#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.

[mumblingsage]

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Various unpleasant viruses and stuff are going around, and I think I got the mild version - it's not COVID and in my case didn't even include a fever, just a ton of congestion and a nagging cough. It's been a week and I'm on the recovery upswing but still not there yet. The good news is I can forget, for hours at a time, that I'm ill, thanks to taking these products on the scheduled doses. And Robitussin wasn't lying when they said their raspberry is 'better tasting': it still tastes like cold medicine, but is strikingly palatable and minimally cloying (identical taste in both this and the longer-lasting nighttime formula). I can also attest it got me through my bought of COVID last year.

The Throat Coat sweet ginger fennel, meanwhile, is like candy. Naturally mentholated candy, which might feel a bit weird but in a very good way when it's simultaneous numbing your throat and cold-steaming open your sinuses (that's how it feels to me, anyway). Throat Coat does a tea that I'm enjoying, too, which doesn't taste like medicine at all but just a soothing, not-too-sweet but not-at-all-bitter herbal tea.

Anyway, this is a recommendation if you have the time and means to stock up before the crud gets you, and because it was a nice surprise to find cold medicine that's not only quickly effective but also tastes fine.

[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

[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.

[shalomniscient]

nsft utc

no thoughts head empty just chasca who for as long as you’ve dated her has only ever made love to you, sweet and gentle, hands intertwined with yours and lips by your ear whispering the sweetest things as she makes you cum over and over on her cock. she treats you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, worships you, always putting your pleasure before hers—not to say that she doesn’t get her fill either. more often than not she cums so hard her vision blanks for a few seconds as her dick pulses in your warm, wet, squeezing cunt. chasca is entirely satisfied with the state of your sex lives as it is; however, that voice in her head believes otherwise.

it croons at her as she rolls her hips into yours over and over, whispering terrible things into her ears. bite them, the voice encourages, cover their neck in your mark, let everyone know they’re yours. she shuts it out by burying her face in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent, but sometimes it just makes the voice more insistent. wouldn’t their voice sound so nice screaming, howling your name? wouldn’t they look so lovely on their hands and knees, arching and begging for your cock? wouldn’t they look so, so pretty crying for you?

the only thing holding her back is the fact that you haven’t agreed to any of it, and she would rather go for another war in the night kingdom before ever doing that. but, if you do insist… archons above does chasca fuck you into the mattress. your peacekeeper’s gentle, relaxed thrusts are gone, replaced by ruthlessly deep and harsh ruts of her hips against yours, grinding her dick as far she can go in you. her hand rests on your nape, pushing your upper body down into the pillows while her other hand grips your hip, holding it up. your back curves in a beautiful crescent that has chasca biting back the snarl of a swear as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy, dripping cunt until she finally finishes, filling you with thick ropes of pearly cum to the point it leaks out around the seal if your lips around her dick as her teeth sink into your shoulder just enough to draw pinpricks of blood.

and she does this over and over until you’re thoroughly marked and that stupid voice in her head is thoroughly sated. as she cleans you up, a little apologetic, she thinks that even though she disagrees with the voice on nearly all aspects of life, it was right about one thing—you look damn fucking good all marked up by her.

[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.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i am attempting to draw them kissing

[renshengs]

hello tian jiarui enjoyers. how are we feeling about these pictures from his birthday photoshoot

[sleepyflowershead]

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

[cjlouwho]

The children have given me the illness. For this we all shall pay.

[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):

[xxxsugarcyanidexxx]

Do you think I'm melodramatic