#I'm normal about this I swear

[sluttyhenley]

There is one way your family can remain in power and, through you, the continuation of our stewardship. Are you prepared? You've been preparing me my whole life, Reverend Mother.

DUNE PART TWO (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[fishyvamp]

Reader with an oral fixation, Trapper not really having much clue about how to handle it being that his experience with sex was very traditional.

His dad told him that such attachments would just get in the way. and outside the occasional quick fuck in the red-light district. So his brain just melts when you get down on your knees and pull out his cock. languidly lapping at the soft thin flesh, maybe sucking on his balls and just you telling him to stay still. The poor guy finishing faster than he had in his entire life just panting and looking confused as you lap up his spend. That should be disgusting, that came out of him and yet he can't help but get hard all over again watching you.

His brain completely mush when you cock warm him for the first time. Telling him that he can work on his traps you just need to feel his cock in your mouth. He can't work fighting the urge to fuck your face or worse throw you on the work bench to fuck you hard and long. You're such a distraction to him, don't you know if you don't let him work he can't spoil you with gifts?

[hellodarjeeling]

Crais with messy hair...

[ayaitch]

This is how I would look at Ikkotah too.

[rawmanticism]

Something about Thomas's preference for earth tones and Varian's preference for dark colors and greys until the day at the Chagalls' where they're both wearing blue (Thomas much more subtly, in the blue details of his waistcoat, while Varian's got a blue shirt and a blue cardigan on), and then when Varian leaves he's still wearing blue, but it's mostly hidden underneath his coat, and Thomas stays behind wearing a bright blue polo shirt

[some-siren]

In response to the poster in the down right corner:

I believe it's a mix of religious trauma and "trying to make Heaven worthy of Crowley"

Except they don't communicate so you end up with gut-wrenching finales like that

Don’t worry guys, his autistic arse won’t last in Heaven long

[starr-n-ahh]

thinking about how folks thought dai was weird because of his kalashtar/Other stuff, but really it was just his autism, VS how folks thought satuj was weird because of their autism, but really it was because of their kalashtar/Other stuff

[lovetositinsilence]

a moment for themselves

[abysskeeper]

Getting a head start on my wrapped for next year by playing the same song on repeat 6 hours a day for 2 weeks

[rubianarosevine]

POCKET BEEEEEEEEE >:D

He just has like several RHBs and throws it like that one gif of uh... King's Hill-? "Pocket Sand" but it's "Pocket Bee!"

This thing.

day 54

[sky-scribbles]

Going mildly insane over Emmrich and Johanna's messed-up friendship.

He knows that only the most selfless should become liches; he would have helped her if she'd asked. They were students together. Her confidence in the face of death made him feel braver. She keeps saying she's going to kill him, but despite ample opportunity to track him down and do so, they only ever fight when he comes looking for her. She used to beg him to play tabletop games with her. He's the only person she has any respect for. She makes the most half-assed possible attempt to kill him when they reunite (trapping the Fade expert in the Fade???) She invites all her enemies to a murder party, but not him. (Was it really too much of a risk, Johanna? Or could you just not bring yourself to?)

She never seems actually prepared to kill him, but he is prepared to kill her. He calls her by her first name. She only ever uses his surname. She mocks him if he's in a relationship with Rook, but then says she'll bury him and his new lover in the same grave, like he said he wanted one time 30 years ago. He keeps her skull in his room. She does nothing but heckle him. He keeps her there anyway.

She monologues about how he's weak, pathetic, a bleeding heart, but when she learns that the world is on the brink of apocalypse, she demands, 'Get Volkarin on it!'

He is one of the kindest men in Thedas, and she is a monster, and they cannot stop loving each other. Who the fuck is doing it like them.

[medjaiwarrior]

You know what the truly tragic thing is? We've seen Vi take so many bigger hits than this, shrug it off and stay standing or keep fighting.

So a hit like that, would barely register if it was from anyone else.

But it's the fact that it was Caitlyn that did it, that hurt her worse than any other physical blow she's ever taken in her life.

[thefamilyaberration]

I think that OoT has the most tragic Link

Like, here's this 10 year old boy who was constantly belittled by Mido, gets tasked with saving his sort of father figure, breaks the curse, and is told "lol sorry I lied, good job breaking the curse but I'm gonna die in like 5 minutes anyway oh btw you need to save the whole world ok bye."

So he goes to find Zelda. Zelda devises a plan to get to the triforce before Ganondorf, and the plan seems like it'll work! Link manages to open the door of time, and try to draw the master sword.

Key word: Try. He opens the door of time, just to get trapped in there for 7 years until he's an "adult" and "mature enough to wield the sword" or whatever and wakes up as a 10 year old trapped in a 17 yr old's body. In that time, Ganondorf has brought ruin to hyrule. Everyone in castle town is dead. The Zora are frozen. The Kokiri live in fear. The Gorons- actually I forgot what the gorons are doing but :/ NO ONE IS DOING WELL.

So Link is basically all alone with Navi and the people of Kakariko Village, getting occasional visits from a mysterious Sheikah named Sheik, to save a world that's pretty much already dead. Zelda is "nowhere to be found".

And, after going through all of that, saving the world, he's sent back in time. No one would believe him if he said what he'd been through. Link is Hylian, not Kokiri, and he'll grow while his friends stay children. Navi leaves him(iirc), so he leaves too.

Which leads to Majora's Mask happening (iirc).

I haven't exactly finished my playthrough of Majora's Mask so I'm not gonna give the events for that one. You get the gist though, shit goes down. Moon almost crushes the earth, Link saves everyone for the second time.

And then, after all of that, and probably more, (plus like living his life) he dies. Normal thing to happen, right? Well, Twilight Princess rolls around, and who just so happens to be a stalfos aiding the Twilight Hero in his mission (via teaching TP Link special sword moves)?? The Hero of Time (Link from OoT).

This poor guy just cannot rest, ever, and it makes me so sad that at ten years old he had to deal with that...

[somespicycheese]

oh

the open flannel

I

um

wow

fuck me

Oh, rats. A tgirl tummy Tuesday came and went, and I missed it. Gosh darn it. So sad. Oh well, at least there's next time.

PYSCH ITS STILL TUESDAY BY PACIFIC TIME GIRLIES

@xenasaur @xenasaur-backup @lilithtransrights (when you get back 🥲) @nyancrimew

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

(NSFW Below!)

Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.