#Deeply Honored

[hazel-of-sodor]

Hi Hazel! So, im currently working on a spare bachmann thomas body i had lying around, and I've decided it make it a sort of my own rendition of the Caomhnóir, after a visit to my own railway. (The railway is called the GSR, Galant State Rail, of Galant Island which is a fictional island of the coast of australia) Would you like to see it when its done?

Of course! Im honored you would model an engine after my stories! For reference or anyone intersted, Thomas canonically looks like this in the Guardian AU.

He's a modifed NER E1/LNER J72

I know thats not to everyones taste, so I rarely mention it in storys so people can imagine their version of Thomas in his place, be that CGI, Model series, headcanon, or RWS Accurate.

I wanna draw a realistic tvs Thomas at some point, but I need blueprints for the models (preferably season 5 condition.)

The main motif for Caomhnóir is Gold. The Lady shines through him, so his brass fittings, number one, ect aren't yellow, their gold. A subtle difference. When active, his lamps, fire, and eyes glow golden, and his brass fittings and number one shine.

[rawranansi]

A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart

[bostoncreamdonut]

The way he looked at Silco when they were young, his never-ending regret over what he did, and the happiness on his face in the alternate timeline—oh, it haunted him.

[nouverx]

Lucifer and Lilith's first meeting be like

[ingravinoveritas]

David, Michael, and the joy of being together...

| GO 1 press tour, 2019 vs. TV BAFTAs red carpet, 2024.

[frownyalfred]

Batman: I don’t kill. It’s wrong.

Batman three minutes later putting on spiked brass knuckles: anyway did I ever tell you about how Superman is a much better person than me?

[zenatness]

There were some complaints that there was too much horny Marazhai posting going on on the Rogue Trader subreddit. Baffling and bewildering considering what's actually being posted there. Consequently, I had no choice but to interpret that as a request for more horny Heinrix content and I'm a kind and generous artist.

And then I couldn't decide whether to go with rogue trader/Heinrix or push the Marazhai/Heinrix agenda and the patreon response to my dilemma was "why not both?" So. Both it is.

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[borgialucrezia]

"Juan finds the smoldering rope and pieces everything together. He chuckles at first, like it's only a game, but he can't sustain it, and slowly everything hits him: He murdered his sister's lover. His sister tried to murder him back. And his face is just like, 'My beloved Lucrezia tried to kill me.' Lucrezia is his baby sister, who loved him until yesterday. In losing her, he lost a lot of his capacity for kindness. And that, kids, is what we call a David Oakes Moment." —The Benevolent Clicktator, The Borgias 2.3: The Beautiful Deception review

[peachsayshi]

something so sexy about being on a date with kento & wearing a short dress that drips on your body beautifully in your favorite color, watching your usually composed date’s eyes flicker with hunger, notice that he care barely keep his hands off of you when he’s usually more conscious in public, and feeling his hot breath fanning your ear and neck as he tells you how pretty you look for the hundredth time tonight <3

[aeriondripflame]

thinking about the resentment ned must feel. his brothers were raised in winterfell. his sister was raised in winterfell. his gods are back home in the north and he is sent to the vale alone. his only comfort he finds in his best friend, the more confident and more powerful robert baratheon. sound familiar? when will someone be brave enough to make the ned stark-theon greyjoy comparison.

[keferon]

raise your hand if prowl has stolen your heart in his added list of war crimes he's done.

*raises hand* :3

*also raises hand*

I hope he falls down the stairs🤍🖤❤

[conjuring-ghouls]

Papa being a dork at the Lyon ritual last night (1/?)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas wrestles Curly to the ground 'n when the little shit doesn't stop fightin', he bites him.

"OW, you asshole!" Curly wriggles around fruitlessly beneath Dallas' bony knees and when he can't get out, he reaches up and grabs for a fistful of Dallas' hair. Dallas sees it comin' 'n dives backwards out of the way, jabbin' Curly in the ribs. Curly uses the opportunity to shove Dallas hard off of him. Dally stumbles back and jumps to his feet, ready for Curly to do somethin' cheap like go for his ankles.

And then Curly does somethin' he's never done. Ever. He stops fightin'.

Dallas hesitates, blinkin' down at Curly starin' holes in the carpet. "C'mon asshole, you're not fakin' me out. I only fall for that shit once."

Curly glares up and Dallas and his eyes are wet and Dallas thinks fuck, if I broke that kid's arm again Tim is going to kill me. For good this time. He's beginning to wonder idly whether he'll bury him under the shed or just leave his ass out in an alley when Curly shoots up.

"Why the fuck aren't you ever like this with Pony?" The shock hits Dallas so hard he drops his fists.

"What?" Curly stares at him hard, hands clenchin' 'n unclenchin' at his side, eyes still shinin' in the low livin' room light.

"You'd never kick the shit out of Pony like you do to me." Oh holy fuckin' hell.

"Yeah, I do." Dallas rolls his eyes, drops down into the Shepard's threadbare couch. It's busted as hell, whatever pattern it may have once had faded 'n ripped 'n stained over the years.

"No, you don't!" Curly's damn near yellin' now but only Dallas glances at the apartment door. Not that the other tenants aren't used to it by now. And it's definitely not like they'd complain.

"Yeah, the hell, I do. I nearly put the kid's head through the wall last week. And Darry damn near cracked my skull for it." Dallas rolls his eyes. He's exaggeratin' a bit but he was damned if he was gonna tell Curly that Darry had lectured him like a kid and made him do the fuckin' dishes.

"Oh, great." Curly tosses his hair out of his eyes in a way that reminds Dallas of the ponys down at Buck's. Or Soda. Same difference. "So you only beat the shit out of me because Tim won't kick your ass for it." Curly stomps his foot and whips around, makin' for the hall.

"Oh my God." Dallas slides off the couch 'n grabs Curly's wrist before he can go far. Curly twists as hard as he can but Dallas holds him tight and the only thing he gets for his troubles is rug burn. "Give me a second before you do the whole run to your room 'n slam the door thing. Tim might be takin' Darry's advice about privacy 'n space 'n all that bull but I'm sure not. 'N I will come after your ass."

Curly stops fightin' 'n opts for scowlin' at Dallas, leanin' so there's as much room between them as possible. "Fuckin' fine."

"Well, I'll tell you somethin' both you 'n Pony have in common." Curly blinks wide, dark eyes at him 'n Dallas rolls his eyes. "You're both fuckin' stupid."

Curly kicks at the carpet 'n Dallas drops his wrist. "Pony's not stupid." Dallas flicks his ear hard 'n Curly yelps 'n socks Dallas in the stomach.

"Yeah, the hell he is. 'N so are you." Curly throws his hands up, makes for the door again. Dallas shoots one foot out 'n Curly comes down hard on the wood floor.

"OW, man, I can't even go to my own room in my own fuckin' house in peace with you around."

"No, you can't 'cause I'm not done talkin', stupid." Dallas crouches down so they're both sprawled in the hall. "I don't beat the shit out of Pony because he's... I dunno. He's softer."

Curly narrows his eyes but doesn't interrupt so Dallas just plows on ahead.

"Curly, you wouldn't allow anyone to do half the shit that the Curtis boys do. Ain't nobody callin' you honey or baby or any of that shit." Curly wrinkles his nose up 'n Dallas raises his eyebrows like that much is obvious. "'N you don't fight like the Curtis'. Last time I broke Steve's arm before the Curtis parents, well whatever, Mr. C nearly put my ass out on the street for good. Last time you broke my ribs we went out for Dairy Queen."

Curly leans back on his hands, stops lookin' wary just long enough to laugh. "God, the one down near the end of The Ribbon? I'm still banned from there, y'know? 'Cause I slammed your head into the voice box thingy."

"Can you shut up for five seconds?" Curly kicks a foot out at him 'n Dallas half-heartedly bats it away. "Pony 'n you are just... different people. Don't mean I like him more or nothin'."

Curly studies him with big eyes 'n Dallas can't help but think they had that shit in common too. Sometimes Pony could make him feel like a pinned spider just bein' picked apart.

"Alright, fine." Curly clambers to his feet, offers his hand to haul Dallas up. Dally takes it, then promptly yanks the kid into a hug. It scares both of them a lil' how Curly melts straight into it.

But then Curly jabs Dallas in the stomach and makes a break for the door and Dallas cackles 'n dives after him.

"Hey, let's go to Dairy Queen." Curly snatches Tim's keys off the table and they both spit into wide, connivin' grins.

"Long as I get to put a dent in Tim's bumper." Curly tosses Dallas the ring and Dallas snatches them out of the air. He grabs a bandaid from the cabinet 'n presses it into Curly's hand as he makes for the door. "For the bite."

"You probably gave me fuckin' rabies or somethin'."

"Yeah, well, it's my way of sayin' love ya kid."

[gallusrostromegalus]

Mistake for Unohana or Bound for Zaraki?

WhyNotBoth?dotPng

(M for Mature under the cut)

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"...Do you ever regret taking a name?" Unohana asks out of the blue one night.

Zaraki cracks open his eye from where he'd nearly been asleep beside her. She was flat on her back beside him, still naked save for the hip harness from their earlier activities, staring up at the ceiling. Pondering.

" 'S been a pain in the ass more'n a few times but no. No, I'd do it again." He shrugged, rolling onto his side with a bit of a wince and propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at her. "...Why?"

Unohana noted the faint wince. "I told you to tell me if it was too much." She grumbled, prodding at his hip with her knee and refusing to make eye contact.

"It wasn't, I'm just sore from a good workout." he grinned, rolling over her and kissing along her collarbone. "Why d'ya ask though?" He hummed into her neck.

She sighed, slow and melancholy, before reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. It wasn't the first time she'd done this- vulnerability never came easy to those who lived and died by the blade -but sometimes, after she'd taken her pleasure and was still a little drunk with the rush of euphoria, and reassured by his own pleasure from submitting to her, there was a brief window where she could have her heart out to breathe.

"You talked about Kiko'o once. How taking a name was the thing that bound him to the execution grounds. I just wonder if you ever miss... not being human, I guess?" She mumbled, carding her fingers through his hair, letting him settle over her, faces hidden in each other's shoulders.

"There were a coupl'a steps between him taking the name and being trapped on that hill." Zaraki pointed out, eyes closed, ear to her pulse. " 's far as 'not being human'- I'm not entirely sure I am one."

"Oh right- raised by The Eagles." she nodded.

"No, not that- Like uncle Kiko'o, takin' a name didn't make me Not An Eagle- and we were both people before we had names. Not humans, but human ain't the end of people." He murmured, breathing her in. Salty and a little bitter, like every human, but a rich, meaty undertone- Iron, from blood and bone. Whether it was blood from the bodies in the hospital or the bone meal from the garden, he wasn't sure, and there was no real difference between the two. "...But there was a time when I wasn't a person. Something else. Simpler. Clearer."

"Yeah?" She asked, turning her face towards him a fraction of an inch.

Zaraki was quiet for a while.

"...I don't remember." He admitted. "It was... It was before I died- in the living world. I was something else. Not a person. Not an animal neither. Can't remember what though."

"...Do you miss it?" She asked, palms on his shoulders now.

"Hard to miss what I can't remember." he shrugged, kissing her collarbone. "Does bug me sometimes. Not knowin'."

"Hm." She nodded.

A few moments of silence, her fingertips tracing shapes across his shoulders.

"...You?" he finally ventured. "Which name do you regret?"

She huffed, an unvocalized laugh. "Neither, not exactly."

"No, that's not right." she decided a minute later. "If there's a name I regret it isn't Yachiru or Retsu. It's Unohana." She said, something of a smile in her voice, pleased to have realized this.

"Hm?" He asked, not moving from his position, not when he could feel all of her along his body, cool and slack, like water.

"There was a period where- I don't remember my time in the Living World either, just that I died badly. When I reincarnated, out in south 80? I didn't... I didn't become a person again. Not right away." She explained, stumbling a bit. Not quite nervous, but not coming easily either. "There was a while where I was just. Wandering around. Naked. Woke up when I was rested and went to sleep when I was tired. Ate when I was hungry, and wandered as I pleased. No thoughts, only the impulsive pursuit of happiness. I wasn't even an animal, more like- part of the landscape?"

"Did you catch it?" Zaraki asked, listening to her words with one ear and her pulse with the other. "The happiness you were chasing?"

"...I did. Many times." She smiled. "I can't call it Idyllic, I was half-starved most of the time and full of parasites. But there were so many moments of genuine, uncomplicated pleasure. I miss them."

"So why'd you take the name Unohana?" he asked, hand drifting down her side to the curve of her hip.

"I don't know that I took it, not the way you took Kenpachi." She hummed, folding her leg in response to his touch, encouraging him. "I think it was given to me, when I was alive. But I started using it again when I started hanging around with people again, especially The Old Man."

"Hm." Zaraki nodded, hand sliding over the curve of her ass, thumb under the hip harness. "You regret it?"

"Sometimes." She hummed, arching her back and dragging her toes up the back of his thigh. "...But lately, not so much."

"No?" he grinned, squeezing her a bit and kissing up under her ear.

"I like my name a lot better the way you say it." She purred, digging her fingers into his shoulders and making him growl with pleasure.

"Rrrrretsu..." He purred. "-Really glad you like that name. Be real weird for me to moan the other one." he laughed, rolling onto his back, pulling her up onto his chest with him.

"Hah!" She barked, sitting up and straddling his abdomen, gazing down at him with the omniscient benevolence of a God. "Not to make light of your own contribution to the event, but I do think I would have become Retsu eventually."

"I wondered." he hummed, hands on her hips. "Yer too smart for yer own good, you'd get bored bein' Kenpachi after a while."

"That's how we met." She smiled, hands on his chest. "I was only out routing bandits in North 80 because I was bored and out of satisfactory opponents here."

It was his turn to laugh, far too loud, but genuinely pleased. "And did you find it? Satisfaction?" He teased.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were fishing for compliments." She mock-scolded him.

"Look, if you can like how your name sounds in my voice, I can like how 'Good Boy' sounds in yours." he grinned, pushing himself up on his elbows to kiss her.

"Hm." She smiled, returning the kiss then pulling back to study his face, hands on his jaw to hold him in place. "I suppose it's the social bondage of having a name that annoys me. Having to bite my tongue to keep the peace begins to feel like a ball gag after a while."

"See if I didn't know better, I'd think you were pokin' me to wax poetic about how much I like bein' tied up." Kenpachi grinned.

"...Maybe I am." Restu smirked, letting go if his jaw and pushing him back down. "Maybe it'll make me feel better about having a name if you tell me how you get off on it?"

"MMMmmmm, you know I can't refuse that." he purred, allowing her to manhandle him- obediently folding his arms up behind his head as she stretched forward, fingers digging into the sides of his ribcage. "Love the way it commands me, Y'know? I got a name, so you've got the power to make me come whenever you call."

"Tstch!" She laughed, slapping his chest, which only made him purr and writhe under her. "Be serious."

"I am!" he protested. "I'm not kiddin' that it feels just as good to feel you in my brain as it does to feel you inside my body." He smirked, flexing his hip so the harness on her hips jingled.

"More'n that- Fuck, I hate having to bite my tongue at meetings too, and it does feel like somethin' in my mouth- but you know damn well I wont do that for anyone else. You've heard me mouth off at Ginrei or the old man, and if Shunsui wants me to keep a civil tongue around his mother-in-law he can keep that ugly bitch on a leash."

Retsu giggled, lying down on his chest. "So you feel it too- the heavyness of taboo on your tongue, the way conventions and manners pull on your body? Doesn't it choke?" She asked, hand sliding up his chest, over his collarbone and under the tight choker of his Eyepatch.

"Feel it all over an' 'specially around my throat, Love." He murmured, rolling his head back and sighing happily. "Annoying as hell, unless it's for your sake. From you, I'd like it tighter. For you, I'll stay bound up however you want for as long as you like."

"...You really know how to charm a girl, don't you?" Retsu sighed fondly, squeezing his throat under the choker and feeling him shiver with pleasure beneath her.

"Didn't spend two and a half decades as the most expensive whore in the afterlife's best brothel for nothin'." Kenpachi grinned. "But it's all yours, Love. However you'd like me."

"However I'd like you, hm?" Retsu grinned, canines appearing along with carnal desires. She pulled herself up a bit, kissing up his throat and nipping at his ear. "I think I'd like you just how you are, actually." "Bakudo 99: Kin." She whispered, and Kenpachi shuddered as her Reiatsu engulfed him, manifesting as bands of spiritual fabric, wrapping around him, binding him in place- Flat on his back, torso exposed, legs folded and spread, and arms bound behind his head.

"Yes. I want you just as you are-" She purred as the final binds wrapped around his head, blindfolding him. "-for as long as it takes for me to find satisfaction again."

"Yes, My Lady." Kenpachi grinned, ecstatic.

[lupin-luck]

and what if i said i was thinking of how jayvik is literally that ancient greek story where people had two arms, legs, hearts, etc. until the gods tore them in half and now we search for our other half forever. they are cosmically bound, both sides of the same coin. made from the dust of the same star, literally searching for each other in every universe because they’re soulmates in every sense of the word.

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽