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valiantstarlights · 2 years ago
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[Wedding Planner AU] Part 2: On the Restaurant's Balcony Area.
Tagging: @unfortunatelyevent @usernamesareoverratedseriously and @mademoisellemacabre , all of whom have expressed wanting to read more of this AU. I hope you like it. 🖤
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"I was thinking the wedding should take place just as the sun starts to dip into the horizon, and the reception be held right after," Mrs. Nyx Endless says, then titters. "Of course, the reception would last until morning. We have to make sure that all our hundreds of guests are happy until they leave, and that would be whatever time they decide to leave. I'm thinking an open bar and two dozen new hors d'oeuvres every half an hour. We'd absolutely hate to bore anyone."
Hob nods and notes all of those down, saying nothing but already cursing internally. A sunset wedding alone is going to be hell to arrange. He'd have to consult actual meteorologists for it, and then pray to a hundred different gods to make sure it's not going to be rainy, cloudy, or whatever the hell England's weather is planning to do on that date. And two dozen new hors d'oeuvres every half an hour? Christ.
"A sunset wedding sounds marvellous, Nyx," Mrs. Muse agrees. "The golden hues of the sun would complement the golden theme of the wedding. And, of course, Calliope must look like Midas's daughter herself."
Hob nods dutifully again and notes that down, careful to keep his face blank, then bites the insides of his cheeks so he doesn't laugh in Mrs. Muse's face at that unfortunate reference.
Were Ms. Calliope to look like Midas's daughter herself, then Dream would be marrying a silent, golden statue. But then again, maybe he would prefer that. Lord knows he'd want someone as different from Hob as he could get, who everyone and their 3rd butler knows is just one dirty, stinking, unworthy, flea-bitten mongrel.
"I..." Calliope hesitates, then looks around for support. Hob pointedly does not notice how she toys with Dream's fingers, and how Dream squeezes her hand back. It looked like an automatic, intimate gesture. A silent conversation where meanings are translated almost instantaneously because of how well one understands the other. Hob looks steadfastly down at his notes and wills his own hands not to shake. "I would just like to have a simple garden wedding, actually."
Mrs. Muse tuts at her. "Nonsense, darling. A 'simple garden wedding' will not be the most talked-about event of the season. No, we'll have to have your wedding on a beach, somewhere lovely with white sand, and you'll be bedecked in topaz and sapphires like a goddess."
Mrs. Endless gasps in excitement. "Oh, Mnemosyne, that's such a brilliant idea! Sweet Calliope would look absolutely stunning in topaz and sapphire jewelry, while Dream could wear some matching blue and yellow roses pinned on his lapel."
Hob, again, says nothing to that and only notes everything down. In Calliope's previously empty column, he writes down '(simple) garden wedding.' In Mrs. Muse's column, he adds 'white sand beach wedding, sapphire and topaz jewelry (lots).' In Mrs. Endless's column, he adds 'blue and yellow roses pinned on groom's lapel.'
(Hob doesn't think he can write Dream's name yet. He thinks even that will hurt him.)
Dream has yet to say anything, and his column is as empty as the promises he once made to Hob. "And you, Mr. Endless?" Hob asks his notes. "Do you have any preferences?"
Dream takes a moment to even acknowledge that he has been asked a question. Hob thinks this is because Dream's father, that old curmudgeonly bastard, just died a year ago, and Dream is probably used to others saying, 'Mr. Endless' and the title referring only to his father. Well tough luck, because Hob isn't about to call him Young Master Dream or whatever their staff calls the Endless children.
"Anything Calliope wants," is what he finally says, voice still sounding the same, so hypnotizing and deep, if a bit hoarse, like he wasn't used to talking anymore. His eyes remain on the mostly full plate in front of him. He has barely eaten the previous courses, and his small square of chocolate cake with raspberry filling (decorated with gold leaf and a small gravity-defying chocolate sculpture of a bird in flight) had only been played with to create the illusion that he took a bite.
Hob hates that he still notices these things. Notices these things and worry. That it still makes him want to drag Dream to the nearest hole-in-the-wall restaurant he knows where they serve cheap but hearty meals that fill your stomach as the cozy atmosphere fills your soul.
"Dream," Mrs. Endless scolds. "Will it kill you to sound enthusiastic? This is your wedding, too, you know!"
Mrs. Muse hushes her friend and coos at Dream. "Oh, Nyx, please, it's fine." To her daughter, she says, "Did you hear that, Calliope? Dream says, 'Anything you want,' so you better want something truly spectacular! My, what a good man your son is, Nyx," she continues, seemingly not noticing how Mrs. Endless is continuing to scold Dream through her eyes. "So sweet and accommodating."
Mrs. Muse then turns to Hob like he is just another lady in her court during rich-people tea time. Like they were close and she isn't thinking about how his mere presence is polluting the very air she breathes. "Isn't he just the sweetest, Mr. Gadling?"
Hob thinks about his boyfriend Dream from years ago and how he is in the mornings, wearing nothing but Hob's ratty jumpers, his messy hair that looks like a bird's nest, his eyes soft and blinking sleep away, smiling at Hob like he's the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He thinks about Dream's gentle, addicting little kisses that Hob only token protests at because finals week is coming up and they need to study and not fuck like rabbits again. He thinks of Dream saying, 'yes,' saying, 'I love you, Hob,' saying, 'I'll love you forever.'
Hob nods politely, showing Mrs. Muse his most impersonal smile and speaking in his most professional voice. "I'm sure he is."
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tawnysoup · 6 days ago
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Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3
If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods
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gallusrostromegalus · 8 months ago
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In the latest installment of me Terrorizing Medical Professionals, I got my Wisdom Teeth extracted because one decided to be an asshole and the other 3 were pending assholery, and demonstrated to my dentist that it's entirely possible to out-metabolize Ketamine if you start moving ASAP and also have a freakishly powerful liver.
So yesterday I had my one-month Checkup. It went pretty great, and the dentist asked if any part of my mouth was bothering me.
"Yeah, there's a sharp bit of bone coming out through the side from the extraction in my lower right jaw. The bone spur itself doesn't hurt, but it keeps cutting my tongue, so can you just pull it?" "Oh. Sure! Let me go get everything to do that." she said, and went to go get the tools for the extraction.
...Then there was some kind of confusion at the front desk I could overhear, with someone showing up with an urgent problem and they had to juggle the available staff, so she came back a bit later with the Pliers, said something about something taking "long enough" and went in.
It came out in two pieces, and the most discomfort I had was like, a 3/10 from the extraction itself, but mostly from keeping my mouth open.
...About halfway through, the Hygienist came in, apologizing for being late getting back from the front desk.
"Oh good, you have her the Novocaine!" the hygienist sighs with relief.
"What?" Said my dentist.
"What?" said the hygienist.
Both of them turn to look at the very full syringe on the tool table behind me.
"Honestly this is bothering me way less than the shot would." I said, lightly dribbling blood, and they both turn to me in horror.
"I really hate needles." I explain.
"What." says the dentist.
"Woah." Says the hygienist. "You would have done great in like, The Civil War."
Which is probably the funniest thing anyone's every said about my dangerously high pain tolerance.
Anyway, it was a one-off issue, and a non-issue for me because I think a normal person would have stopped her, so I go back in August if she doesn't recommend me to someone else for terrifying her twice in as many visits.
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chadepitanga · 1 year ago
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there's something so raw and soul crushing about spending your late childhood+teen years suicidal then growing up and actually wanting to live, after an ungodly effort, only to see your health deteriorate because of chronic illness.
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thegreendiamondart · 8 months ago
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I have a bit more progress than this but im cooking up a lil something
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pile-of-skulls · 6 months ago
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I know puppy I know it hurts, you can take it though. No no no don't cry baby boy I've got you, just lay there and take it. That's it, I know, you're so good for me, you can be such a good mutt for me can't you? Let me hear you whimper, puppy.
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title · 7 months ago
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Do you ever feel like you're narrating your own life, watching it play in front of you like an episode of television?
Brigette Lundy-Paine as Maddy I Saw the TV Glow (2024), directed by Jane Schoenbrun
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guardianspirits13 · 4 months ago
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Rest in Peace to the Dead Boy Detectives 💙❤️
(Still images below the cut)
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also @netflix your kneecaps are MINE unless you bring back my boys >:(
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esper-atus · 7 months ago
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is that all they can do—die? (more isat x rosencrantz & guildenstern are dead)
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featherfangart · 1 month ago
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The Last Run
CW: Major Character Death
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creek-ink · 9 months ago
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did some ugly crying expression practice with toby angst
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trying to experiment w my style, its getting boringgg
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quarterlifekitty · 8 days ago
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So I've been thinking about what other areas of the body that the boys like to fuck (excluding the usual suspect ofc)
Like I could see Price being a fan of the mouth ofc. Or König with a weird obsession with tits. Maybe Gaz sliding in between barely closed thighs, the tip nudging at her little clit every few slow thrusts. Soap being an ass man...
I'm just.... I'm obsessed. Ive got a problem. But thank god I basically live in an echo chamber on this godforsaken site
Weaknesses: the road less travelled
cw: some dubcon, maybe pain play (it’s vague), some WHACKY shit in the price section (fantasy cervical penetration)
Nothing hits for Gaz quite like your soft, warm thighs. Especially first thing in the morning— hearing your sleepy little moans and gasps as his leaking cockhead spreads pre against your little pearl.
Soap is a bit similar. I think he likes feet literally everything, but what really gets him crazy? Is a pussyjob. He loves a quickie— so quick he can’t even bend you over or have you sat down. Just you and him, chest to chest as he jerks and ruts himself between your folds, clothes lifted just enough to allow contact.
Ghost likes fucking your mouth. He just likes to tease you, feed you his cock, slap your cheek and tongue with his hard dick as his pre smears onto your face. Likes it when you choke around him, but you take it— cause you love him. If you really wanna treat him, you’ll put on some eye makeup so it’ll get ruined with your tears while he’s in your throat.
Price. So. Uhm. Hear me out on this one. I’m about to get a little out there. This isn’t something he can do physically, but he does have a fantasy about fucking your womb. So sometimes you play a little bit of pretend (it was FAR into the relationship when he finally admitted this to you). He just loves the idea of you straining while his head pops in— deeper than anyone or anything has ever been— right in your unprotected breeding chamber. Like your fertility is something defended, and he’s proven himself worthy of inseminating you by getting so far inside. Sometimes he’ll press down on your abdomen to create a point that’s a little tighter inside you, and he’ll talk straight filth into your ear. “Y’feel how deep I am inside you, darl’? Right where I’m gonna pump my load— where I’m gonna knock you up with my baby. This cute, plump, defenseless little womb of yours. Perfect place for it, innit?”
König loves your tits. I’ve spoken of it at length. He loves to straddle you, careful about holding his weight on his knees, and have you lick up and down his cock to wet it before it slides between your breasts. He’ll spit for good measure.
Nikolai loves your ass. It’s just so versatile. Training you with plugs, playing with it using his fingers when he has you bent over and taking his cock. His favorite thing to do is insist you need it to settle down and sleep, training you you to be able to cum without him even touching your clit— your cunt empty, your ass throbbing from the intrusion.
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lorelxlz · 10 months ago
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tw // eye pulling and mild body horror
not quite human anymore
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the people who think that disabled people as a whole don't have sex or have sexual partners, or engage in kink etc etc are really funny to me because you genuinely think a group of people who have had to be creative to get the rights that we do have, a group that had to make things accessible for themselves, that has their own thoughts, feelings, and desires, wouldn't find a way to have sex??? I get that it's because abled people don't see us as people, but like.,, give some credit, disabled people are really really knowledgeable and creative when it comes to accessible sex and especially consent. Just because i'm physically disabled doesn't mean i never have thoughts about sex or have sex, it's very strange to assume that an entire group of individuals just doesn't experience that ever.
like i know it's because abled people infantilize us and don't see or treat us as people let alone consenting adults, but idk it feels kind of silly to assume that.
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gomzdrawfr · 1 month ago
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cw: angst, mcd, blood
PriceGhostWeek Day 4
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you lied.
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bamsara · 1 month ago
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Also Covid update: I should be good to continue sending out keychain packages and patron stickers this coming Monday (Dec 2nd) since I should no longer be contagious after this weekend!
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