#It's still a very high rank

[evilfloralfoolery]

Nothing Like a Hot Shower

Just a short bunch of indulgent porn here. Grimm is soaking wet from the rain and suffering. Indigo has a few ideas for a cure.

Before Grimm was a mercenary of sorts, he was a cop. He retired early, but every now and then, he goes back to help out with things. I started writing an arc where that happens. Maybe I just like hot buttered cop porn.

Indulgent NSFW purple prose nonsense.

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“Indy.” 

An insistent knock upon the door and a tired declaration.

“I forgot my fucking keys.” 

Of course he had. Given the way Grimm had dashed out into the creeping grip of impending evening, it was a wonder he had remembered anything at all. 

“Coming!” Indigo calls from the living room. 

He hurriedly shuffles to the door, nearly losing a slipper in the process.

The audacity.

After unlatching the useless chain, he forces the deadbolt open with a grunt. Damnable wooden door. Grimm really should fix the thing.

“My apologies, I was reading in the. . .”  

His words trail into stunned silence. Grimm isn't just wet. He's positively soaked, his dark length of hair a pitiful reminiscence of a ponytail that clings to his back in listless disarray, uniform saturated to near black.

“My goodness, come inside this instant!” Indigo grabs him by the utility belt and all but jerks him across the threshold.

“Fucking useless tracking that guy in this shit.” Grimm gestures to the pelting rain, annoyance creasing his features. 

Indigo nudges the door shut with his foot and it creaks into compliance. “Indeed.” 

He stops fighting with re-engaging the wretched lock when Grimm's shaky but sharp catch of breath diverts his attention. 

“Huuuh. . .! UHCHISSH! UHSSCH! UHCHIISSCHHU!!” 

Grimm's broad shoulders shudder and flinch, one hand half-heartedly clamped over his mouth and nose.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

Indigo lays a gentle hand upon his back, wincing at just how cold the fabric is to the touch. “Bless you, love.” 

“Thank you.” Grimm's gratitude is intertwined with a weary exhale, softening the words to a near whisper. 

“Off with those wet clothes immediately.” Indigo tugs at one dripping sleeve.

That delectable mouth curves into a smirk. “Can't wait to get me naked?” 

“Honestly, Grimm.” 

He unbuckles the heavy utility belt laden with multiple guns and other hardware and hands it over to Indigo, who does a double take. The thing must weigh fifteen pounds at the very least. Hard to imagine sprinting through the city streets with such a monstrosity.

The uniform follows, accompanied by the Kevlar concealed beneath it. Boots and belt. And the pants, after a brief struggle to practically peel the things away from Grimm's thickly muscled thighs. 

Great gods, the man is stunning, even when spent and freezing.

“Hhh-huuuh! UHSSCHU! –GKSSSHH!!” 

And even more so whilst doing that. 

“Bless you,” Indigo says with such nausea-inducing sweetness, he nearly rolls his eyes at himself. “Shower. Now, Grimm.” 

“Fucking bossy,” Grimm says, but the words are affectionate rather than chastising. 

He also does as Indigo requests (or orders) and saunters into the bathroom, dropping his boxer briefs somewhere along the way. 

A positively wrenching “HUH’AHSSSCHH-UU!” echoes in rough desperation from the rather impressive bathroom acoustics and Indigo steps up his pace. 

Grimm has already turned on the shower, the steam just beginning to rise as he fights with the hair tie.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters in a voice thick with growing congestion.

“Allow me.” Indigo crosses the distance that separates them to aid his amusingly cross partner.

Gentle fingers manipulate his damp hair into submission, freeing it to tumble past his shoulders in a tangled nest of darkness.

“I rather fancy your hair pulled away from your face,” Indigo says. “It has gotten quite long.” 

“Yeah?” Grimm sniffles and snatches a handful of tissues from the box near the counter. “Looks better when it's not wehhh-huuuh!” His features cinch into urgent helplessness and his expression crumbles. “UHH’CHISSSHU!  HH’GISSCH!  UHHGKSSSCHHiuu!’

“Into the shower with you.”  Indigo half-shoves the other man towards the sliding glass door and Grimm glances over his shoulder, hair sliding down his back.

“Wanna join me?”

That coy expression combined with his insistent sniffling and darker pitch to his voice is enough to drive Indigo mad.  

Before he can negotiate the pros and cons of disrobing himself yet again, his treacherous hands have already begun the process of unbuttoning his pajama top.  

Gods be damned.

At least Grimm has stepped beneath the hot spray, water streaming off of every plane of his body in a manner that is somehow most obscene.  Indigo follows suit and slides the glass door shut.

Grimm’s massive hands land on either side of his waist and pull him close with an indecent slap of naked skin-to-skin contact.

“You miss me?”

Indigo winds his fingers into Grimm’s saturated hair and grips a handful.  “Perhaps.” 

A low chuckle. Calloused fingers running over his bare skin.  

“Remind me, what rank have they assigned you?”  Indigo traces a lazy path down Grimm’s chest, stopping short at the space just below his belly button.

“Captain,” Grimm says.  “Pissed a lot of people off.”

“Captain first or surname?”

Hands squeeze his sides and Grimm rolls his hips in a suggestive manner just enough to elicit an involuntary shiver from Indigo. “Captain Amadis.” 

“How very official and imposing,” Indigo says.  

“Uh huh.”  Grimm leans down to nuzzle his chin, nips at the fragile pulsepoint near the base of his throat.  

“Well, Captain Amadis.” Indigo brushes a clinging strand of dark hair away from the edge of his lips.  “Are you, perhaps, going to conduct a search of my person?”

One eyebrow arches high.  “That depends.”  Grimm’s voice drops to the darkest gravel it can muster.  “Are you concealing any weapons?”

Indigo’s hand slips below the threshold of Grimm’s hips and wraps around him with a decisive squeeze.  “I see that you have chosen to open carry.” 

Grimm’s laugh is a resonant ringing within the confines of the shower.

“Hmmn, well.”  Grimm dips his head, lips pressed against the shell of Indigo’s ear.  “Guess I’ll just have to frisk you.” He walks Indigo backwards until his back connects with the warm marble framework. “Don’t resist.”

Capable fingers run the length of his sides, delving lower and lower still, probing his shower-warmed skin with tactile precision.  The simple act of Grimm’s skilled touch is enough to quicken his breath, to ignite a slow, roiling burn within him, to–

The hands cinch tight upon his hips and Grimm’s breath hitches into a sharp, unhinged gasp, leaving his touch intact, but turning his head at the very last second.  

Partially. 

“Huuuh . . .! UHCHISSHHu! UHHCHIISSHHUU! Huuhh!---AHSSCCHHIIUUH!” 

He holds nothing back, his thick frame shuddering, translating through Indigo’s entire body like a seismic shock.  

“Hnnh, bless you . . .” Indigo barely manages with such a markedly indecent groan that Grimm recovers himself with a smoldering smirk of a smile. 

“Thank you,” he says, sniffling in a most audaciously liquid manner that is counterpoint to Indigo’s vocal betrayal. “Now come here.” 

Grimm gathers him into his embrace and hoists him to a greater height, using the wall as a counterbalance to plunder Indigo’s entire being in every way he can muster.  

Mere moments pass before Grimm’s carnal attentions provoke an equally unadulterated response, and Indigo is more than a little grateful for both the stability of the wall behind him and his partner’s capable grip upon his body.  

He sinks his hands into Grimm’s damp hair, gives the dark locks an authoritative jerk, and Grimm is sent tumbling after him into the heated abyss.  His bonded mate may have a monopoly on Indigo’s libido with a liberal use of his odd predilection, but Grimm himself certainly has his own weaknesses. 

Gradually, the racing of his heart subsides and his breathing begins to normalize as Grimm sets him gently on his feet, arms settling around his shoulders.

“Good goddamn.” Grimm runs a hand through his hair, slicking it away from his face.

“Indeed.” Indigo leans into his embrace and happily indulges in the close, intimate contact of skin against skin.

Perhaps a second shower had not been such an arduous affair after all. 

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 7x01 | “Lessons” 

[faunandfloraas]

The Nobleman or 양반 (yangban): The smiling face represents the bluff and composure that an aristocrat is often known to have. The chin is a separate piece from the top of the mask, and the actors can lean forward and back to make the mask smile or frown as needed.

This monk who abandons his doctrines, or 취발이 (chwibari): Chwibari was originally a monk, but he had no intention of joining the monastic order, so he came down to the world and wanders. Represented with a forehead full of wrinkles and spots.

The widow or, 부네 (Punae/bune): represented to be a widow, or a kisaeng ( a woman who sang, danced, or played an instrument to provide entertainment for company at a drinking party), or a mistress of the Yangban. She has a very small mouth, round cheeks and forehead- giving a general look of happiness good-humor.

[horizonzerodawnaesthetic]

I noticed this fancy Carja soldier at the spire, a part of Avad's procession. The Carja may use wing symbolism more than we realize. He was the only one dressed this way.

[canisalbus]

i had a strange dream in which Vasco and Machete were both a) in a modern day gang and b) were based on real people that you, the artist, personally knew. Someone made a trivia post about your blog saying “Y’know how all 12 of the high ranking gang members in that canis albus webcomic wear necklaces with a die hanging from them? (Both Vasco and Machete had four sided dice btw) This is actually based on a real thing that the real people who are in the gang it’s based on wear.”

then someone reblogged it with “I didn’t believe this until I learned that Machete’s real life counterpart is the one that designed all of them, and has spares of them all for safe keeping. Supposedly, his most unique password is the one that protects the safe that the spares are in, which, in turn, is based on the canis albus blog!”

idk if or how you’d even interpret this as a drawing, but i kinda just wanted to let you know that i dreamt about your pups

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[theborzoiarebackintown]

What would be your advice to a prospective first time noodle horse human? I am looking to get a borzoi when I get my own place and wanted to ask your advice.

Woops idk how long this was sitting in my inbox but I missed it!!!

Okay I apologize if this becomes a novel. (It will)

First piece of advice, get a big ass yard, and strongly consider getting litter mates or two puppies around the same age. You’d be doing yourself a huge favor :P

Familiarize yourself with the breed’s health issues and decide what you’re okay with, because there isn’t a single line of borzoi anywhere that doesn’t have bloat or heart issues. There are levels to these health issues though. Some heart issues can seem scary but dogs live to old ages with them with no problems. Sudden death is the big bad, but isn’t as prevalent as some would have you believe. Every borzoi alive has relatives with bloat. Direct relatives (parents, siblings, I consider parent’s littermates direct as well) bloating are the riskiest, and multiple direct relatives is probably something to avoid. There’s a certain subjectiveness to all this as well, many people may not agree with what I consider okay and vice versa, so do your research and decide what YOU find acceptable.

A breeder with dogs/lines that have health issues isn’t inherently irresponsible at all, it’s what they’re doing to try and mitigate those issues that matters. It’s important to remember a lot of the testing we have now wasn’t available even 10 years ago, and a lot of people breeding borzoi have been doing it for 20-30+ years. They have generations upon generations of dogs bred long before echos, holters, or DM tests, were a thing, and have to balance pedigrees with health and structure. Don’t get caught up in what the internet says responsible breeding is, there isn’t a magical list of good or bad and every breed is different.

A breeder can also do all the health testing required by the OFA and not be responsible at all, health testing doesn’t mean they’re making responsible choices with the information that testing provides. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Don’t do a co-own. I have tried and failed at co-owns with people I thought I could trust, but words are free and anyone can present themselves however they want and flip the script at any time.

Have patience!! Start following kennels and learning structure now. The longer you look at borzoi and the more you learn, the more you’ll know what style of dog you want. The dogs I started out liking when I was brand new are NOT the style of dogs I enjoy today. Understand that borzoi are a rare breed and getting rarer, but pet homes are incredibly important to most breeders and if you’re an appropriate home they’ll want to place a dog with you.

Coursing ability in borzoi is an absolute crap shoot and anyone who tells you differently doesn’t know shit. You can breed the top two coursing dogs alive and get zero puppies that’ll course. That being said, there are definitely show lines that do zero coursing and like what even is the point then lol but a lack of a field championship isn’t much of a negative in my book. If you want a dog that consistently courses, get a whippet. It’s even normal for borzoi that can and do course to not get their field championships. It’s very common for them to learn the game and start cheating, and be unable to finish. Bastards. So my advice is don’t get hung up about it I guess.

Uhhh what else umm Ivanhoe is a BYB even though to a normal dog person they seem pretty good, even titling their dogs in conf. these days.

You can spend lots of time with borzoi but you won’t know what they’re really like until you live with one. They’re hard to describe. Like every breed, there’s a range of appropriate temperaments. They should be quietly confident, neither overbearing or shy. I’ve found the average borzoi will seek out attention from strangers without forcing themselves on anyone, but it’s not rare for them to be aloof and not care about other people at all.

They communicate subtly, and it���s really important to approach borzoi with a patient, but firm, hand. They’re not necessarily soft, but normal temperaments won’t tolerate harsh treatment. They WILL hold a grudge and can absolutely sulk and pout lol They need consistently enforced boundaries but usually a stern tone is enough to communicate they shouldn’t be doing something. On rare occasion they will need a strong correction, but usually only once rofl oh something a lot of people don’t talk about is most males go through an asshole phase around 18 months and you need to be ready to nip that shit in the bud. I’ve seen males ruined because their owners didn’t work through it with them appropriately. They basically need you to take the lead, and prove you’ve got their back and they don’t need to be a jerk to protect themselves. Clear communication and consistent positive public outings are key 👍🏻 (that doesn’t mean every outing must be incident free, but that you work through any shitty behavior and set behavioral expectations while showing them nothing bad is ultimately going to happen)

They’re somewhere between a cat and a “normal” dog temperament, and I consider them to be primitive breed adjacent. A lot of people don’t get them, and don’t take the time to learn how they talk. A lot of people find them flat and lacking personality, but I find those are the same people who don’t have the patience to really learn their language.

Is any of this good advice??? Rofl good luck!!! I’m willing to discuss individual breeders privately, so feel free to DM.

[little-shadow-club]

Something something Esil, Haein and Juhee would in fact make the best group of besties ever because all they want in life is to have a normal life (Haein being away from constant work, Juhee learning to live with her trauma, Esil living for something more than what she was designed to do), unfortunately they met the most abnormal guy in the world. Nein, in the universe.

[vogelmeister]

ITS MY CAP AND GOWN DAY YIPPPPPEEEEEEE

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

it absolutely fucking kills me to think that he's saying this at very possibly the exact moment home is nearly dying in a car crash trying to get to him. yes that is home's ghost knocking at the door right after peach unblocks him but it's MY ghost clawing at the screen going oh my god. he doesn't even KNOW. nobody here KNOWS

[lollytea]

Okay Lolly, where is the Hunlow Bridgerton AU? /j lol

[rosecandyart]

My personal rankings of the special splatfest Shiver outfits, including Grandfest, because she's hot why not. Let me know your rankings and personal favorite Shiver!

1. Frostyfest

2. Grand Festival

3. Splatoween

4. Springfest

5. Summer Nights

[citrusinicake]

i wonder what their accents are meant to convey

[talaofthevalley]

Tenko and Touya who are classmates in the hero studies course yet never interact or acknowledge each other until they meet in the infirmary.

Tenko who's in and out of the U.A infirmary like a revolving door for getting into fights, both in and out of hero training. His quirk being what it is means he often has to get physical in one-on-one training matches, his skin cracks if he overdoes it in quirk training, and his peers have yet to learn that if you talk shit, you get hit. Hard.

And then there's Touya, who often rests on the infirmary beds for a number of reasons. Feeling ill, exhaustion, headaches, old scars acting up that day, skipping class-

And when Recovery Girl is not at the office one day, its Touya who ends up patching Tenko up. Touya whose hands are warm, maybe to be expected of someone with a fire quirk. But even with the searing hot fire hidden under his skin, they're gentler than you'd assume, careful of not making it hurt more. His fingers are long and slender, compared to Tenko's thicker, overall sturdier hands. His skin is rough and dry, knuckles prone to bleeding even without fist fights from how dry the skin is.

It sets a pattern, and soon enough Tenko starts going to Touya even when the other isn't at the infirmary. And because of it Touya starts carrying a first aid kit in his backpack.

And on days when Touya decides to sleep through lunch or skip class, Tenko starts sitting with him in the infirmary. Gives him one of the small, easy-to-carry snacks he always has on him when he's not queasy. But skipping class in the nurse's office is surprisingly hard when you're two and one is just there to keep the other company, so Tenko abuses his priviledge of having the principal as his legal guardian and takes him to the cushy principal's resting area with its soft couches ideal for napping and lazing about.

And if they're sometimes used for making out on, well that's no one's business but theirs.

[sleebiebear]

i miss arcane november 2024 get here faster pspspsps

[rolandkaros]

no, you are right! karo for any slam in her long career. WTA BEIJING TITLE COMING SOON!!

i fear she will get her ass handed to her in the semis but i do like your attitude anon

[possumkingluca]

still thinking about the time i did one of those hunger game simulation things with the characters being all the strixhaven student npcs, my strixhaven campaign's party members, and extus narr + one just labeled 'the rest of the oriq' it was actually so goofy because tell me how the oriq immediately set off a bomb killing 4 people INCLUDING THEIR LEADER??? tell me how all the party members died almost immediately except for my character who got tragically betrayed by one of his friends??? tell me how the last two people alive were the biggest fucking nerds in the entire school?? fucking URZMAKTOK and DRAZHOMIR??? tell me how the SOPPING WET CAT of a minotaur that is drazhomir won????? also quentillius died of dysentery on day 1 which is the death he deserves.