#HES RANDOMLY GENERATED

[goatyoat]

I saw someone used This Picrew to make some of their rpg characters, and I was inspired to do the same thing >:3

In order of appearance: Norma-Jeanne (Fo4), The Courier (FNV), Wilhelm (Outer Worlds).

[ratb4stard3]

⌚️🍏 Something isn’t Right, He holds himself all Wrong… 🔬🧪

⚠️ I am SO excited about this CowardlyGhostBros (™️) collab with @cowardlykrow 🎉🍾 SO MUCH SO that there are closeups under the cut. Look at these guys, man!! 🚨🗣️

[hoshinaideas4all]

Hoshina who comes home from work one day to find that his lover, along with her belongings, have gone missing. Not a single letter or note explaining why, but he knows you well enough to have a few guesses already. Three hours have passed and he's still sitting in their his couch thinking about you.

Then a stinging sensation courses through his heart and onto his eyes. You're crying— God, you must be crying. Tears start swelling in his eyes as the realization hits him. He's flooded with guilt as he remembers how you always needed someone to hold you when you cry. But who'll be there for you now that you're alone? It must be because of him, right? Why else would you leave if not for him—why else would you be crying right now? Maybe he'd done something wrong...or maybe you just couldn't take him any longer. Not when he's barely home nowadays due to the spike of Kaiju attacks. And certainly not when he could come home as a cold corpse at any moment. His insecurities are getting to him and he didn't blame you for leaving.

In his weakest moment, Hoshina bolts out the door and makes his way to a nearby train station. Maybe if he drowned himself in his work, he wouldn't have to feel the pain that threatened to creep into his professional facade.

My, oh my. Had Hoshina stayed in your shared home for longer, maybe he would've found the positive pregnancy test lying in the bathroom's trashbin.

[turtleblogatlast]

I am once again reiterating that Leo could and should be a figure skater because what are ice skates if not twin blades? What is dual blade swordsmanship if not a dance-like performance? Using the skates as blades themselves could let Leo make portals be his ice rink no? I rest my case. ⛸️

[skitskatdacat63]

2011 Italian Grand Prix - Vettonso

[starfall-isle]

Soo so funny that Sonic didn’t talk about Rouge or Shadow once but brought up Omega multiple times

[dykedvonte]

Do you have anything you've been thinking on but just haven't made a post about it yet? Also I'm really enjoying your fic!

I have a few things but it's likely mostly headcanons that I consider somewhat disconnected from my analysis.

Curly's parents had him old, only child, died shortly after he graduated and got the pony express position. It was the last big thing they saw him do which is a reason he stayed for so long.

Doesn't admit how much their death affected him

Jimmy has a largish family. One of the cases of too many kids to keep tract of, parent never really noticed any of them nor their behaviors

Anya lived in a lot of houses growing up, regular supportive family that just struggled to support themselves.

Became a nurse largely to avoid their financial struggles but mostly because she felt too many people weren't being cared for and advocated for in the world properly

Swansea likes high top sneakers most. Likes how snug they fit and how they shield his ankles at work

Curly has a bit of a caffeine problem since he can’t sleep. Can occasionally be found wandering the ship at “night” when he had some too late or just couldn’t sleep.

Daisuke knows a little about a lot of things. Starts conversations with “did you know” a lot but please don’t ask him deeper questions

Curly has known Jimmy longer but has worked with Anya and Swansea longer, met them during his middle years, met Jimmy shortly before college.

Swansea rents a house, Daisuke’s family lives in a big nice apartment, Curly has a condo, Anya live in a small one bedroom apartment and Jimmy has a studio.

Curly's home is very disconcerting. It's too normal to a like uncanny degree.

Anya is ambidextrous but prefers her left.

Anya and Curly are both not native English speakers so occasionally they forget words and bond over the mutual mocking they get from the rest of the crew. Daisuke knows some Japanese but is still learning, never picked it up as a kid

Only Swansea and Daisuke know how to drive, Earth in my mind is very post capitalist so only older people and like the extremely wealthy can afford cars.

It's also like walkable just due to how many businesses are in your face. Probably strict living vs shopping districts

I have more but the way that I headcanon about them is like too long.

[duusheen]

and do you think this can help? 🧍🏽‍♀️

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 7 <3

Noya x overstimulation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,1 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Just a bit more?"

His voice sounds excited and cheerful while he stuffs another finger inside- three of them now pumping continuously in and out of your pussy. You nod, your whole body tensing as you clench involuntarily around his digits.

The first two orgasms have left your body overly sensitive- yet so pleasurably exhausted. Noya is relentless as he keeps on licking and sucking on your pussy, making sure to lap up every drop off your folds that you spill. "You taste so good," he groans, his lips still attached to your clit, his fingers curling eagerly when he feels you clenching around him.

"Slow down-" you whine, your legs caging his head and trying to stop his movements, a futile attempt though. "I know you can give me one more. Just one more, baby." He doesn't even take breaks to breathe, his need for oxygen basically forgotten as he keeps on eating you out, your whines seemingly only spurring him on. Noya expertly moves his tongue along your slit, slowing down a bit occasionally when he feels you tensing up too much and speeding up when he hears you gasping for air. The sensation turns more pleasurable and intense as he keeps on feasting on you, the tip of his tongue flicking your nub just enough to send wave after wave of pleasure through your body, and you soon find yourself grinding against his face, your legs now trying to prevent him from moving back.

"You like that?" he rasps against you, the movements of his lips vibrating though your body as his fingers pump in and out of you, his middle finger grazing your sensitive spot every now and then. "Hmm, 'm too sensitive- but, yes, keep going, please-" your hands grasp his brown strands desperately, torn between wanting more and feeling so sensitive to every single of his touches. He complies when he hears you begging, his saliva and your arousal coating his chin while he licks you, his groans and moans vibrating deeply against your body. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, the sensation almost bordering pain after you came so many times already, but it feels so good.

He picks up his pace, his fingers pumping faster inside of you, filling you up so, so good, making your eyes roll back and your head fall back into the pillow. "That's it, baby, let go for me, give me everything-" he barely parts from your body, making sure to keep on giving you more and more of his tongue and his fingers, and you find yourself giving in again, your body arching into his face as you reach your high. The sensitivity makes you feel like your body is overflowing with pleasure, all your mind can focus on is how good he makes you feel. He groans when he feels you clenching around his fingers, eagerly doing his best to extend your orgasm and keeping his ministrations just right to have you screaming his name.

You writhe underneath his tongue, barely able to form coherent words, and when you stop shaking, only then does he slow down his movements, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pulsing cunt and giving your folds one long last lick before he pulls away. His smile never leaves his face as he presses a kiss against your lips, and you slowly realize what his intentions are.

"You said one more- I don't think I can cum again," you protest weakly, your walls still clenching in the aftershocks of the orgasm.

"Shh, let me take care of you, okay?" his lips find yours again, and you find yourself giving in, allowing him to lay your body back to the bed and to cover your body with his. He always knows how to make you feel good, how to draw orgasm after orgasm out of your sensitive body, a skill that he has perfected ever since you both started dating, easily adapting to all of your needs. Your hands roam along his back, feeling the muscles and soft skin under your fingers while you deeply inhale his fresh and ocean-like smell. A gasp leaves your lips when he lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing it in without further warning. You're so sensitive, you whine at the stretch, at the sudden feeling of having his cock inside. His lips quickly find yours and swallow your whimpers while you cling onto his shoulders and wiggle your hips underneath him.

His cock hits just the right spots, your body feeling so overly sensitive that you don't think you can come anymore, yet it still feels so good, feels so good to have him inside of you, to have him fuck you like you need it. He's rock hard, hard ever since he started to eat you out, you're sure that he's sensitive too at this point. "Feels so good, love you so much," he moans, his gaze hazy while he feverishly kisses you, and a shiver runs down your spine while he keeps on kissing you messily, your own taste now on your tongue when he pushes it inside your mouth. You return the kiss just as eagerly, your nails raking along his back, and you whine when you feel how the pleasure slowly builds up. "Gonna cum, baby, want you to cum for me too, just one more time," he groans the words between the messy kisses you share, your body feeling like you're on fire while he slowly fucks you to another orgasm, his cock just hitting all the right spots and making you see stars, and the second he feels you cum, he's following you suit. You barely notice the way he bites into your shoulder, your body almost feeling like you'll pass out from the pleasure.

"Oh, baby-" he whispers against your skin, kissing the bruise on your shoulder softly and making you feel lightheaded. Your walls clench around him, miking everything out of his cock until he collapses on top of you his breath now deep and erratic.

You bring your hand to the back of his head, slowly massaging his scalp and he hums contently as response at the sweet gesture. His cock is slowly softening inside of you, almost slipping out of you, but you're still feeling so full of him with all his cum inside. A few moments pass like this, while you still try to calm down your body after having felt so so much, until his voice suddenly breaks the silence.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you weakly hum, your hand still buried in his hair and massaging his scalp while he turns his head to kiss your neck.

"Another one?" Your jaw drops and you try to wiggle away from him when you feel his cock harden slowly inside of you.

"NO-"

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

this just in: jerma985 turned towards the dark side

[s4ndg3m]

my bg3 character, sepher, who is of course a red dragonborn barbarian berzerker. initially i wanted to romance that vampire twink but instead lae'zel has romanced ME. (very politely adds polyamory mod to game)

[between-two-fandoms]

HC Tommy Kinard is secretly fluent in French. Buck is secretly fluent in the sect of conversational Spanish he learned in Peru. They don't understand a WORD of what the other is saying, it's just insanely hot being flirted with in a foreign language. Plot twist when they get into fights they both shout in their designated language until they kiss each other because they love each other too damn much to stay mad.

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss >:] and a written out talking to myself because i think it’s funny that it looks like a star wars intro

[cheriboms]

doctober day 28: metallic

local old man doesnt "get" the youths, pt 1/??

[whynotimtired]

Something something S4 shows through Nancy how someone can be pressured into a relationship by well meaning people, how easy it is to project your significant other onto someone familiar when they're gone, something something Nancy only started giving Steve eyes during situations he reminded her of key moments in her relationship with Jonathan, how you could see all over her face that she was going to reject him, how the audiences emotions are lined up with Steve and not her and the fact that Steve wants a girlfriend so badly means the audience wants him to have a girlfriend too bc he deserves it ! He's grown so he can do better this time ! She CAN love him ! Look ! The people who just officially met them this week think they're true love ! But Nancy is in love with Jonathan. But Steve wants a white picket fence life at the end of a cul-de-sac with 6 children, which Nancy said herself is like her worst nightmare. But Steve was never the problem in their relationship. Nancy didn't love him. Nancy is not a prize. He doesn't deserve her for changing. And the people trying to matchmake them DO NOT KNOW BOTH PARTIES WELL. Robin JUST officially started talking to Nancy, all she really has to go off of is whatever Steve has told her and EDDIE met BOTH OF THEM officially like three days ago. All he knows is their reputations really, and that "act of true love" was entirely typical of Nancy's character and she would've done it for just about anyone she cares about, he doesn't know that though because he doesn't know her. And she ended the season in her bf's arms setting up their conflict in s5 while Steve ended the season alone but with his friends.

[serpentface]

FAMILY TITLES AMONG THE HILL TRIBES

(ft. various linguistic notes and tangents)

In-universe Brakul’s self-given title of ‘Red-Dog’ is Brakul 'ne-Dainh' in his native language (Bict-Urbinnas dialect of the Highland language group) and Brakul 'Chin-Reyla' in Wardi. Ne-Dainh/Chin-Reyla is not something he treats as or considers an actual surname or identity, just a self-styled nickname. He already has a title.

Family names/surnames are not a native practice among the Hill Tribes (though some clans or individual families have adopted this practice), and all traditionally use titles that designate immediate ancestry, clan and tribe. These full titles are officially given when one comes of age and are spoken aloud in ceremony (with the entire direct male and female lines listed by name, with most traditions expecting 12 generations of each being named).

The function is to cement one’s sense of place in the world, and their place in a direct ancestral line, which puts the person under the full watch and guidance of their ancestors. It's also a critical method of recording lineage- the long held practice of each person memorizing at least 24 total direct ancestors allows for very long, largely accurate records of family history to be kept, with some people able to trace their ancestry all the way back to initial settlement of the Highlands (or even beyond).

Brakul’s full title is:

“Brakul virsum Kuligan et Borunil an Briyonis ne-Taig an Bict-Urbinnas”

Which dead literally translates to “Brakul son of Kuligan and Borunil of the Foothills (of) Red-Cattle, of the North (Urbin/Erubin) River Valley” but has a much richer meaning in the original language.

"BRAKUL VIRSUM KULIGAN ET BORUNIL"

The actual meaning here is closer to ‘Brakul, son of Kuligan and his father’s fathers, and Borunil and her mother’s mothers’.

“Virsum” means ‘child (son/daughter) of’ (the gender is contextual), but implies the person’s status as a descendant of a full male and female line of ancestors. A different word is used if you’re just saying ‘I’m so and so’s son”. The title describes him as a son of his father Kuligan and of Kuligan’s male line, and of his mother Borunil and Borunil's female line.

All ancestors (within this particular system of kinship, divided into one direct male line from the father and one direct female line from the mother, and not including husbands from the female line or wives from the male line) are invoked and credited with the word ‘virsum’. Speaking it as part of the personal title is part of the routine and necessary honoring of one’s ancestors, who watch over their descendants from the afterlife and can temporarily return to the land to guide and protect (and sometimes punish, or teach sharp lessons to) the living.

"AN BRIYONIS NE-TAIG"

The actual meaning here would be understood as ‘clan/people of the foothills where cattle are lit red by the setting sun'.

‘Briyonis’ is the word for ‘foothill’, citing his clan’s specific location being the foothills that form the slopes of the north Urbin river valley. He is of a lesser clan within the powerful North Urbin River tribe. His clan benefits from close affiliation to their more powerful ruling clans located directly in the river valley, which grants them access to a greater variety of cultivated foods, but their actual position in the foothills still renders them predominantly reliant on cattle for subsistence. Clan names referencing cattle or horses are very common, given their frequent centrality to life.

The ‘ne-Taig’ literally means ‘red cattle’, but the ‘ne’ color word for red specifically invokes shades of red seen in and cast by a rising/setting sun. This red cast is culturally regarded as a unique beauty and evocative (and part of the name) of the solar god Hraighne. The foothills his clan is physically located on are a vantage point from which the western horizon is not fully obscured by mountains, and they experience very striking sunsets and are directly touched by the light. This is fairly unique to this location, and is invoked in the clan name and identity. ‘Ne-Taig’ here suggests a visual of grazing cattle illuminated red by the sun as it crosses the horizon.

‘Ne-Dainh’ carries the same implication, a dog illuminated red by setting sunlight. The Wardi language does not have a comparable word for a sunlit red and ‘Chin-Reyla’ really does just mean ‘(orangeish) red dog’ (‘reyla’ is specific to orangey-red colors, which is the closest match he could get. There’s no way to impart the meaning of ‘sunlit-red dog’ in Wardi that is non-clunky enough to be appropriate for a name).

"AN BICT-URBINNAS"

‘an Bict-Urbinnas’ is fairly simple, Bict means ‘north’, and 'Urbin' is the name of the specific river that stems from a northern and eastern tributary. This river has a very ancient name (or a derivative of one) that predates settlement by the Hill Tribes, and its exact meaning is lost.

The root -(n)nas designates a river valley, but has strong implications of being an esteemed and bountiful place, rather than solely a literal geographical descriptor (as the river valleys are centers of power and trade in the highlands). It may be a loanword from the Wardi language family, as its usage is VERY similar in form and function to the Wardi -(n)nos, which also suggests a place of esteem and bounty (more specifically having connotations of a kingdom).

’An’ literally means ‘of’, but in the specific sense of describing the place and identity of a collection of people. ‘an Bict Urbinnas’ would be understood in speech as ‘of the north Urbin River Valley (people)’. The clans historically settled in and around the valley of the North Urbin River form the totality of the Bict-Urbinnas tribe.

The ‘Urbin’ word predates the contemporary Wardi name ‘Erubin’ for the river, the latter of which invokes the semi-mythological founding figure Erub, who himself was of a Wardi tribe located downriver to the south of the Highlands. The real historically extant ‘Erub’ was most likely named Urub after the river, with his cited name shifting over the centuries in folklore, and the Wardi name for the river shifting with it.

‘Erubin’ as a corruption of ‘Urbin’ functions very well in Wardi language due to ‘-bi/bin’ denoting something as a ‘gift’, usually in a more metaphorical sense. ‘Erubin’ is understood as meaning ‘(The river that is) Erub’s gift’, and the Erubin/Urbin river is a key tributary to the much larger Black river, one of the key rivers that feeds the region's wetter and more fertile west. This 'gift' meaning also occurs in the name of the southeastern Imperial Wardi city-state Erubinnos, which is understood as meaning ’((The kingdom that is) Erub’s gift’. He is considered to have conquered and taken the land (from the core city's actual founders, the Wogan people) and established a kingdom there in the early days of warring Wardi tribal monarchies.