meet Connor I wonder?

-As someone from a family of beach/coastal ppl, totally understand the awe of the ocean, even if I'm dealing with mid Atlantic and not sub tropical. (Also, I really thought I was going to cross off one of my bingo squares with that one, but no😔)

-Okay I gotta be honest - the knocking on the glass door by Mut is just reminding me of when my dog scratches at our glass door to come back inside and it kinda just sounds like nails tapping the window. Cute

-If I call that number will Mut flirt with me?? 🥺

-Aya!!!! Khaimuk is me at work fr, but far more fashionable

-Test Love???? What is this???

-Ja already? Or is this the only ep we'll see him in?? I'm curious.

-I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I love grumpy almost rude love interests. It's why I liked Sky so much and it's why I'm certain I'll enjoy Rak.

- Not a drinker, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to just drink a martini like a shot 😂😂

-Aww a little montage of Mut being thoughtful and sweet.

-Is the breaking and entering cool? Not really, but it is nice that he's straightening up.

-Rak all curled up like a kitty 🥺🥺

-Cat sounds effects...but not catlike reflexes

-Rak trying to seduce him and Mut being totally oblivious is hilarious 😂😂

-Is this mfer eating a dry salad? Man is clearly a psychopath.

-The close ups of Peat's face and his eyes in HD is so 😍😍😍😍 I kinda need them to switch seats so I can see Fort's eyes in the good lighting.

-The guilt tripping and puppy eyes are working!!!

-You ever just think about how pretty Fort's lips are???

-I guess Mook is Aya's character's nickname. Hopefully I can keep that in my head. I struggle so much remembering names.

{Okay I saved this as a draft because I had to go do something and then come back and finish the episode and it didn't save the second half. So I'm going to retype what I can remember but it's iffy}

-Interesting idea that he must be having sex to write about it. (And honestly a little fun considering how many Ace smutfic writers I know....including myself)

- The matching scenes of both of them late at night before bed is sweet.

-While I do understand how frustrating it is to have someone interrupting your work, Mut is so cute.

-Boat adventure!!! 🛥️

-Grouchy Rak after being told to sit still so he doesn't go overboard 😂😂

-"Get lost"....and go fucking where? We're on a boat!

(lemme know if you catch the reference)

-Oh no....Mut has accidentally traumatized him. ( Was that on my bingo card?? No...dang it)

-Aww😭😭 Rak does need a strong warm hug poor baby. 🫂🫂🫂

-"This is good stuff too" in reference to Mut's body is.....amazing. Simply a amazing.

-"Which do you want to eat?"...well you see I actually don't like clams so....👀👀

- A wet dream!! Or I guess maybe it would have been if Mut hadn't woken up. 😂

-Seems like we're gonna be moving at a good clip based on the preview for next week. Though I'm not surprised...Mame's never been one of the first kiss in episode 7 types. (& we love that about her)

-End credits is Rak(?) alone on the beach....I wonder if that will change as we go through the show?🤔

Well this was fun. I'm excited for next week. I have some critiques, but that's to be expected and honestly it was a nice distraction for an hour from the dumpster fire that is existence.

[electronicwitchcollection]

Another thing that I imagine it's how clean grimmjow must be, since cats really spend a long time cleaning then self.

See, with this I’m torn 😂. Yes, cats do clean themselves. But I can’t see Grimmjow with his leg behind his head licking his ass clean 😂

on the other hand… cats hate water. There famously wasn’t any water in hueco mundo, so how did he bathe? I actually imagined they used sand baths mixed with some self licking (mainly face and arms) especially in his Adjucha form. Grimmjow wouldn’t allow anyone in his pack to clean him via tongue, he’s king, he’ll smell before that happens

I like to imagine the first time Grimmjow comes across water in soul society, he’s disgusted. Covered in dirt and blood he’s forced into a shower, which he immediately hates. He’ll get out, shake himself vigorously to get the moisture off him. He would hate his hair wet, heavy and sticking to his face, seemingly never drying no matter how many times he shook his head.

I think with a lot of persuasion (and a couple threats) he would actually start to enjoy baths and hot springs. It would be murder trying to get him out, he didn’t mind being wet in the tub but hated dealing with being wet once he left 😂

showers still isn’t something he likes.cold rain even more s. He don’t like the feel of water/rain falling on him , getting in his eyes, sticking his hair to his face. Don’t even get me started on the feel of wet clothes! He’s not a fan of clothes as it is! But wet cold and sticking to him? No chance

You want a sure fire way to get his demonic ass chasing you for a beating? Throw a water balloon at him

[roguelov]

ok. a crackish Thot i had: imagine having a nice night with dream, getting ready to go to other fun things (wink wink nudge nudge) and getting to your underwear and just stopping him and saying "if you wish to remove any more clothing you must answer my riddles three" like maybe he goes along with it, maybe you've got magic underwear so he can't sand it off if he gets impatient and doesn't want to play your game but just imagining the look on his face had me wheezing.

😂😂😂 you are speaking in riddles and rhymes while poor Dream just wants to get his dick wet

“You cannot be serious,” Dream muttered in disbelief. He hovered above you with a hand resting on your hip. His fingers were already playing with the waistband, ready to tear off your underwear.

“Maybe I am,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Dream leaned back, straddling your thighs. He cocked an eyebrow. “You wish to play games?”

“Just one.”

He hummed, “Fine, we will do it your way.”

“Wonderful.” You propped yourself on your elbows, staring up at the ethereal being before you. “First one, where did we do it first?”

Dream tilted his head while a small amused smile tugged on his lips. “Fiddler’s Green.”

“Good boy,” you smirked. You slowly got up, sitting in your knees. You and Dream were impossibly close. Your hands ran up his chest and into his lovely hair. “Second one, what was the first thing I cooked you?”

Dream huffed, a short laugh. “If I remember I correctly I did not taste it. I skipped directly to dessert.”

You lightly smacked his chest.

He smirked, “Well, am I wrong?”

You rolled your eyes, yet you had a goofy smile. “Fine, whatever.”

Dream’s smirk only grew.

“Okay, last one, what was my first gift to you?”

He hummed in thought. “You gifted me a small trinket, you saw it at the store and you said it reminded you of me. It was a black cat.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you to his chest. “Now, may I have my reward?”

You cupped his face, skimming your lips over his. “Sorry, but that’s not the right answer.”

Dream frowned.

You gently pushed him down, and straddled his hips. His eyebrows were still pinched in confusion. “My love, I know I am not wrong.”

“Really?” You teased. You placed your hands on either side of his head, staring down at him. “You’re sticking with your answer?”

“I am.”

You tsked, shaking your head. “Sorry, Dream, but you’re wrong.”

His hands grasped your hips. His thumbs absentmindedly brushed over your skin as his mind tried to think back. “Truly? Then what was it?”

A cheeky smile crossed your lips. “My heart.”

His confusion vanished. He rolled his eyes. “Funny.”

You chuckled, “I think it was.”

A smile tugged on his lips at your laugh. “Perhaps cute. Not funny.”

“And you’re also cute, very cute. Maybe you do deserve a reward.”

“I believe I do,” he murmured, and dragging your hips down making you grind on him. You shivered. “You asked a trick question.”

“Only for you,” you purred, leaning down to kiss him. “I have to keep you on your toes.”

[fandomfanservice]

Only Friends episode 9 should have been called THE RESET.

P’Jojo knows he took us off the intended timeline and messed with out hearts and minds.

Now everything is back to how it should have been if Boston have never gone to Sand & Nick’s apartment:

- Happy GL Couple ✅ (though this was a bump in an otherwise smooth road)

- Mew getting back being Mew ✅ (honestly not invested in him and Top)

- Nick choosing himself ✅ (though the preview makes me nervous)

- Top being a sleaze (my take) but ok if you over look that he was ok ✅

Nick and Sand figuring out in seconds😂😂 what Ray and Sand couldn’t in weeks ✅✅

The main event (Ray&Sand)

- Ray realising and making Sand a priority aka HIS 25th hour aka 2 hour drive. ✅

- Ray letting Mew go (thank god that wet fish attempt at a relationship is over and they can be good friends) ✅✅

- Ray asking for a threesome and not getting one (I can’t get enough of this one, its just jokes. We just need to clone Sand for him cause nothing else is acceptable for us) ✅✅✅

- Sand asking and getting his man. Loving his sassy, I like you but I won’t wait for your messy ass self if I can get someone more straightforward. You continue to set boundaries Sand, we are rooting for you. ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅ (yes we know Ray will of course ignore them but hey what’s a guy gonna do when he has THAT face and smile). You are only human and so are we 🥰

Side note: maybe I should give caravans another go 😉 have a great weekend fandom, we survived another one😌

[pink-heart-jam]

Love triangles

Truth be told, I’ve never been into love triangles - in fact I used to actively avoid them in the past, and still do when I’m reading fic because I hate feeling conflicted between two love interests. But somehow these stories found their way into my heart and left me utterly obsessed entranced and invested in the trope (the amount of scorching sex definitely helps 😂). So I thought I’d share these in case anyone else is looking for great stories with hot, intense, well-written triangular dynamics. Some will make you pick favorites (tell me about yours!), some are properly polyamory which is fun and refreshing to see in manga. All works are E-rated. Enjoy!

Blue Flag by Kaito

High school senior year, spring—one of life's important forks in the road. Taichi Ichinose finds himself in the same class as Futaba Kuze, who he feels strangely averse to, and his popular childhood friend, Touma Mita. One day, Futaba confides in him her love for Touma, and asks him for help.

Canis: The Speaker by Zakk

A spin-off of the main series that follows some of Ryou's gang acquaintances.

From Points of Three by White Eared

Jisuh is quiet, unassuming... observant. He’s suited to working behind the camera. But for reasons he’s not exactly quick to disclose, he’s run into some debt. Heejae, an actor who has worked with before, proposes he work with him exclusively on a private project of his...shooting himself and his partner having sex..

Love or Hate by Youngha, Bakdam

Haesoo is a cynical writer of a romance column, while Joowon, his former stepbrother, is a famous actor. The two go way back - thrust together when their parents remarried, their relationship is far from simple. When the mysterious photographer “K” takes an interest in Haesoo, events begin to spiral out of control.

Nights Before Night by Kazuki Natsume

It's been a long time since Haru, owner of the gay escort service "Rain," left his yakuza days behind. But when the Ichijo clan says he's the only civilian they can trust to hide the troublemaking Yukitaka in line, there seems to be no choice for him but to follow suit.

Momentum by Park ji-yeon

Stories with triangles: M’s Study | Phantom

“Momentum��� is a series of beautifully drawn vignettes that glimpse into the life-altering moments of several couples as they fall in and out of love. This BL features a series of characters learning how to love, understand, and forgive one another – and in some cases, the world – at different moments in their lives.

Ouroboros by Songhyel

Woo Hyung’s life has hit rock bottom. He’s traumatized after several days of being imprisoned and abused by his brother-in-law, an event that eventually left him both wifeless and jobless. His only way of coping is sex, and two very different men who can provide exactly that show up in his life.

Wet Sand by Doyak

Jo can't stop fantasizing about the tall, handsome stranger on the balcony, and he grabs any chance to get to know him better. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that Ian does the dirty work for one of the region's largest, most unsavory gangs... and is the lover of one of their most powerful people.