#I know I've talked about this before and

[aintmyjewelry]

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[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

genuinely is my brain erasing itself or is google/tumblr censoring that post about notre dame and old growth forests.

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[astriiformes]

Who wants to hear the "In the second timeline Marty created, Lorraine McFly goes on to be a celebrated Kirk/Spock fic writer" thesis again

[piratespencil]

This is so funny to me. Reducing them down to their simplest attributes. Turning them into symbols.

[lazylittledragon]

i'm in one of those phases where i really wish i believed in manifesting and spellcasting and things like that bc you know when you want something so bad you're literally praying for the universe to let it happen

[licorishh]

double ?? upload ???? yeaaaahh i've gotten FASTERRrr for whatever that's worth so complementary blyla because guess what i miss them too (nobody was surprised by that)

[exutrio]

liam talking about fearneorym (+ chetney) at dorym's future wedding is something that can be so personal actually

[author-kweenyluv]

... Reverence ...

[Reader having their first time with Kurt] [this is an 18+ ficlet! minors, pls don't interact]

Your breathing had gone slow and heavy, skin pricked with heat all over, knees pressed into the mattress, and hips swaying slow and languid over the man below you. The blue fur of Kurt’s body tickled as it brushed against the inner sides of your knees and thighs as you held yourself right above his flushed-purple length, your entrance just shy of his tip.

You were nervous was the thing, of sinking down onto it, and the feel of Kurt’s hands was kinda the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. One hand held yours, fingers intertwined and grasp gentle, while the other braced on the back of your left thigh as he leaned back against the headboard. His elbow dug into the mattress to support your weight and his tail sat coiled around your hips, waiting for your say so to help you sink down and ready to help you lift back off at a moment’s notice.

You weren’t… you weren’t scared per se, you just, had a lot of nerves wrapped up in the act of intimacy. Kurt understood, he always understood, and it was one of the reasons you trusted him so explicitly with your body.

“Spatzl, are you alright?” Your head bobs up and down as you take a shaking breath to steel your nerves. His voice is as soft as it is understanding, and the sincerity eases that bundle of nerves coiled in your chest.

Very, very slowly, you begin to lower yourself down onto his waiting length, already stretched out and well prepped. Kurt was a thorough lover, you’d give him that, and he’d made sure the foreplay he’d given you before was extensive. You could probably take him in one go if you were more relaxed, or if you bit back some pain, but that could be a test for another day.

With Kurt’s gentle guidance, you let out a stuttering breath at the feel of him dragging along your inner walls. As you sink down, something lights up in your brain at the sensation, raising goosebumps on your skin as your whole body tenses like a live wire, spine stiff and ears buzzing.

Fuck. Fuck, that felt good and there wasn’t really anything similar to compare the sensation with. It was something between the prickling feeling of a sleeping limb, the drop in your stomach from Kurt’s teleports, and lightning; all of it spreading out from your entrance, around the seam where your hips met your legs, up your pelvis and into your body.

It was soft. Warm, and soft, and sweet, and so different from what you were expecting you wanted to cry.

Kurt noticed the way you trembled as you took him to the hilt, the wetness gathering on your lashes as your breath caught around tears. He tightens his grip on you and leans forward to press his forehead to yours.

He murmurs quietly as he says your name like a prayer, like a hymn of devotion. “You’re shaking mein Schatz. Do… do you need to stop?” Your eyes crack open, you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them, and your breath hitches as you shake your head. “Words, Spatzl, I need to you tell me or I won’t know if I can continue.”

It takes you a moment to muster up the strength, but you manage to get your trembling lips to cooperate as you grip his hand tighter in yours, the other holding onto his shoulder.

“…m’okay Kurt, s’just…. a lot.”

“Good a lot, or Bad a lot?” He prods gently, his voice soft. He clearly doesn’t want to push you, but he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable either. As good as he might feel, your comfort was the first and foremost thing on his mind. You don’t meet his eyes as you continue to shake.

“Good a lot. I-It’s just, overwhelming me a little.” You mumble out, before leaning your head down to bury your face in his shoulder. “…feels good, m’not used to it.” A sad smile works its way onto Kurt’s lips at your muffled confession.

“Oh Spatzl, mein süßes, tapferes kleines Herz,“ he murmurs to you, voice quiet and sweet, “Meine perfekte Liebe, I promise, I’ll always make you feel good when you’re with me.”

His hand lets go of yours then, his fingers going to cup your cheek and lift your gaze to his. “I will never hurt you Meine Spatz, not in this, or any other manner.”

At his words, you close your eyes and lean into his palm for a moment to soak up the affection and assurance he so readily gave, before leaning up to place your lips on his. The kiss started out as warm and sweet as the rest of the interaction, but slowly as you relaxed on Kurt’s lap it grew more heated.

With a small shudder that sent tingles all the way up to the tips of your ears, you slowly wrapped your arms around Kurt’s shoulders as you ever so gently began to rock your hips, and his own free hand lowered to rest on your bare side to steady you.

The action sent lightning prickling in your veins as your trembling breath was swallowed by the kiss. You could feel Kurt twitch within you, and the feeling sent another hitch in your breath as he pressed against your walls. You could tell he was holding back, that keeping himself still was taking more of his effort than he was admitting, but you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his restraint.

Kurt had promised to take every step of this at your pace, and his dedication to that promise only made the nerves bundled in your chest unravel further as heat pricked under your skin.

For the first time in a very long while, you wanted. You wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted Kurt and everything he was willing to give you. You wanted to give him everything you had of yourself to offer in return. You wanted to know what it felt like to give yourself over in love and be given love in return. You wanted the intimacy of giving everything you had to someone who would take it with reverence rather than rapacity.

With trembling thighs and Kurt’s tail tightening and tensing around your hips, you broke the kiss and slowly started to lift yourself up off his length. The drag of him against your inner walls was fucking exquisite, eyes rolling back and closing as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck with a soft moan, blood rushing in your ears and knees squeezing around his hips in a silent bid to hold him closer.

You start to lift yourself up and sink down onto Kurt with his help, slowly beginning to ride him as shivers wracked your frame. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, gods, was this what sex was supposed to feel like? Like lightening in the most addictive sense? Like fireworks sparking in your brain? Like falling apart and burning and re-experiencing every inch of your body for the first time? Fuck.

Your breathing was going ragged.

“K-Kurt? Kurt,” —God, you sounded breathless even to yourself, and frankly it was making you dizzy— “please please please-“ Kurt’s grip on you tightened as you rocked into him and bounced up and down. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Shhh, Spatz, it’s alright, you’re” —he shudders beneath you as you take him to the hilt once more and squeeze, his grip tightening just a bit as he bites his lip with a muffled groan and his accent thickens— “Lieber Gott im Himmel, du fühlst dich so gut an— y-you’re doing so gut. Just, just enjoy yourself Schatz.” His breath tickles your shoulder for a moment before he starts to press chaste kisses to the bare skin before him. “You’re so beautiful Liebe, so wunderschön.”

His hips stutter as he bucks up just a bit to meet you, pulling another moan from your lips. Your nails scratch lightly at Kurt’s back, parting the fur as you press yourself further against him. You were panting now, breath coming in short, heated gasps as you clung onto him and felt his length going in and out of you. His name was falling from your lips like a prayer, over and over as thoughts of anything other than him seems to leave your mind.

There was just Kurt. His hands on your waist and under your thigh. His tail wrapped around your hips. His thighs under you, his chest against yours, his lips on your shoulders and the underside of your jaw and the tips of their ears as your face stayed buried in the crook of his neck. His fur brushing against your quivering thighs with every languid bounce to press him deeper inside. His fuzzy hips squeezed by your knees, tickling the skin there as well. Him.

You lose track of how long you stay like that, the quiet sounds of your body meeting with Kurt’s on top of his bed making the springs creak.

At some point, the hands on you tighten and quiet mutterings of increasingly frantic German are whispered into your skin as Kurt’s hips pick-up the pace and begin to stutter. Your own body was hot, skin overheated with desire as warmth washed over you and something started tightening like a coil in your belly.

“Kurt, I-I’m, I’m gonna.... Fuck.” The heat under your skin grew hotter as the tension in your belly tightened further and further. The trembling in your frame lessened as your muscles tensed and lightning prickled in your blood like a shot of pure ecstasy, chest brushing against Kurt’s with how close you were pressed together. Your breathing increased in pace and your vision started to unfocus.

Kurt’s hold on you was tight enough that your skin was paling under his grip, his tail and hands working in tandem to bounce you up and down on his lap as he started to chase his own release, just a bit. The spaded tip of his tail trails down from where it was resting at your navel, traveling lower and lower until—

The tip of his tail curls down to the aching spot between your thighs, rubbing on you just as he thrusts up into that spongy spot inside once again and the edges of your vision spot black as white-hot starbursts flare behind your eyelids and you choke. Knees squeezing around his hips, nails scratching grooves into his back and a stuttering, broken moan falling from your lips, you fall apart in Kurt’s arms as he buries his face in you neck and his length in your heat as he tumbles over the edge of ecstasy with you.

The world goes a bit hazy after that, your focus going in and out as the humming of ecstasy in your veins begins to dull and you ground yourself in the feel of Kurt’s fur against your skin. His tail had unwound itself from your hips to rest loosely around your lap, his grip softened and steady against you as he held you close while you both came down from your highs.

Kurt, in all his ungodly— ha —stamina, recovered quickly, his breathing settling into an even pace after a few minutes as he continued to hold your trembling form in his arms, lifting his head to rest it atop yours. You held him tight, weight leaned entirely onto him as your breathing stuttered back into something even. Your eyes were glazed, your grip weak, and soft hums rumbling quietly from your chest, a blissed out look on your face. You were flopped limply over Kurt’s lap, occasionally twitching with mild aftershocks of your coupling before his own chest rumbled.

“Hmmm, you did so well Sptazl, so gut for me.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair right atop the messiest part. “Are you alright?” You nod, burying your face in his chest and mumbling some incoherent affirmation. The reverberations of Kurt’s quiet chuckle rumble through your frame. “I need words Spatz, you know this.” You take a trembling breath before mumbling quietly into the fur of his collarbone.

“...mhmm, good. W‘s... w’s r’lly good.... ‘ah feel f’zzy... ‘n c’mfy....” (Was... was really good.... I feel fuzzy... and comfy....) You take that moment to snuggle further into Kurt’s chest, the smallest of winces slipping out as the movement causes Kurt to drag along your now oversensitive insides. He catches the movement, and he catches the even smaller whimper that you let out from the back of your throat.

“Spatzl.” His tone is soft, but gently chiding, his hands moving to tilt your head up so you would look him in the eyes. “Don’t hide it.” You deflate slightly at the words and lean into his hands— this close he could see your blown-out pupils slowly dilating, your eyes averting your gaze. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“.....I, ‘m sore.” You murmur softly, head drooping lightly as you lean further into his embrace. “...movin’ hurts....” Kurt’s face softens as he brushes a thumb against your cheek.

“Oh Schatz, why didn’t you say something?” The softest of kisses are brushed against your lips then, light as a breeze and just as sweet. “Come now, I’ll go run us a bath, hm? Help ease some of that tension.” Without further ado, he shifts off of the bed, holding you in his grasp and standing in one fluid motion. You whimper quietly at the movement and grip him tighter, thighs wrapping tight around his waist.

He murmurs sweet nothings as you adjust, giving you a moment to settle before ‘BAMFing’ you both to the bathroom. “Shh, shh... It’s alright, let’s get cleaned up now, yes?”

Slowly, he lifts you off of his length with a small hiss, a soft whimpering moan falling from your lips as he finally pulls out. He sets you down on the bathroom counter, gently pulling out of your hold as he grabs some wet wipes and a small towel to clean the worst of the mess now starting to drip from between your thighs.

You watch blearily as he cleans you up and starts the bath, humming lightly as he adjusts the temperature and adds a few products to make it bubble. You cling on he lifts you from the counter and gingerly steps into the bath with you, laying back and letting you lie against his chest. The sigh in your chest hisses out as the heat of the water sinks into your aching muscles, nuzzling into his embrace as you both relax in the water.

You mumble quietly under your breath as the feel of wet fur on your skin slowly registers in your mind, mouth muttering little nothings of endearment without thinking. Blinking slow, you tilt your head back to look Kurt in the eyes as you finally come back to some form of coherency.

“...Kurt?” You mumble out, listening as he hums out a soft acknowledgment. “Kiss me...?” You ask, soft and sweet and pleading.

Kurt indulges you almost before the words are fully out of your mouth, tail wrapping lightly around your leg under the surface of the water. When the kiss breaks, you find him looking at you with the same kind of adoration he usually reserves only for his prayers.

“You are so amazing mein Schätzelein, absolute perfection. If you will let me, I will hold you close like this for as long as you allow.”

[egophiliac]

What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

[ski0k]

I am oddly passionate about explaining that although dick grayson is the robin, the very first to do it and the one to cement the character’s significance, tim drake is the one who elevated it. all the character defining aspects of robin in modern comics today started off with tim's run in the 90s, and as much as I like dick as robin, I like him way more as nightwing. the same goes for jason, who I think is much better off as red hood. but tim? tim was so good as robin.

what set him apart from dick and jason, was the fact that he viewed the role of robin as a job. prior to the identity crisis comic, tim had parents. he didn't get the robin gig because he’s one of bruce's kids who took part in the family business. instead, what basically happened was he applied for the job and got hired. which is why in his standalone robin run, tim was able to become dc's equivalent of peter parker and elevate the role of robin through stories that touched more on his personal life, because he was the first robin to actually have a life outside of vigilantism.

this is why it's such a shame that dc slipped tim into irrelevancy by killing his parents off, turning him into another orphaned kid bruce adopted to become robin, and giving damian the robin mantle (plus tim's teen titans team). which don't get me wrong, I like seeing damian as robin. but passing the mantle essentially solidified tim's irrelevancy. nowadays, he only appears whenever writers need him to and it's so obvious that dc has no clue on what to do with him.

[jadewritesficshere]

Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

[untalentedace]

Very rough comic thingie on something that never gets talked about! (in the way I view it at least.)

I hear a lot of people talk about the SA in the show, some of which used for gags. But I've only seen it talked about with the girl characters. Yagi gets mobbed by fangirls in the movie and kissed, unknown if consensual or not? (I see it as SA personally) Only heard it talked about three times in the past 4 years I've been in this fandom! I feel like if he were younger and not a guy, it'd probably be brought up more, considering other sa gags in the series get brought up.

Sure he's been seen letting people touch him in the first few episodes, but still, I'm giving the gag a more serious thought. I'd imagine that after having it happen for so long, he'd be more used to it and allow the touches (whilst feeling discomfort inside), which... Doesn't make it right. This is for me and the... 3 others who think of this scene in a more negative way, aha 😅

[tagidearte]

WIP! Self indulgent little thing to finish off the year! I'm excited to draw the background (you can see the beginnings of it already). Missed drawing them.

I understand the pose looks suggestive but. They're robots. They're smooth as dolls. Sun is also wearing pants, which you can't see here but. He is.