#Less than a week ago.

[pieofdeath]

Ok so like I have not been paying as much attention leading up to this event as I should've been considering I follow 1k+ blogs and I'm stupid. HOWEVER. this has made me feel like I'm drunk/pos. what's happening. I love it here.

[gammija]

tiefling jon's first day at the Archives

[nebuladreamz]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING OUT AND I CAN FINALLY POST THIS!!!! (Go watch it NOW)

Thank you so much to @ohno-the-sun for hosting the map, this was the most fun first experience I've had with being a part of one :D

[sail-not-drift]

Alex "it's all in the hips" Claremont-Diaz:

[great-flaming-bollocks]

[sirenetica]

Yeah.

Dont have an explanation for this one. It just felt right.

[ennabear]

haii!! i originally wasn’t gonna participate in sevika week because i haven’t been feeling too motivated recently, butttt i didn’t wanna miss out completely so here we are!! i offer you some sweet fluff… hope u like :3

—day 2: to fix you

casually thinking about the intimacy of helping sevika fix her mech arm. way before she knew how fix it herself, about half of her arm was blown to bits and pieces by one of jinx’s evil new creations. no matter how hard she tried to convince silco to get rid of her, he stood his ground and decided to let the fucker stay.

so she comes to you, her usual scowl replaced by a look of exhaustion, and timidly asks if you know a thing or two about mechanics. and now she’s here, sitting on a barstool while you poke and prod at her with different tools. it’s almost shocking to see her like this— she’s so… soft? she’s trusting you fully, letting you fix her up while she’s in pain. physically from the explosion, and mentally from the constant annoyance.

“sevika…? did you hear me?” you ask, derailing her thought train. she pries herself out of her stupor, mumbling an apologetic “no, sorry.” you chuckle at her, grabbing a few nuts and bolts to shove back into your tool box. “no worries,” you laugh. “i was just saying how i did the best i could, but some parts are gonna need to be completely remade. it’ll probably take a few days so i suggest going easy on yourself and coming back later.”

her face melts into a sappy smile, absolutely beaming at your kindness. weren’t you afraid of her? everyone else in the undercity is, why were you so gentle? she nods, staring up at you with twinkling silver eyes, and pulls you in by the waist.

“thank you.” she whispers, so closely that you can feel her breath tickling your face. you reach out to take her face in your hands, caressing the smooth scars under your fingertips as softly as possible. and before you know it, her lips are on yours. the kiss is so tender it makes your heart twist.

her cheeks heat up, a faint red color painting her face with featherlight strokes. she pulls away and smiles, “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

[yuyulie]

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Posting this since somebody asked for it, a very simple rosary. Enjoy!

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[homiu-l]

random limbus post edit [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

feat. When You Learn New Language From Your Coworker At Another District

[marshmallowgoop]

No matter how special it is, a kid's lunch is still just a kid's lunch.

I dunno, I liked "The Genius Restaurant" (Episode 1,089).

Happy (belated) birthday, Jimjam.

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[cae-ruleam]

some sketches wuaghuwag

[gophergal]

Life on the farm

[kingofpuppets]

elden ring dlc spoilers

since i could not find it transcribed anywhere, here’s what ansbach says about the miquella’s crosses you can report to him

Belurat, Tower Settlement Cross

I abandon here my arm sinistral.

Sir Ansbach: “As suspected, Kindly Miquella has visited the lands which hold the tower. And appears intent on wholly dispossessing himself of his flesh. He must be seeking entrance to the tower of shadow.”

Scaduview Cross

I abandon here my eye.

Sir Ansbach: “I can hardly believe it, he’s divested himself of his very eye… Tender Miquella’s eye is no mere morsel of flesh. It is a vessel of soaring grace. Proof of his Empyrean lineage. I wonder, does Miquella the Kind intend to sever his very birthright? His fate as a child of the Erdtree?”

Cerulean Coast Cross

I abandon here my doubt and vacillation.

Sir Ansbach: “To think there was a cross left in such a faraway place… And that deep purple water lilies would be blooming there. This can only mean Kindly Miquella has divested himself even of that… His adoring other self, his blossom of slumber.”

as far as i know, these are the only three you can report to him before he moves to the storehouse in shadow keep, where you can no longer report to him.

also, because i could not find it transcribed anywhere either,

After the breaking of Miquella’s charm

Sir Ansbach: “Kindly Miquella has discarded his Great Rune. The fog that vexed my aging faculties has been lifted. And follies better left forgotten haunt me once again. Once, in an attempt to free Lord Mohg of his enchantment, I challenged Tender Miquella, only to have my own heart rather artfully stolen. I knew not how weak I was. I believed that with sufficient mastery, even an Empyrean would be within the reach of my blade. I could not have been more mistaken… Miquella the Kind… is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.”

If spoken to again: “Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed.”

[luonscribbles]

have a very merry fluffyvenom christmas!!!

Haha thank you! :D <3 Here's a crisemas story

[becca-e-barnes]

I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏

"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.

"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.

"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."

God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.

He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.

"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.

You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.

"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."

Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.

"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.

"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.

Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.

You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.

"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.

"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.

You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.

His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.

He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.

"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.

[tj-crochets]

Okay in the interest of actually going to the darn post office and mailing things, I think I am going to not make that bird for that baby gift set, but that does leave me sort of between projects, so it is once again time for

*those are the colors she requested, I have the fabric, and I think I even have a pattern in mind (that baby quilt one I originally intended for beach quilt scraps)