#I was busy but I'll catch up

[angelsrcute]

DAY 4: Boss!Char x Serious assistant!Reader; semi-public sex.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — Your Boss who finds his cute assistant super cute, how you manage to look so serious outside but sinful inside. He'd shove a vibrator inside you and make you give a presentation— asking you questions while his hand messes with the remote in his pocket. He smirks at your attempts at talking to him and pretending everything is fine— you're failing miserably.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — Your boss who makes you sit on his lap and cock warm him as he talks to a client. The client thinks, ‘Such a cute couple you both are’ but who's gonna tell them he isn't listening to a single word from the client because he's busy focusing on how good you feel!

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — Your boss who makes you sit under his desk and suck him off while he works, occasionally patting your head or giving you praises on how good you're doing. Though you can bet he's gonna forget his work soon and tangle his fingers in your hair and guide you— how could he ignore a pretty little thing like you?

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — Your Boss who invites you home for dinner, only to bend you over the dining table and fuck your brains out till you can't even walk straight. He says you're a five star meal anyway, who cares if the food fell off?

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — Your boss who makes you wear a short skirt just so he can admire the ‘nice’ view. Telling you to pick up things from the ground he purposely dropped or to stand on your tiptoes to get an item from the shelf, giving him a small peek of your underwear. <3

Whoever fits.

[nyaruelle-art]

a little late but.... Kaveh sitting on a table in a babygirl™ way

[abeinginsand]

some doodles of the teens [ID: Digital sketches of Scary, Taylor, Normal, Lincoln, and Hermie. The top left sketch shows Scary sitting in the back seat of a car with her feet resting on the top of the chair in front of her. She has ear buds in, a seatbelt on, and leans against the window moodily. Terry Junior sits in the driver's seat hunched over and only his hair is visible. He tells her to not put her feet up while he drives. The other sketches show Normal holding up two peace sign hand gestures, Scary gasping, Lincoln bouncing a soccer ball with one leg, Taylor grinning, and Hermie reading a manuscript. /ID end.]

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo on Media Day ahead of the Azerbaijan GP

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober2024 | Day 9 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

The Giant Won't Save You

AI-less Whumptober: Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

Whumptober: OBSESSION | Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

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“You're so beautiful,” the creature boomed above them. “I've been looking for a specimen like you for years, no, decades, you're going to revolutionize–..”

Their voice practically cut through whumpee's eardrums, shook their entire soul in their chest as they sat shivering and pinned in the giant's warming hands. They knew they should run. They knew they should fight the hands and bite and kick and punch until they were free to fly away. Right back out into the cold. Into the frigid air that practically pierced through their skin.

Made them unable to fly.

Unable to get home.

Unable to escape.

They should fight.

But they were so, so tired. Even the jumbling around of the giant as they ran who knows where didn't rouse them from the impending unconsciousness, the dip into the dark. The blackness closed in on them, just like the hand that had snatched their frigid and fragile body out of the freezing snow.

Then suddenly there was bright! And warm, even warmer, not just the hands enclosing them, but the very air around them was warm.

They must be in a home of some sort. A home of the giant's.

Their heart skipped a beat as clarity flooded through their head.

No.

No no no no NO.

They needed to get out NOW before it was too late.

They started kicking in the giant's grasp, and the giant recoiled slightly, their hold growing looser so that whumpee felt the joy of promised freedom. RIght before the hand closed around them even tighter, pinning them completely.

“OW!!” The giant cried. “NO, no, I'm sorry, no escaping for you. I need you here. And you're in no shape to be by yourself anyway! Just let me help you, I want you to be the best you can be!”

Whumpee wanted to cry. They didn't understand a single word the giant was saying, the language a constant patter of deep vowels and slewed gibberish. Pain and surprise laced through their voice as they reprimanded their tiny captive, but somehow, thankfully, not anger. If anything, there was a sort of tenderness to their booming tone. As if they were another Faery, speaking to one of their young.

Whumpee spotted a golden cage. They were headed right for it.

I'm going to be caged like an animal.

They tensed, frozen not by the icy freeze that still hung around their body, threatened their fleeting consciousness, but by stone-cold fear.

“Oh!” The giant seemed to remember something, then suddenly their course altered, and Whumpee was staring at a wall. Their energy continued to sap out of their body and into the imprisoning hand. “This is where you're going to go! Well, not now of course, just when you die. Hopefully that won't be for a long time...”

Whumpee's heart seemed to stop beating. Their eyes widened as they beheld the sprawling wall.

Wings. Butterflies. Pinned. Pinned up on the wall. Faery wings. All types of wings with little placards explaining in foriegn type and blocky, unrelenting letters, sprawling out and out seeming to go forever, so many wings, so many insects, their fragile blood seemed to all but drain from their face, they shook at the sight, so many wings so many wings, they looked like whumpers wings was this what was going to happen to them was the booming giant going to hang them up alive and let them suffer pinned up until they die?? They fought and they fought within the grasp but it did absolutely nothing and they still remained pinned in the vice grip and their blackness threatened the edges of their vision, threatening to swallow them entirely, forever–

Then the wall was gone. They saw the cage. The booming voice of the giant rumbled through their body like wind through rickety tree branches, soothed their chest, filled their being as their limp body was laid among some sort of surprisingly soft furs and leaves and dry, comfortable down. They were still so cold.

“Sorry. Guess that must've been upsetting, I should've guessed. I'm not going to hurt you, though, I promise. You're safe here. You've had a long day now, so just go to sleep, recuperate, get warm... Science is going to love you, little creature.”

Whumpees head laud heavy against the plush they laid upon. They tried to move, but their body simply shook with violent protest. The cage door closed gently, almost daintily between the giant's forefinger.

They settled deeper into the cushions. So comfortable. Thr darkness swirled around them. Inviting. They really should try to escape–...

They jerked awake. Had they nodded off? No. Dont–... dont–... dont give in don't let it–

Then they fell away into a warm, plush, comfortable nothing.

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[doukeshi-kun]

having to cite a female author with her last name which is basically just a male/patronymic name is kinda sad. your name deserves to be known and written, queen

[m0e-ru]

ive always adored the themes used in prsona games especially how it dictates how deties and their domains or realms look like. id notice theres these animalistic and alien motifs in p3. like the feathers and plumes of corvids as they're associated with death. the moon??

and more humanoid appearances with p4 deities while especially trying to emphasize human concepts to bring out a sort of uneasiness and uncanniness in a person, because youre looking at something youre aware how it should look like if it were "normal". youre presented with figures that are rotting and deformed and burnt alive, but are still flailing their limbs around, or whats left of it. if they have no legs or too much arms, or multiple faces morphed onto their torso or a decaying body contorted in the wrong directions. it's pure horror and they couldve leaned more into that honestly

and when it gets to p5, youre shown how flesh and machine intertwine. how something clearly that is fantasical is also manmade, figuratively and literally. everything's eerily organic while blood rains everywhere and muscles and tendons creep into the environment like weeds growing over the concrete of buildings. yet, there's the rigid geometry that is nowhere near natural, while gears and cogs turn as you climb up stairs that leads to a heaven that's more of a hell and kill god itself.

[essektheylyss]

God, I am obsessed with the implications behind Caleb waiting for and wondering about "a visit" from Essek because there's so much of an understanding in that, there's something established.

This doesn't have the feeling of pining in the sense that you're uncertain about crossing a line or whether a step further was welcomed, but instead an acknowledgement that there are many factors involved that would make such a relationship unconventional, and recognizing that what that looks like one week to another changes, and respecting how that shifts.

Perhaps there is a bit of pining involved, that for the feeling that they're not really going to get normalcy, that this is what they've been afforded; but this isn't really pining, it's just an extension of the grief and guilt they're both carrying.

But in spite of that, here is this open invitation, with perhaps some nebulous boundaries as to what that entails week to week—but it's an invitation that both seems to be well established and is also clearly accepted some of the time, given that Caleb is able to anticipate that, though it's unclear how often.

It's just very careful in a way that isn't at all hesitant, though perhaps it might look that way from the outside��it's meeting the other person where they are with grace, and knowing that, if or when it becomes necessary, they'll offer you the same grace in return.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

literally figured sorcerer!kristen's freshman year design out the moment I sat down and attempted to brainstorm (rubs hands together fly style) we eatin good today boys

[theghostofashton]

wip wednesday

thank you to @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @paperstorm @whatsintheboxmh and @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes for the tags <3

The words play again in his head, the weight of them feeling like it could bowl him over. He’s been on the verge of tears since he woke up this morning, the first of them springing to his eyes when he felt the strong arm around his waist, the way TK’s chest moved up and down against Carlos’s cheek as he breathed. He’d wondered if it was wise to spend the night together in their bed, instead of at their parents’ houses like they had originally planned. They couldn’t afford any more bad luck. TK had shaken his head, stood firm before Carlos had even finished making his (admittedly weak and unconvincing) case. It’s worse luck to be alone when we don’t need to be. He’d taken a step forward, into Carlos’s space, and cupped his cheeks with warmth in his eyes. Good times and bad, right? Carlos had nodded, his vision blurry, and closed his eyes as TK had pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face. And who gives a shit about those dumb superstitions anyway? TK had whispered, lips brushing his ear. Carlos had laughed then, a raspy, thick sound betraying the lump of emotion that had lodged itself inside his throat. Sleeping without TK was hard enough while he was at work. He couldn’t bear the thought of them both sleeping alone in different beds, miles apart, when they had the opportunity to be together. He’d hated the idea from the moment it was brought up, never much for superstition regardless, but convinced himself he could manage it for one night. If there’s anything he’s learned in the last week, it’s that he’ll never take anything for granted ever again.

not gonna tag anyone, about to leave for the airport so i just wanted to get this up before then!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

GHOSTS PREMIERED AND NOBODY TOLD ME!!!

[buglaur]

HER <3

[padawanduck]

still catching up on the episodes, but Lisa made sure she would lose the AI comp and get sent home with this DR

[theposhperyton]

What the Hell !

[syubub]

hello? what year is it?

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

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