#A Shared Dream

[psalacanthea]

WiP Whenever

I pulled out an old Solavellan fic and am editing it for a friend to re-read.  Still not sure if I will repost it when I’m done, I’ll let it marinate for a while before I decide.  But since it’s all I’m working on this week (taking a break), I’ll post a lil snippet of it.  Thanks @kirkwallsdumbest for the tag.

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Each step was a stalk, silent and graceful as her.  Hips rolling, fluid, she could feel the rhythm from her toes to the swaying shift of her shoulders.  The woods were quiet, but that was only cause for more concern.  Solas was there somewhere.  He had to be.  The fool, hiding from her.  He knew that could only make him more of a target.

She was hunting him, but now there were other predators following his trail, and only one could claim the prey.

The first howl came ahead and from the left, and then the others joined in.  A curse, torn from her lips.  A stalk became a run, panicked flight through the underbrush.  There was no being quiet now, it was all life and death.

Leaping over a log like a halla, she burst into a copse of trees, grown thickly together in a wall around the clearing.   They pressed together, denying her passage until she began to scale one, bare feet scraping on the rough bark. Breath heavy, she tried to outpace the branches as they twisted together, trying to squirm into any gap wide enough to allow her.

“Fight back!” she screamed through the trees as the wolves burst through, snarling, eyes red.  She couldn't reach him.  Despair rose as her broken heart begged, pleaded for him to do something, anything to stop the death that was surging towards him.

But no, could see him, standing with his back to her, waiting with his arms clasped together.  Unmoving.  He would let the oncoming tide swallow him.  Why?  Why did he never fight back?

And worse- why would he not let her fight to save him?

The parting of the trees began to close, vines twisting, writhing like serpents.  She pushed through them, stretching a hand towards him desperately, fingers grasping and finding nothing.  Thorns digging into her skin now, pulling back as she scrabbled, bleeding.  Broken.

“Fight back...” she begged him weakly. “Please, vhenan.  I'm almost there, just...a little longer.  Just this once, please...”

Please take my hand.

The first of the black wolves struck as the darkness swallowed her, dragging her into the earth and filling her throat with decay.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[camilleflyingrotten]

Creatives 💫

[zillychu]

get MOLTED, idiot

[mienar]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike and Michael compare nightmares,,

[becca-e-barnes]

Some days, nothing will do it for me quite like a filthy little breeding kink piece and you better believe it's one of those days.

I really don't see Bucky as the kind of guy who likes to pull out anyway. There's not much that's as exciting as pressing as deep into you as he can manage right before he finishes, knowing that you can feel him twitching and throbbing, shooting an impressive load right against your cervix. That's where he feels his cum belongs.

There's something about it that feels to fulfilling for him. At that point, it's so much more intimate than it would have been had he pulled out. He almost always has his forehead pressed to yours, putting in the work while he spills inside you, whispering filthy nonsense in your ear, totally aware that his cum will help him slide right into you when you feel like a second round.

But when you both start to play around with a little breeding, he's close to losing it with every thrust.

"You're taking it so well. Fuck, you don't know how perfect you feel." He groans, giving you deep, punishing thrusts. It's very hard not to feel a little obsessed with sex this good; the kind you'll be daydreaming about for the next few weeks.

"Holy shit, I'm so wet." You whine, acutely aware that you've left a wet spot on the sheets beneath you and it's only growing.

"That's how I like you. Wet and messy and ready to be filled up." Bucky's forehead drops to the crook of your neck, desperately trying to draw this out a little bit longer.

"Love feeling your cum drip out of me." You're practically whimpering, clinging to his broad back and shoulders.

"Maybe I won't let it drip out of you tonight. Maybe I'll keep you stuffed full. Anything that spills out of you gets fucked back in with my tongue. Want you feeling sure that I've knocked you up in the morning."

It's not something he's ever said before but damn, he loves what it does to you.

You grip his back harder, arching yourself against him, trying to press him into you.

"Please, oh fuck, please. I want you to give me a baby." You practically sound like you're begging and he loves it.

"Oh God, take it. That's it. Fuck, you're going to look so pretty carrying my baby." He stops thrusting, pleasure making his legs tremble as he spills his seed into you, making sure he's given you everything he has. All of a sudden, it feels like the start of a very long night.

[independent-fics]

Now, you can take that as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. And that's up to you.

Eliot Spencer and Parker Doing the Things Others Won’t

Leverage (2008-2012)

04x01 The Long Way Down Job

05x09 The Rundown Job

[justshipsandstuff]

For all of you who said she’d grind him into powder medicine

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[im-here-homie]

a happy audience is the key to the academy's heart

shadow milk design by @catxolotlquoise

[ipiutiminelle-ec]

Annabeth as Odysseus. Both too smart, too cunning, with eyes that have seen to much and dreams too big for this world.

She dreams, sometimes, of the raging sea, of bloodied fields and weary soldiers. Of the warm sun and sand of an island that feels like home. When she wakes up, the memories tug at her mind, tantalisingly out of her reach. (When storms hit the shores of the camp, she hears the roar of waves against the beach echoing in the cabin and she hides under her covers, trembling and gasping in a fear she doesn’t understand).

The first time she meets Clarisse, a new camper with wild eyes and an angry scowl she nearly calls her Achilles. (The only one to notice her hesitation is Mr D. He looks pitying for a second before retreating behind his disdainful apathy).

Percy as Penelope. Both fiercely loyal, resilient and strong. To have them as friends, as lovers, is like having a home.

Percy who flinches at smelly Gabe’s voice, who sees other men superimposed with him, stronger, taller, familiar men. He feels dread and determination rise within him. He lifts his chin. Royalty never bows to anyone. (People forget Penelope came from Sparta after all. She has smiles full of teeth and a sword in her closet).

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hi!!! Could you please do aftercare headcannons for Percy??

๑percy jackson | aftercare headcanons

☆ radiostar is playin': dancin' in the dark by bruce springsteen... !

warnings: allusions to sex, language a/n: of course, here you go!

As soon as you finish, Percy puts all his self-control avoiding pressing his naked body against yours again and giving you neck kisses.

Because he's so passional, he loves having you close even after hours of kissing, touching, and handling you so well as those ocean waves he loves to surf.

So he rolls over and stares at the ceiling of his room, trying to calm down but still takes your hand to let you know he's there with you and won't leave you alone.

Gods, because he's such a sweetheart.

He looks to the side and admires your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the flush on your face makes him want to affectionately attack you, then he curses inwardly again.

He doesn't want to overwhelm you.

A true loverboy, fr

When he finally decides to sit on his bed, he watches you and approaches gently. "everything okay, angel?" And you look at him blushing, hiding in his sheets with a cheeky smile that he can barely see.

"Look, there she is," and he smiles at you in that way that would make you fall back into his arms.

He brushes your hair away from your face and combs it back gently, while praising you. "Good girl" "You did so well" and when he finally sees that you're better, he holds you in his arms for a few moments.

He stays like that while asking you what you want to do, giving you options: eat, shower, more kisses? (he could kiss you all the time).

He moves you to the bathroom and lets you shower, he'll probably be outside doing something for you to eat and change the sheets (because they're soaked, yk, yk)

You come out and leave him to clean up, then you go to the room and put on one of his oversized t-shirts.

You make the bed better (because your silly bf left it half made).

He watches you from the frame of his door until you see him and he approaches to hug you and give you a kiss on the forehead, even with his wet hair dripping onto yours that's barely starting to dry.

The rest of the time, you eat in bed and watch TV.

So fuckin cozy.

He's totally happy when you finally hug him tight while watching a movie because he can finally hug you, kiss you, and caress you fervently again.

He loves you, he can't be away from you.

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[bubblegumflavor]

[petrichara]

Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.