#6:24 am

[ladyy--lazarus]

Absorbing all the power of the ocean

[lovemehatemex0]

My mom also asked me if I was going to open the cash office when I got up

[maroisedot]

tehee~

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 147

psychically induced chronic illness squad

[mblue-art]

happy bday to the best bruh ever!! 💜

[deuynndoodles]

[id: an uncolored, digital two-panel comic of impa and link from skyward sword.

impa glances over her shoulder with a serious expression. "the truth of it is you were late. you were late, and you failed to protect her."

looking very tired, link responds, "you're not the one who had to fight a flaming demon death rock." he is on fire. end id]

redraw of x bc i rlly like it conceptually but i can draw better now

[miasmaghoul]

Like the Tides

Kinktober Day 6: Quickie/Creampie

Rating: E

Pairing: Rain/Dew

Word Count: 1.1k

Contains: a moon-influenced rough quickie ft mean Rain, a one-sided orgasm, a buttplug and a creampie

Prompts by @kroas-adtam!

Rain prides himself on his sense of self control. Disciplined in all things and patient to a fault, there is very little that can rattle him. Able to keep a straight face through damn near anything, always elegant and composed - regal would not be an inaccurate way to describe Rain. 

Well, at least most of the time. 

Read the rest below!

Dew grunts as Rain shoves him up against the wall of the green room, shirts half-buttoned and suspenders hanging at their sides. Rain pins him there with a forearm to Dew's throat, oceanic eyes wide and dark. Despite the pressure, Dew smirks.

“What's gotten into you?” It comes out tight, strained, and every inch of Rain buzzes. He licks at dry lips, a move Dew hones in on immediately. “Thought we were waiting ‘til -”

Rain silences him with two fingers, shoves them into Dew's mouth hard enough to force a little gag of surprise. He's burning head to toe, has been since the moment the full moon crested the horizon some twenty minutes ago. He shoves a knee between the other ghoul's legs, presses his thigh right up against Dew's crotch until those amber eyes roll.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Rain orders, but the itch of need makes it come out wobbly. His fingers remain in Dew's mouth, the little ghoul laving at them with that hot tongue, and with a groan Rain releases his throat. Uses that hand to grope himself instead, already stiff and leaking into too-tight briefs. “You know what I need.”

And of course Dew does - he was a water ghoul not too long ago himself, after all. Hells, he's probably more used to tracking the moon's cycle than Rain is. Dew grins around his invading fingers, gives him a wink, and Rain can't help his growl. 

It's nothing for him to bully Dew over to the tattered couch, simple as anything to grip him by the chin and make him trip over his own feet along the way. Rain pulls spit-slick digits from that hot mouth, gives Dew a neat slap on the cheek when his smirk doesn't vanish, and they both shiver with the way he moans.

“Bend over.” 

Rain huffs, breathless, shaky fingers fighting with his pants button. For once in his life, Dew doesn't argue. Hooks his thumbs into his waistband without needing to be told, tugging them down as he leans over the arm of the sofa, and every inch of pale skin he reveals makes Rain's chest hurt. He hisses the moment he gets his zipper down, fishing his aching cock from the confines of his underwear just as Dew gets his own briefs past the nonexistent curve of his ass, and as he arches forward - 

“Fuck.” 

Rain's cock flexes as the base of the plug he'd worked into the little ghoul that morning peeks out from between his cheeks. Shiny silver decorated with a glittering glass gem the same shade as Rain's eyes, it glints in the fluorescent light when Dew wiggles his hips. His lovely, soft length rests against the arm of the couch, the pretty pink head just visible past his tight sack, and with a grunt Rain's dick spits a blurt of pre that lands on Dew's thigh.

“It's your color,” he manages to mumble, brain cells rapidly melting out his ears, and Dew purrs deep in his chest. Rain presses a quivering thumb to the plug, pushes it in just a little further, and the whorish noise the other ghoul lets out makes his balls hurt. The last of his waning patience dissolves when Dew looks back over his shoulder, eyes locked on the purple head of his straining cock, and Rain can't take it anymore.

The plug, hot to the touch and so slick, slips from Dew's hole with little more than a firm tug. Rain at least has the presence of mind to hand it to the other ghoul instead of dropping it to the filthy carpet below, but his eyes never leave Dew's twitching entrance. Pink and wet with lube and slick, it's just begging to be filled up proper. Rain isn't about to deny it.

He's too lost in the moon's influence to care, but the noise Rain makes when he slips into Dew's hot little body is one of unadulterated, feral desire. Not that Dew’s being quiet either - they're lucky this room has a thick door, or security would already be breaking it down. Rain's nails dig into Dew's hips as he sinks deeper and deeper, a bruising grip that will leave at least half a dozen little bruises behind, but it doesn't matter. All that does is the way Dew's hole swallows him up, inch after inch until their hips meet and they're both panting. Rain's out of his mind, hunched and trembling, and the only warning Dew gets is a rasping snarl before -

“Fuck!” 

The little ghoul's eyes slam shut, mouth dropping open as Rain starts up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts that shake the sofa. It's urgent, desperate, animalistic in a way that has Dew drooling into the cushions in a handful of moments. The sound of skin on skin echoes off the walls around them, loud and lewd but somehow still like waves meeting the shore. Rain's lost in it, glassy-eyed and grunting like he's in pain every time his balls slap against Dew's. Tongue lolling out of his mouth as he orders Dew to take it, take it, take it - 

“R-Rain…oh fuck, Rain -”

Dew makes a wonderful gurgling sound, and Rain folds. Wraps both arms around the other ghoul's waist, melts into his back and sinks blunt teeth into the back of his neck. He lasts through another handful of those beautifully brutal thrusts, and as he blows his load all over Dew's quivering insides it's anyone's guess as to which of them is louder.

Slowly but surely, the moon's fog clears. Rain falls back into his own body bit by bit, all aching lungs and twitching muscles, and a hysterical sort of giggle escapes his tight throat.

“Better?” Dew sounds so slurred, voice thick, and Rain winces just a touch when he clamps down around his softening cock. Rain hums, peppering little kisses over the bite mark marring Dew's skin. 

“Better.” Oh he sounds rough. Rain is infinitely grateful that he doesn't have to sing, or he'd really be in trouble. He gives Dew a squeeze before pushing himself up. “You okay?” 

“Peachy,” Dew answers, holding up a shaky thumb. Rain snorts as he rubs the other ghoul's back with a sweaty palm, pausing only when Dew holds up his other hand. The one still holding that fat, shiny plug. “Now make me hold it,” he murmurs, looking back over his shoulder just as Rain slips from the burning clutch of his body. “I wanna be extra wet for you tonight.” 

This time, it's not just the moon that makes his mind fuzzy.

[actual-changeling]

And if you take that away, then there's no reason for me to continue.

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someone please scrape this scene out of my head it is stuck and refuses to leave. i'm dying. pain. send help.

[ask-the-sagents]

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BTW there's an updated font chart in the masterpost since the last one had duplicates 😅

[pluto-hweat-halcyon-skytober]

Day 6: Creatures of Light

skytober prompt from @coatl-cuddles !

[egberts]

i complain about this very regularly, and i know the night shift people out there get it, but before covid, walmart was the only 24 hour grocery store in most places. when they started closing early and opening at 6 the stores became ridiculously more crowded, especially early in the morning when night shift people are having to go in as soon as the doors open to be able to fit grocery shopping into their schedules. walmart said closing at night was to reduce crowds and allow for at-night stocking but they don't even do that. when we go in the morning they're stocking. the employees are taking up 50% of aisles to restock while the night shift workers are desperately just trying to get their shopping done and go home and go to bed. it's fucked up. it's inconvenient. it's a lie. and it needs to go back. this world would not run so smoothly without people who work nights, and so many people do work nights that i can't believe there isn't more night time society, just things open at night. yes that would create more night shift workers but it would also 1. mean more things are open at night for them and 2. more jobs available

[lovemehatemex0]

I'll always just be a nobody, won't I?

[movementsofmylife]

this particular scene (and all the others like it that he pulls off) is why i will have to watch every single thing that war wanarat is in for the rest of my life:

like goddamn that fucking heart broken face at being asked to forgive him, knowing how much he hurt you and that you love him and will forgive him despite it all in the end. and then ending on let me think about it because you can't quite get yourself to verbalize any of this, to let the hurt go just yet.

i did not expect messy engineering bl i started just to have more yinwar b.w jack and joker to hurt me this bad.

[littlemissclandestine]

I apologise in advance to all of my friends and family

and others who know me personally or not

for the person i'm going to become when I see Adler on-screen during the Black Ops 6 reveal tomorrow

[azoosepted]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIMBUS IS COLLABING WITH ARKNIGHTS WHAT A WILD ASS THING TO WAKE UP TO