#Hello~! Here ya go :))

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[heatherholes]

i used to think having big tits meant i was special, that i had something men wanted. i don’t know when i realised that was a lie, but it was probably around the time he said ‘nice udders’ and made me moo for him

[andy-clutterbuck]

4x16 | A - requested by Anonymous

[soph-skies]

xy fighting lwj over who gets to keep/kidnap wwx is peak comedy

[gaytedlasso]

kiss me like a final meal

[mari-lair]

I lost interest in tbhk.

I'll try to finish my interactive au and the fic docs I already started, answer some of my asks too, when I have the time, but unless the new chap spark that excitement again I'll just... become a casual reader.

(I do still have pieces of my insane era on my docs though, so if interested I'll share the drafts and incomplete scenes of some fics)

EDIT: I WON'T CANCEL THE DTIYS EVENT, PRIZES AND ALL! No worries about that!

[pandasaurio-espacial]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO FIND THE KILLER??? IM THE DEFENSE LAWYER??? EDGEWORTH'S HOMEWORK WAS TO RETHINK HIS STANCE??? HOW IS THAT FAIR???

[revasserium]

I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:

possessive hand-holding

ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL

these hands, like gods

leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...

it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.

“so… they both die at the end?”

you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.

“shh… spoilers!”

leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.

“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”

you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.

“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.

“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”

“f-for what? making you more cultured?”

leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.

“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”

and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.

you press your palm to his and smile.

“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”

leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.

“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.

“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”

you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.

“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.

they pray… lest faith turns to despair…

“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?

“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.

leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.

“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”

you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.

“a kind of death?”

“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.

“leon!”

and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.

but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.

if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.

no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.

you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.

and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.

“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.

“kiss me,” you say. and he does.

and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.

you close your eyes — and pray.

[ssreeder]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

[rustbeltjessie]

Listen/purchase: Jessie Lynn McMains - Ode to Awesome by Various Artists

The kind of kiss that melts your kneecaps is awesome! Opening a new box of paints is awesome! James Williamson’s guitar riff in The Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” is awesome! Red lipstick, green tea with honey on a rainy day, the secret glow of nightjars—awesome!

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x01 | requested by Anonymous

[whatkindofnameisella]

2nd shogun post would someone tell me WHY they had the most romantic, mind boggling, yearning so thick you could cut it with a knife scenes in episode 6 (the camera lining up kiku and mariko so that kiku is removed from the scene, and mariko's translation becomes her own words?????? the desperate touching of her hand as she walks away??? THE YEARNING TRIPPLE TAKE AT HER THE NEXT MORNING????????????) and then in the next two episodes NOTHING. NOT A WHIFF. starting episode 9 right now shogun please shogun pretty pleaseeeee i need mariko and blackthorne to kiss again or else i'll go insane. thank u.

[cantankerouscatfish]

if you are the type of person who gets rung up at the register, boxes up all your stuff, then goes 'okay I have to get my wallet from the car :) ' while there's people in line behind you, know that the cashiers hate you so much. sooo much.

[dragonballnewstar]

👀 *Signs up for Primo Access* I need to know how this love story continues.

"FOR REAL?! Okay okay!!"

// @gazelessmenagerie Look what you started, banana thief.

The larger man had pinned the smaller one as he boldly slurped on the mutant's twitching manhood. Spencer let out a sharp gasp before hissing and wiggling under his partner. "K-Knock it off! I-I ain't...ahhhn..." He let out a louder moan before bucking his hips deeper into the Saiyan's throat. Broly slid his lips off before staring down at the mutant human, cutting the man's near-orgasm short much to his displeasure.

"H-Hey if you're gonna steal my lunch you can at least finish me off." He barked before the Saiyan lifted him with ease and pressed his own throbbing cock towards his chin. Spencer blinked, hesitantly his brown eyes went from the Saiyan's meat to the Saiyan's face.

"My turn." Broly's deep voice sending a shiver down the human's spine, nervously opening his mouth before having it forced open wider as the Saiyan's cock slid between his lips. Thick musk permeated his nose as the human had to better brace his body against Broly's thighs, his cock sliding down his throat. The mutant, for a moment, was relieved he lacked a gag reflex before cursing himself for thinking such a thing. He didn't suck dicks - women sucked his dick! He wasn't into guys! Yet, as he was seething in his own mind, his lips had melded around the Saiyan's pumping member and his own erection leaking in anticipation.

[zukkoke-knight]

Hope everyone has a good day 😊

[torchickentacos]

anyways. working on that shitpost i said i'd finish like two weeks ago