#I still don't have a title yet

[ir0n-angel]

Last Line Meme

Tagged by @crackinglamb (*bonk* 😘) and @theluckywizard. Thank you! 🌼

Tagging @madangel19 @ranaspkillnarieth @lilbittymonster @the-desert-dancer and anyone else who is writing something they’d like to share! No pressure!

Chuckles was easy to come up with, given how serious the elf had been up until the prisoner had made him snort out a laugh.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~

Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut

We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!

Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece

All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.

edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA

SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO

[cinamun]

Do I know you? | Next

[alldthoughtsinmyhead]

Aaron's eyes darkened further as the scent of the sweet nectar between Nia's legs wafted into his nostrils. It smelled like berries, black, straw, and blue. Aaron chuckled huskily as he knelt before the plate set before him. He grabbed Nia's legs and spread them, holding them apart as he dipped his face into her sopping-wet pussy. His tongue lapped at it and a deep growl of contentment rumbled deep in his throat. This was the perfect desert after a successful hunt.

Nia's mouth was open wide. Every sense she possessed was narrowed down to the magic happening between her legs. Aaron was full Jaguar, full man but that only meant that both features crossed and intertwined in this beautiful creature of wonder. For instance, he could make his tongue as smooth as a man's or, just like he was doing right now, he could make it rough like a cat's. The cruel devil was alternating between both as he ate her out and it was driving her to madness. He kissed her whole mound and suckled her clit and she lost her train of thought.

Aaron was having the time of his life watching Nia's face. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew the effect it had on her. He thought of being gentler on her, but then she had gone away for weeks with her fellow scouts without telling him. She had to pay for all those nights he roamed aimlessly like an animal in heat, literally. He looked up at her from between her legs and grinned.

From her teary-eyed blurred vision, Nia saw those oh-so-sensuous eyes look up at her, she saw his evil grin and she braced herself for the complete assault Aaron was about to unleash on her.

Aaron's tongue stretched and morphed. It was rough with bumps on it but not exactly sharp and pointy like a jaguar's. It was soft, stiff and wet. His hands tightened on Nia's thighs as he spread her legs into a perfect split-Owls were really flexible creatures. He flicked his studded tongue along the length of her slit, back up and down again, paying an extra second of attention to her swollen clit. Her pussy pulsed hard like a heartbeat and tried to grip him. He retracted his tongue and chuckled again.

Nia trashed on the bed, whimpering. She knew he was punishing her and she knew exactly what he wanted. . . for her to beg. She wouldn't be caught dead begging a man but Aaron was no man.

"Aaron.... my King... my Liege... fuck me. . . I'm yours to do with as you please. . I exist for your pleasure." She cried.

He growled and sheathed his tongue deep inside her. He retracted it oh so slowly... each bump grazed the silky hypersensitive walls of Nia's vagina. When he had withdrawn to the tip, he paused and took one hand off her thigh. While the tip of his tongue was still in her, saliva pooling down and mixing with her juices, he gently pinched her clit, simultaneously driving his rough tongue back into her over and over and over again. .

From a distance, Nia heard a woman screaming. Everywhere was pitch black and she could see stars. Slowly, as she gained awareness, she realized the voice was hers and the stars were from the mind-shattering orgasm Aaron had just given her. She felt his weight move on her body and between her thighs, a fat hard heavy rod with a smooth velvety texture knocked on her door.

"I hope you ate dinner, Sweetness", he kissed her neck and shoved his seemingly endless cock inside her. She gasped and started to cum again. "I'm going to fuck you all night."

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[fohatic]

Tony Stark / "Human"

a fill for square K5 of my @tonystarkbingo card: "weakness"

[dylaneon]

birthday sex in stalag fic has gone in a direction i did not originally plan out for

“‘S cold.” John whispers, and the sudden extra pressure of breath on Gale’s neck sends another shiver down his spine, despite the warmth of it. Does he say something back? Pretend he’s asleep? John probably knows he’s still awake too, just like how Gale can tell.

“Just a bit.” Gale breathes, voice shaking as it comes out. He hopes John thinks it’s from the cold. They both know it isn’t, know that John can read Gale inside and out. 

Sometimes he hates that, hates that someone knows every minute detail about him. He’s supposed to be stone-cold Cleven, just like his father wanted. Supposed to be a sort of riddle, one that no one has any real answers for, unpredictable and all-knowing. But, there’s also a comfort in someone being able to give him exactly what he needs when he needs it, someone that can understand him. It’s terrifying that it ended up being John.

[morninkim]

Power Rangers: Prime Suspects

In the wake of the Darkest Hour, trapped in a new universe and cosmically entwined by threads of Morphin energy, two former enemies must evade a fascistic anti-Power Ranger Task Force and figure out how to survive in a world where their lives meant nothing.

[akimojo]

i just saw someone call ffxiii overrated like? what?? it's literally one of the most hated games in the franchise wym "overrated" 😭

[journey-to-the-attic]

about that after-story i've mentioned like fifty times... the outline for each chara's part isn't at all set in stone yet, but can you guess from these preliminary titles what might happen?

i'll tell you what simeon's is going to involve though, just bc you definitely wouldn't get it from the title AND it's one of the few concrete plot points so far: he gets to go to a hen do

[greypetrel]

Oooh I'd love to know more about Rolling a Wave 👀

Hi Mo!

It's the general plot of my original story which I'm translating into English. I'm working on character studies, but it's been slow these last months. I hope I'll finish Raina's in this winter break and quickly design secondary characters. I may pick Priscilla back as a design, who knows. I can't wait to start planning actual pages. xD

First act summary under the cut, tagging also @bfire92 who asked me about this. :3

ACT I – Iceland

1907. A marine biologist, Aisling, is finally at the head of her very own arctic expeditions to study the social behaviour of sperm whales. She has to reevaluate her plans, when she saves a harponeer from the shiprwreck of the Hvalur, a whale fishing ship caught in a bad storm. She’s the only survivor, and also a woman, Naroa, from San Sebastian, who crossdresses to work on the ship, and tells her that it was a sperm whale to cause the wreck.

The expedition was born unlucky: Aisling has received very low fundings, both because nobody really trusts her in a leading position as an unmarried woman, both because her father was a former professor for the same institute that funds her. Small detail: he was stripped of his role and exiled from the Kingdom for having used public money from the university to finance the Irish rebels/Fenian society. Aisling was really able to get some money and sponsorship because she asked for years upon years, has a couple of contacts that vouched for her, and basically is a person that causes very little trouble. Her goal is to gather enough data to demonstrate that sperm whales are highly intelligent social animals, and that their hunting should be severely limited before their number drops. It’s very important to her, not only for personal satisfaction and crowning a lifelong dream of becoming a proper scientist, paid enough for a living and with prestige that female researchers in female colleges were not granted in England, but also to avenge her family. She MUST publish in Oxford because it was the institute that kicked her father out, she must reinstate the good name of the family.

So, with very little money to her name, she rented the smallest, most run-down hovel she could find, 40 minutes from the harbour, fix what she could to make it inhabitable, and hire a small sloop with a fully female crew. Ex piratesses running from the law, widows of fishermen and other figures that needs a living runs the Lusca, not for gold, but to chase whale pods.

In spite of being broke, Aisling welcomes Naroa in until she feels better. Their forced convivence is difficult at first: Aisling is over-enthusiast over whales and is actually diving with the whales to observe them better during the day (“I thought I would have drown today, but Cacciucco was absolutely adorable, you see, so it’s ok, he can bump me again.” “… Da fuq.”), Naroa had fished them for years, and after the shipwreck has not much love for the animals, of course there is only one bed. After a while, Naroa starts working, and embarks on the Lusca to help out, too, there’s some mutual pining and they slowly confess they like each other, fuck gender roles and so on and so forth.

Until one day arrives a letter from the Royal Society, informing Aisling that they’re gonna cut her fundings: the season good for sailing is ending, they’re not willing to pay her to stay another winter doing nothing. Winter that Aisling was planning to use to organize her notes and write the essay for the peer review: it must be done exceedingly well if she wants to have a chance, she doubt they’ll give her another chance if she fails now. She manages to obtain another month, but nothing more.

She quarrels with Naroa: the harponeer tells her that even if her research should fail, it won’t be the end of the world. She has a roof upon her head, a fucking university degree (in France, more open for women), she can decide to do anything else, she has brains and possibilities, what’s the problem? Plus, if her research gets published, it could hit an industry that offers work and livelihood to so many people that have not her chances and possibilities, and for whom losing the job would be much more of a problem. For Naroa it would be: her family is still in San Sebastien, she’s the first of 4 sisters, her father died, and she’s sending money home. Don’t mention she introduces herself as a man because she doesn’t fully feel herself in women clothes and canonically female roles: she can’t afford to lose the job. Plus, she’s Basque, and technically in Iceland it was legal to murder Basques until 2014 (old medieval law they forgot to abrogate). Naroa can’t understand why Aisling is so stubborn and so compliant towards a bunch of idiots that don’t consider her, and all for what? Personal pride? What if her research fail, she’ll be better off without it.

Aisling gets mad, just a little bit. She can’t tell the RS to fuck off, and chances for female biologists aren’t that many. She isn’t very sensitive for whalers, as Naroa fails to understand why an academic research is so important. They split up pretty badly, Aisling leaves for London.

ACT 2 - London

ACT 3 - Alghero (necessary quote)

[sentientcave]

Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.

You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.

You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.

Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.

Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.

The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeous— Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.

Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. “Aren’t you a pretty boy.”

He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up close— He’s a bit small for an orca, but he’s all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldn’t survive on it’s own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.

The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghost’s presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like you’re going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.

[pics-pizza-peace]

Back To The Future's Marty McFly Pony Cosplay pt. 1

[prjctdiva]

he wants that cookie so effing bad

[eephemeris]

finished the first chapter guys

[imunbreakabledude]

ok what if i said:

this "annie + elena mourn maeve" fic IS gonna be multiple chapters

and

I'd like to post chapter 1 tomorrow??

[lowstakesvampires]

a couple years in the future, but not many...

colour key: blue = english spoken red = norwegian/norse spoken black text = language being masked by english so you can still read. see the borders for actual language. purple borders = norwegian/norse accented english (it's blue tinted by red) orange borders = whatever bat's accent is. while speaking norwegian (it's red tinted by yellow)

i am very normal about languages <3