#I need them both biblically

[pugh-bug]

Picture A: little submissive baby i must stroke him immediately while he whines and calls me mommy

Picture B: sexy dad who’s subtly dom and teaches you tennis and how to cum 5 times in a row

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

why is this steve and quinn scene soooo sexy to me for some reason?? sorry i’m having bi panic rn

[taus-inc]

[blackrom-romance]

Just me awake at 4:30am acting absolutely batshit unhinged so normal over Connor

I am very not normal over this man

[todd-queen]

they are god and jesus to me

+bonus

[itsjaywalkers]

bc of mil i’ve been thinking of iwtywmm james + her frat boy james all day.. u can imagine how well my work shift is going i think

[ughgoaway]

oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again (and again, and again, and again, and again)

[alexpdcl]

can u tell. im so ... so ... normal about him

[angel-hole]

SUPTOBER DAY 01 - liminal in the beginning

4 And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire.

5 Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance;

— Ezekiel 1:4—5

[floofeeeeee]

OH “ leans on my non-existence expansive car” was good ?

Alden and Della

(saw people drawing shirtless Alden and decided to hop in)

Added Della because I wanted to

Zoom in under cut

No water vers

[wonderbutch]

chasefield wip

[co0balt]

WHOAGH!!!!

FAT BITCHES BE UPON YE‼️🗣️💥🔥🔊

[herearedragons]

micro story ask! defy or accursed for pillars of eternity <3

The sack is pulled off the hostage's head.

He blinks, bleary-eyed, adjusting to the dim light. He tries to move his arms, and finds himself bound.

His reaction is just a little too slow; maybe the drug still hasn't fully worn off, or maybe it's a side effect of the whiteleaf he seems to favor so.

Finally, he focuses on the three men standing before him.

Captain Alvarro, his fine coat a stark contrast to the filthy interior of his ship's brig, observes the farmer in front of him as if he was a curiously deformed fish pulled up in a net.

Behind the captain, two of his best bruisers stand, glowering.

The bound man stares at them like he's sizing them up.

"Must be the Deadfire hospitality I keep hearing about," he says. "Are these two dancers? Really, you shouldn't have."

The slight smirk on his face and his easy drawl could have fooled some, but they do not fool the captain.

He is a fighter, and he is considering his options.

Captain Alvarro folds his arms, displaying the multitude of rings on his fingers.

"They only know one dance, I'm afraid. Fortunately for you, there is no need for them to perform it right now."

"Shame. Would've loved to see it."

"If your Watcher doesn't see reason, you will."

Something shifts in the hostage's expression; the pretense of humor fades. All that's left is a sharp stare directed square at the captain.

"...What about the Watcher?"

"She has made it a habit to defy the Príncipi on our own turf. Terrible manners for an outsider, especially one so open with her... affections."

Alvarro shrugs and lifts one jeweled hand up, inspecting one of his rings for a moment before rubbing a smudge away from the polished gem embedded in it.

"Do not worry; I hear that she is truly fond of you. Once she makes an appropriate apology, you will be released - in almost pristine condition."

For a moment, the space is silent.

Then, a low whistle disrupts the silence.

"...Sorry, folks," the farmer says. "Don't think I can get you out of this one."

"Trust me, you have aided our negotiations greatly," the captain answers.

"I'm not talking about the stupid apology thing."

It's then that they all hear it: a loud thud somewhere above, then another.

The unmistakeable sound of bodies hitting the deck.

Then, screams.

The hostage watches the captain with a look of something almost like sympathy now, as the noises keep getting closer and closer. There is no clash of blades, nor there are shots fired: only the sound of men and women brought down by something unseen.

Finally, Alvarro snaps out of his trance; unsheathing his rapier, he points it at the farmer's throat.

"Whatever it is, make it stop!" he demands shakily.

Now there is true sympathy in the other man's eyes.

"Sorry, friend," he says. "I can't."

A beat.

"...Yeah, I'm here. Their captain's here too, getting kinda pointy."

These words are definitely not addressed to Alvarro, or to anyone else present in the room.

"What. Is. Hap - "

The captain never finishes the sentence.

White-hot pain flashes through his eyes, his limbs; his rapier clatters to the ground, his grip released as a violent spasm contorts his body.

His vision goes before everything else does.

In his last moments, he hears the bodies of his two bruisers drop behind him, and the sound of a single set of footsteps approaching the holding cell.

[crispbeigepages]

I unintentionally made ship content in my dms

[tojisun]

*happy bi noises*

[answer2jeff]

not to be a WHORE or anything, but this show proved to me that i need a big eyed, stressed out chef to scold me.