#Arriving late to work

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This isn't what it looks like.

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 275

Pokemon crossover? Indeed. Because there’s so many ghost pokemon, and many that are specifically stated to be dead children that I bet? They would absolutely adore the Dannies. In fact? They adore the entire Team Phantom. 

Who are in fact on vacation, taking a summer to not have to deal with ghosts. Do they know what Fright Knight is doing back home? No, but they’re on vacation and don’t care. Look at these lil guys! Tucker, don’t steal the rotom- oh they’ve adopted you? Okay. Fair enough. 

Now their world? Pokemon doesn’t exist. And by that I mean not even as a game or series or anything. So it is new and fun and like exploring the zone all over again! 

They’re having fun, making friends with people and pokemon alike. Danny has discovered that pokepuffs don’t become violent if revived and many of his new friends love having snacks they can chase after. Dan absolutely delights in taking care of more than a couple of the evil organizations- and there might have been a cult form, no one asked. 

They had to drag Tucker away from several bits of technology, quite literally drag him. And they had to carefully drag several pokemon away from Valerie because they adore her and her suit. Sam- erm, where did Sam and Ellie- oh there they are. Oh Ellie found a clone friend and Sam. Sam that’s a legendary. 

…

That’s so cool! But like, they do have to go back home- oh, oh they’re coming with. That’s a lot of pokemon. Oh well, it’s fine. They brought souvenirs for their friends and family and plenty of plants- like Sam would let them not do so. 

So now they’re home and with… okay that’s way more friends than they thought, but it’s fine! Let’s go see- oh hey Frighty, erm, what do you mean heroes arrived?? We don’t have much of an issue anymore???

Fright, teacher of theirs, where are the heroes, did you toss them out- FRIGHT-

[pollyna]

au in which Mav wakes up from one of that type of sleeping where you don't remember having nightmares, everything's pretty foggy in your head, and you lost a sock between the sheets. For a moment all he can do is panic because he lost a sock and the side of the bed is cold and he can't remember the last time he saw Ice if not in an hospital bed and what if he's dead. Oh god, what if he lost his husband in the same way he lost his sock and in the same way he lost Goose. What if he was that careless and- Mav feels like crying because he lost his sock and his husband and he can't do it? nonono, he refuses to-

There is a warm hand on the back of his neck for a second before two strong arms hug.

"Did you lose your left sock again, babe?" A voice just as warm as the arms asks.

"Yes," he whispers, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. "And I think I lost my husband too."

The voice behind him chuckles a little "No sweetheart, you just lost your sock. And if you lay down, I'll show you you haven't lost your sock or your husband, I swear."

Mav can't do much more, but he nods to the kind stranger before laying on the bed, his nose half mushed on his husband's pillow. What happens in the next few minutes is a hand around his calf and his foot finally feeling less chilly and somebody lying down in front of him.

"Hi," the stranger that's now not a stranger but his husband, because his husband is there and Mav feels like crying all over again, kisses his forehead and his nose. "See? I found your sock and your husband. Everything is where it was supposed to." Mav doesn't feel like saying much if not finding his way against Ice's chest, trying not to leave a single inch of space between them, already feeling more asleep than awake.

"Thank you, you saved me," he murmurs, kissing his neck before closing his eyes once again. The last thing he feels is a second kissing on his forehead and Ice hugging him a little tighter against his chest. Mav can't help but sigh and let sleep reclaim him once more.

[blue-eli]

Skuld in quantum design :)

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Heyooo! I spent the last year creating an incredibly self indulgent Ronadora Pinup calendar!

❤💜Pre0rder here!! ❤💜

I'm putting them up for preorder from today (12/06/23) to 12/16/23! Orders are to United States only, for now. This is my first time selling, so plz be kind ;w;

(And shoutout to @biscuitgeekery for the awesome product photos!)

[lupato]

[ID: a digital drawing of Sudo Kirihiko and Fuuto-kun from W in a chibi style walking on a white background. Kirihiko is leading, holding Fuuto-kun's hand and smiling, and they are both looking at each other. three small hearts float around them and red text above says "[heart] Fuuto-kun!" the colours are pastel with blue lines. /END ID]

[thedreadvampy]

didn't post my Samhuinn pics from Thursday but we all became Creatures and went to the Samhuinn fire festival in the park. The fire dancing was fun, the festival was disorganised, and me and Sam and our beloved friends were horrible creatures who sat on a blanket in the dark in our horns and drank wine and had a lovely not particularly pagan or wild time.

here's me and Tim doing our best horrible goblin poses

[i-knit-you-not]

i joined an advent calendar knit along (ravelry pattern page) and it's really making life more bearable right now

[goldensunset]

*hands you keykid drawing i finally finished after a month*

[powpowpunchout]

Waiting for a friend...

[puppyeared]

Jitterbug

[oooohno]

I had the most god-awful day today but I’m home in my new pjs & ready to devour my sour gummy cherries & read my second spooky season tbr book & maybe I won’t walk into the ocean after all

[tio-trile]

Official trailer let's goooooo can't wait for you guys to see this show! May 24th on Netflix, we'll see you there!

[hardly-an-escape]

skin | surprise | "You want me and you know it." • 794 words • Smurch fill list

tags: human AU, coffeeshop AU, storage room blowjobs, right in front of the scones, the pining is mutual they're just idiots

“A crop top, Hob? Really?”

“It’s called fashion, sweetie. Look it up.”

Morpheus dumped a bag of beans into the industrial grinder and hit the button, wincing at the noise. He hated opening. He was emphatically not a morning person.

His coworker Hob, on the other hand, was both a morning person and a seemingly incurable optimist. He loved his job, loved their customers, loved trying new things. Including, apparently, very fashion-forward clothing choices for six o’clock in the morning on a cloudy Tuesday.

Morpheus did not like customers, or small talk, or new things, or much of anything about his job aside from dialing in the espresso machine and baking scones. Coffee and baking were predictable. Reliable. There were rules, and if you followed the rules, good things resulted. He appreciated that.

And he appreciated Hob. He appreciated his coworker quite a lot, in fact; perhaps more than was reasonable for a professional setting. He especially appreciated the extra skin on display as Hob stood on tiptoe, his colorful cropped T-shirt riding up as he stretched high to write the special of the day on the chalkboard.

“I am merely pointing out,” Morpheus said, shutting off the grinder, “that it may not be the most appropriate choice for work.”

“Uh huh. And I am merely pointing out,” said Hob over his shoulder, “that you want me and you know it.”

“I think you – what?” Morpheus’s mouth snapped shut as Hob’s actual words registered.

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He turned to face Morpheus and leaned against the counter. The space they were inhabiting, between the espresso machine and the cash register, suddenly felt very small.

Morpheus opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed it again.

“And… if I said…” he licked his lips nervously and Hob’s eyes darted down to catch the movement. “If I said you… weren’t wrong?”

Hob pushed himself off the counter and took a step toward him.

“Then I’d probably say…” His voice was low and teasing and sent a thrill down Morpheus’s back. “I’d say there’s a big, mostly empty storage room downstairs. And I’d say that the front door is still locked and we don’t actually open for another twenty five minutes.” He took another step, until they were standing practically toe to toe. “And then I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

Morpheus answered by leaning forward, grabbing a handful of the shirt that had apparently started all this, and pressing his mouth to Hob’s. The kiss was fierce and messy and weeks of longing and not-so-thoroughly tamped-down arousal bubbled under his skin like hot coffee.

Five minutes later they were in the downstairs storage room, and Morpheus’s cock was so deep down Hob’s throat that he thought he might die.

“Why – didn’t you say something – sooner?” he gasped, then immediately regretted the question when Hob pulled off him to answer. His eyes were a little glassy and a thin strand of drool connected his bottom lip to the tip of Morpheus’s prick, which a distant semi-functional part of Morpheus’s brain filed away as the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Why didn’t you?” asked Hob hoarsely. “I know you’ve been staring at my arse since Easter at least. I thought I was being pretty damn flirty.”

“I…” Morpheus didn’t know what to say. I’m shy and awkward and everything makes me uncomfortable while you seem to swim through life with the grace of an otter was probably too much. I didn’t think you were flirting with me because you kind of flirt with everybody, likewise. How am I supposed to have a conversation or open the shop in eighteen minutes when all I can think about is the sight of your lips around my cock and all I want to do is come in your mouth and drag you down with me and smell of you for days was a serious contender. “I don’t know.”

His hips twitched forward of their own accord and Hob smiled with those glossy, spit-wet lips.

“Well,” he said, and leaned back in, dragging a deliberate tongue slowly along the hard, needy length of Morpheus’s prick, a wide swipe from root to tip that drew a surprised and whimpering fuck from his mouth. “Why don’t you think about that for a minute while I’m down here?”

Then he sucked him all the way back down and Morpheus couldn’t think about anything for quite a long while.

There was an angry comment on the shop’s Facebook page later that day, all about how they’d been half an hour late to open that morning, with no note left on the door or anything. But neither Morpheus nor Hob could bring themselves to care.

[sysig]

maybe you should doodle however many or few starcon/helix/damned characters as you like (in human or alien form) in cute halloween costumes! imagine... ZEX dressed up as Ariel thelittlemermaid...

Day 26 - "I hadn't realized humans also had aquatic subcultures!" "Oh, well, uhm..."

[bayofwolves]

i love the tellun i've made up in my head, the reclusive, gentle soul who could never be found by any human, who has no higher standing than his fellows because the great beasts are all equal, who changed his mind about the first devourer war and would have fought alongside the four had he not arrived too late, who was wracked with immeasurable guilt for letting them fall and wandered the wilds of stetriol for 500 years afterwards, who appeared to conor, abeke, meilin and rollan in a sad state of ruin, fur dull, head hanging low, all manner of plants hopelessly tangled in his antlers, with no light left in his eyes. why couldn't the four heroes have encountered a great beast who had fallen from greatness? why couldn't any of these god-like beasts have felt lasting, debilitating shame for their complacency in the deaths of their siblings, for their failure to protect the world they had sworn to? why couldn't tellun have been plagued with guilt so intense he hid himself away until he saw his prophecy fulfilled? why couldn't he have lingered at their gravesite until he laid eyes on them once again, reborn?