#AAAND THAT's A WRAP!

[vbholidayfestival]

"Tchh... my luck better be better with this than that damn hoop game" Izzy remarked before yeeting the ball at the stacked moomoo milk bottles 🐮

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! is all Mira can think about when Izzy shows up to her booth, some crazy killer instinct gleaming in her eyes. She doesn't even say anything, she just slides over a set of Christmas-ornament-printed balls and ducks behind the counter.

It's a haphazard throw, with the ball barely glancing off the top and knocking over only a few bottles. Mira peeks out from beneath the counter, waiting to see what Izzy will do next.

[vbrosclips]

s5e8 - The Devil's Grip

[homoangel]

me when i want something

really really bad

[nhilovesflower]

robstar week 2023 day 7 - safe

time skip!!!

thank you to all those who liked and reblogged

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Perrine has been afraid of thunderstorms ever since they were little. Their parents never cared.

Luckily, their new family does.

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Day 31: "I'm alive, I'm just not well." - Asking For Help

[sugaaz]

MXTX-TOBER 2023 ☆ DAY THIRTY ONE - Wei Wuxian

[arcaneoddity]

*kissing him kissing him kissing him kissing hi-*

[gaycityrollers]

[hard-times-paramore]

Morgan, don't do it

Don't drink the sea water, Morgan

Morgan

[chesters-ocs]

the final part/epilogue of unknown husband :) with the idea thats been rattling around since part fucking 1 lmao

wc: 404

Dominic had not shown up to work for weeks now.

His sister had called the husband of his boss, explaining everything, despite her own wretched emotions about the situation. He was grateful for that. He'll make it up to her eventually.

Where the fuck was their brother? He promised that he won't disappear on them. Not without telling them first.

Marcus and Oliver seemed to take it the best, with one barely caring about the man and the other not being old enough to even recognize him as family.

But still, Dominic remained rotting in bed. He could barely move.

Since they were kids, he took a great shine to Adam, wanting to impress him at every chance. The poor guy was more of a father to him than their actual one. To all of them.

A knock on the door draws him from his thoughts, and he turns around to face it upon hearing the hinges creak.

"Hey. Someone's at the door for you," Elizabeth says softly and closes it when he grunts in acknowledgement.

It takes all his energy to roll out of bed minutes later.

He catches glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.

Dominic looks... Rough. Unkempt.

His hair looking like a crow's nest, the once fuzzy tail looking matted. Clothes on his back wrinkled.

He sighs deeply and just trudges on.

The past month has been... Bad.

Thoughts of making himself presentable go ignored and with great effort, he stumbles into the hallway.

Liz smiles at him from the kitchen and ushers him along, glad to at least see her big brother up and walking again.

"Come in, come in!"

His ears pick up on the voice of someone familiar. Someone dear to him.

All at once, he's engulfed by warmth.

Hands find themselves in his hair, gripping onto him like he's their lifeline. Emotion clear.

It takes just a second for him to recognize the voice and scent, as he forwent wearing his glasses or contacts, leaving them abandoned... somewhere... in his bedroom.

"Dominic!" the voice sobs, "I was so worried! Why didn't you answer the phone? Are you okay?! What am I talking about, of course you're not!"

The werewolf feels desperate hands on his face. Hands which wipe away tears he didn't even notice he was shedding.

Nor did he notice the eyes watching him from the shadows.

And for his own sake, he never should.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Semester is OVER I'm DONE YEE MOTHERFUCKING HAW TIME TO WRITE SMUT

[fresh-bag-of-ham]

[shamera]

NaNoWriMo 2023, wrapped!

[weaimtomaim]

The bond felt calmer now, leaving Bruticus to assume that whatever had been going on had finally passed. He still wasn't clear on the details. Something about reflections? Direct communication to and from his components always relied heavily on previous context and filling in the gaps on his own. "Conversations" were difficult when half of what was said got lost along the way.

Vortex had rambled at him for an extended period of time. He'd been content with the one-sided dialogue, so Bruticus hadn't needed to strain to keep up and respond. Just the awareness of his presence had been enough.

It was a different story with Swindle, who had asked questions of him and wanted responses. Mostly wondering how Bruticus was being affected by him and the others. He'd wanted to ask something else at one point, but stopped himself.

Surprisingly, Blast Off had felt very close in the bond, though never did reach out. Onslaught thanked him for offering to help, but said no more. Brawl had only briefly acknowledged him before promptly closing himself off from the rest of the team. Concerning... but nothing Bruticus could do about that.

It wasn't a perfect conclusion. There was still a tenseness between them all, even amid the relief. Maybe that was a problem for another day. For now, it was better than it had been, and Bruticus was content with that.

[goddesstrolls]

Okahni crouched in the bushes, over a small ring of stones encircling a bowl full of fresh blood.

He listened intently for signs that someone might approach; This was just a patch of woodland amidst the urban sprawl, and it being the middle of the night, there were plenty of trolls around.

Satisfied that he was alone, he gestured a hand over the stones, guiding the magic as he murmured the rites of the spell. Runes carved on the stones glowed faintly, indicating that at least something had happened, and then he plucked the stones from the ground.

He tucked them away in the many inner pockets of his cloak, and then retrieved a brush, dipping it in the blood and beginning to draw runes on his skin.

He covered every inch of his arms in runes, and then he mixed some of the blood with a black powder. This, he smudged on his face, over his eyes and across his brow until every bit of skin of his upper face had been covered.

Okahni then brought the bowl to his lips, and poured what little blood remained into his mouth but did not swallow it. He wiped the bowl clean, and then put it away in his cloak.

He pulled his gaiter over the lower half of his face, and wound black bandages around his arms and hands, hiding every bit of rune-marked skin. He pulled up his hood, checked that his swords were secure at his hips, and straightened.

Listening intently to his surroundings, he moved through the trees towards a nearby building. It was a dark night, and that was to his benefit.

He scaled the building with ease, the rough concrete providing decent enough footholds. With another glance around, he determined no one had seen him, and then he moved towards a protrusion on the building’s rooftop. A vent jutted out from it, and that he made his way towards.

The vent cover was simply screwed in place, but he had no need of removing them. Hot air blasted out of it, but that was the least of his concerns.

Okahni gestured by drawing a line with his fingertip from the top of his brow, down the bridge of his nose. Beneath the bandages, the runes of blood he had drawn glowed slightly. Starting from his arms, his form became incorporeal; He slipped through the vent cover, his arms becoming corporeal again within moments and he braced against the sides of the vent. The rest of his body became corporeal in suit, leaving him quite solid within the vent. He began to crawl, slowly, careful to distribute his weight so he did not warp the metal and make much noise.

Having already plotted out his course, it didn’t take him long to find his destination at the end of the vent system. He peered through the gaps in the cover, and to his surprise, found no one in the room beyond.

Making the same gesture as before, drawing an invisible line from his brow down the bridge of his nose, he again became incorporeal and passed through the cover. He landed silently on the floor, corporeal by the time he landed.

The room was small, and cramped, one wall taken up by an expanse of multiple screens displaying camera feeds, and a closed laptop sitting on a light desk. From what he’d heard, someone was meant to be in this room at all times, and the fact that there was no one indicated that someone was bound to be back soon.

But at least he didn’t have to kill anyone. He’d expected to have to.

Okahni slid over to the door and drew in a breath through his nose, and began to run his fingertips slowly over the gap between the door and the frame.

The metal of both parts melted and fused. A slight gust of cool wind blowing in through the gap both cooled the metal, and brought any smoke that might have escaped and been noticed by someone outside into the small room. Okahni brought his fingers all the way around the frame, leaving space only for the electronic lock.

Then he turned his attention to the screens behind him, taking in the camera feeds and the information he needed from them, before gesturing over his face once more to become incorporeal and climbing back into the vent.

He moved along slowly until he reached his second destination. This one was a ten foot drop to the vent cover below.

Using his limbs to brace himself against the sides of the vent, Okahni inched his way down, and then made himself incorporeal again at the bottom.

He peeked carefully through, and finding the room below empty, slipped entirely through the vent. He flipped mid-air and landed silently on his feet.

Distant voices carried from another room. He glanced towards them, listening for a moment, before looking up towards a camera mounted on the wall of the large, open room.

He knew from the feed that none of them currently could see him, and that the camera he was looking at was trained on his desired path and target. Fortunately, it was the only one.

Okahni made a swift gesture in the air, an invisible cutter rushing towards the camera. The cutter sliced the camera into neat pieces, and with another gesture, the pieces lowered themselves to the ground- Carried by a strong draft of wind, carefully manipulated so it did not whistle or rush against the wall.

With the camera taken care of, Okahni darted to his target: A Tanikar artifact stolen by the Empire hundreds of sweeps ago.

He retrieved the brush he had used to draw the runes on his skin, and pushed it carefully between his lips, dipping it in the blood still held in his mouth. Then he gestured to become incorporeal, and moved his hand through the glass of the display.

Okahni drew runes on the artifact- A necklace- Repeating this process a few times until he had drawn enough. Then he put the brush away, and phased his hand through the glass again. This time, when he put his hand on the artifact and focused, it became incorporeal as well. Having to activate the spell to first reach through the glass and contact the necklace, it had to be activated again on the necklace itself in order to become incorporeal until he was holding it.

He pulled the artifact through the glass, and tucked it into his cloak. Voices still carried from the other room, but they were growing more distant. His work now finished, Okahni returned to the spot beneath the vent. 

He jumped upwards- Forming a brief platform of air beneath his feet as he reached the fullest height of his leap, and then springing off that until he reached the vent. He activated the spell to become incorporeal and slipped through the vent cover.

Okahni left the same way he’d entered, climbing out through the vent on the roof and then jumping down from the building. He escaped into the woods of the park surrounding the museum, entirely unnoticed.

[andiaquarium-moved]

man i really cannot understand what is so attractive about naked bodies. never been into it. sometimes i forget im asexual