#Dry Throats

[wickedzeevyln]

Synthetic Souls and Silicon Hearts

The doomsday clock is set 29 seconds to midnight,wax-dipped lips quivered for a fading kissmasked hearts buried in layers,deep and thickin muck and in grief. Out of toner,Out of ink,smiles no longer print lemon-yellow days. Soulless words ringing hollow tones,emanating out of dry throats,bouncing off flimsy convictions,thirsting for meaning. We surf a sea of faces,riddled with galaxy of…

[dinsverdika]

Tonight's poolverine thought is just Logan rubbing his beard all over Wade's face to scent him because he's been holding himself back from claiming him for so long and something triggered his possessiveness.

Bonus point if there's some deep chest rumbling happening as he does so. I also wonder if Logan would do biscuits like cats do in these moments with only the very tips of claws coming in and out as to not hurt Wade.

[watchyourbuck]

yes buddie marriage yes buddie endgame but you know which fucking fanon hd I will never move on from? buddie fucking in 2x01 right after their pissing match and being unable to keep their hands off each other bc they want each other so badly and it’s messy and nasty and disgusting and so fast GOD

[letitbehurt]

I’m not usually a fan of sick Whump, but when Whumpee is running such a high fever that they’re shaking, taking uneven, shallow breaths, their skin chafing and burning against their clothes.

The moment Caretaker lays a palm on their forehead to check their fever and Whumpee sighs with relief because it’s so blessedly cold.

The moment Whumper cups Whumpee’s cheek with one hand and turns their head slightly, and Whumpee hates themself for leaning into it, but they just want the burning to stop.

[whamss]

honestly it’s such a generic trope but i do genuinely love the concept of rose and kanaya flirting a lot with each other prior to dating, but never picking up on each others advances. both as an expansion of their pre-meteor/act 5 dynamic (lots of banter, slight mental warfare, two girls trying to see how long it takes the other to pick up what they’re putting down, flighty broads and their snarky horseshit, yadda yadda) and in the context of their miscommunication on their first date.

rose leaning on kanaya’s shoulder as she reads over a book about quadrants, and rose tells her that’s sooo interesting, she wonders if humans can engage in this stuff, and kanaya shuts her down with a vague Im Sure You Will Find Out Someday. kanaya making rose dozens of outfits, all lovingly designed, adjusting rose’s outfit when she puts it on and telling her that she wishes she could dress her like this all of the time, she’s never had a model quite like her, and rose is just like Well of course, if you ever have anything you’d like me to wear you’re welcome to invite me over. both of them die over these encounters later

something about rose and kanaya being confident enough to flirt w each other but too stupid to fully pick up on the Implications. always trying to tip the scale in their favor to force the others hand, never quite having the strength to outright admit that they like each other (until rose is shitfaced and stumbling). i think it’s a fun means to escalate their early banter as they become more acclimated to each other and develop Feelings.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy encouraging you through some difficult work. he curls up against you on the couch, where you've taken refuge to at least be comfortable as you scribble and cross out and scratch away, paper covered in lines of black ink. he can see the frustration etched in your features, the tiny cuts on your fingers from accidentally sliding against the parchment's edges one too many times. for the most part he simply leans his head against your leg, listening keenly to your pen roaming the paper as his wings flutter with every exhale.

but when he hears that characteristic sigh, that deep breath you let out whenever you're particularly frustrated, and Foul Legacy tilts his head to look up at you. he nudges your shoulder with a gentle coo before brushing your hand with his cheek in an encouragement to give him scritches. it's not just for him- Legacy is fully aware of how the motion soothes you, how his soft purrs loosen the tightness in your jaw, the same jaw he happily snuggles against, being careful not to jab you with his horns. it's time for a break, he can see it in your eyes. gingerly Legacy draws you closer to his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. he croons tenderly, running his claws up and down your spine and gradually feeling your tense muscles relax.

the closest thing to a smile creeps across Foul Legacy's fanged maw, something you always loved and told him was beautiful. he holds you close, gently, soothing your mental and physical pains, for even the strongest warriors of the sword or pen must rest.

[sleepyflowershead]

I WILL ADMIT….THAT CANTO….ALMOST SHED ME TEARY EYES. IT SO BEAUTIFUL..

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i am attempting to draw them kissing

[satuwn]

i Love making ocs with themes of being something different on the Inside than whats displayed on the Outside, like either being parasites or bugs or aliens or eldrich beings, with small hints alluding to their true self underneath... hmm i wonder what thats all about. Oh Well i Guess we will Never Know

[dailyjevil]

Aroallo Jevil for the soul please! ^v^

Day 296 of posting Jevil every day

[victoriadallonfan]

Marquis “fighting” 1 Titan (he’s trying to not be noticed):

Victoria fighting 3 Titans back-to-back (she has to be told to stop fighting):

[temeyes]

I feel like if he were a younger millennial and got into the idiocy of the early/mid 2000s your Soap would have been one of those kids slamming back like 15 Pixie Stix in a row and it not ending well (source: I was that kid. At least i wasn’t the band kid who snorted them)

after consuming 15 stixs straight, Soap had a breakthrough,,,

[boba-beom]

good lord and the heavens above,,,,, that is where I am not going after the thoughts that are being thunk once looking at these photos and videos 😵‍💫

YEONJUN X FRED JEWELRY

[binah-beloved]

Binah encourages you, silently, during difficult work. she knows how diligent you are. she's seen you working hour after hour, late, late, late, for nights on end. the other agents tend to retire after dinner. not you, always at your desk organizing documents or filling out papers. there's never nothing to be done in such a facility. it's a bit lonely being in such an empty room, the only light shining over your spot as your pen scratches away at the parchment. perhaps it is necessary, loneliness. why else would you still be working, instead of spending time with your coworkers. you try not to think about it. the building is already cold enough. no room left for those types of thoughts clogging up your head.

the Sephirah of Extraction watches you quietly, the gold of her earring glinting as she barely tilts her head. her footsteps are nearly silent, yet you can still hear them. anyone worth their salt in Extraction knows the sound of Binah's footsteps. don't they? perhaps not, after all. you've seen your coworkers jump in alarm when you stayed perfectly at ease. she stands next to you, calmly examining what you've done with a critical eye before nodding. you won't get a verbal word of praise. she's not quite soft enough for that yet, her heart tangled up in sharp thorns that you're slowly picking apart. but her hand briefly comes up to rest on your head before pulling away, and it's like she's just given you the fondest compliment.

[puppyeared]

man

[foldingfittedsheets]

I enjoy my mother in law but I keep being left alone with her and we have nothing in common and she keeps commenting on her allergies and the amount of mucus she’s producing and I have to insistently be like, “You have to stop, I will vomit.”