#THIS TOOK ME WAYYYY TOO LONG

[rinaspotato]

You have become the Oldest Dream

[a-tired-ace]

seek paleblood to transcend the hunt

[thegoosegoeshoooooooooonk]

oh really?

you ever notice how there's no special hat for scientists

[t0esniffer69]

what the hell sky!!!

[arcanegifs]

[luhman16]

Rain world art month day 14, Leviathan Snake

[kairithemang0]

Step away from the vehicle

Step away from the vehicle

Get back in the vehicle

Get back in the vehicle

Slowly get out of the vehicle

Slowly get out of the vehicle

Do the things I say, I'm a cop

Get those hands step away whee-yoo from the up vehicle whee-yoo

Get those hands step away whee-yoo from the up vehicle whee-yoo

Get back put those hands whee-yoo in the vehicle down whee-yoo

Get back put those hands whee-yoo in the vehicle down whee-yoo

Get those hands slow get whee-yoo out of the up vehicle whee-yoo

Get those hands slow get whee-yoo out of the up vehicle whee-yoo

Do the whee-yoo up things I down say whee-yoo

I'm a cop

[blood-mocha-latte]

part one of a belated birthday gift for the wonderful @ep6bastogne <33

OTHER PEOPLE BY @ep6bastogne

Web always catches the overnight train from Chicago to Oakland.

[freckledjoes]

Yeah. Hot.

[stinkrascal]

morwen tabris 🤒

excuse me he asked for no pickles

[dumbasssdoodles]

The guy:0!

[legolasghosty]

kiss out of spite for willex plz and thank you (if this isn't too late I'm so behind lol)

You are absolutely not too late!!! I'm just very behind, lol! Hope you enjoy!

"Hey Hotdog," Willie says as he slides onto the bench beside his boyfriend, his board under his arm.

"Hi," Alex responds, that familiar smile crossing his face as he leans in to peck them gently on the mouth in greeting. "How was the ride over?"

"Great, all the dogs are out!" Willie answers. One of the things that makes this cafe one of his and Alex's date spots is that it's not too far to walk (or skate) to from either of their apartments. And the warm, spring weather makes it an easy place to meet up.

Alex laughs. "Oh I know, Reggie hasn't stopped texting the guys and I pictures all day."

Willie claps a hand to his chest in mock offense. "And he hasn't sent any to me?! I thought we were friends."

"Nope, you've been spared the spam of puppy pictures, he definitely likes you more than me," Alex argues lightly.

"What, you don't appreciate him sharing the cuteness of his day with you?" Willie teases.

The barista calls out Alex's name before the drummer can reply. Alex holds up a finger, as if to say Hold that thought, then rises and heads for the counter. Willie glances towards the menu board. Right, cafe, he should probably get something. They wonder if that new chocolate thing comes in decaf.

"Okay, I got one of the berry lemonades and one of this dutch chocolate mocha," Alex says, placing a tall glass and a large mug on the table. "Which do you want?"

Willie feels their face warming as they realize that Alex ordered drinks for both of them. "Um, I'm good with either," he says, trying to translate the way his heart skips a beat into a smile Alex can read. "Thank you."

Alex groans playfully. "Look, we both know I can't make decisions, so pick a drink, Covington." He sits down on the bench beside Willie and nudges both drinks in their direction.

Willie hesitates, glancing back and forth between the cups. "This is decaf, right?" he asks after a second, tapping the rim of the mug.

"Yep, can't have you going hyper or me throwing up," Alex confirms.

"I'll try that one then," Willie decides, wrapping both hands around the hot ceramic and lifting it.

"Perfect," Alex declares, taking a sip of the lemonade. "You'll have to tell me if it's good though, looked interesting."

"Will do." Willie takes a sip of the beverage, recoiling slightly when it burns their tongue. "Thank you," they repeat.

"Of course," Alex says, though the pink in his cheeks betrays his casual tone. "Gotta keep my partner well hydr-" He cuts himself off, probably realizing that drinking coffee is the opposite of hydrating. "Happy to," he finishes after a second.

Willie lets it go, since Alex already seems embarrassed. "So about all those dog pictures Reggie sent you," they hint instead, raising an eyebrow.

Alex chuckles, seeming glad for the change of topic. "What, you want to see them that bad?" he questions, incredulous. "There's a lot of them."

"Gimme!" Willie declares, reaching for the pocket of Alex's pink hoodie, where his phone usually resides.

"Okay okay okay," Alex giggles, holding up one hand in surrender while grabbing the device with the other.

He unlocks it and leans closer so Willie can see the screen. Feeling brave, Willie wraps an arm around his waist to guide him even closer. Alex's ears are turning pink, but he carefully slips his own arm around Willie's shoulders.

"So..." Alex hums, scrolling back through the Sunset Curve group chat on his phone, past dozens of pictures and messages. "Yeah all of this is from today," he continues, still scrolling. "But here's the first one I think."

Willie coos at the blurry picture of a couple of golden labs wrestling near a playground. Next is a spaniel on a walk with their human. Then a dog walker being nearly dragged across the sidewalk by four dogs of various sizes. Willie laughs at that one.

Alex scrolls down to the next one, but someone loudly clearing their throat pulls both of their attention away from the screen. On the other side of their table stands a tall, white man in jeans and a flannel shirt. He also has a very deep frown on his face.

"Hey, what's up?" Willie asks cautiously. He feels Alex's arm tense around his shoulders.

"What's 'up'," the guy snaps, putting air quotes around the second word, "is that you two are being all rowdy over here and bothering my family."

The guy has a slight southern accent, but the look on his face is anything but hospitable. Willie glances across the cafe to see a woman and three kids, probably all under the age of 10, a few tables away. The kids are making more noise than he and Alex were though.

"Sorry," Alex says quickly. "We weren't trying to, we'll be quieter."

The guy doesn't seem satisfied by that, which doesn't surprise Willie. They're pretty sure they know what this is actually about.

"You'd better get real quiet," the man says, taking a step closer. "I don't need you people exposing my kids to all your unnatural tenancies."

Willie feels Alex shrinking into their side and resists the urge to punch this guy in the face. Sure, they're both well aware that jerk homophobes are everywhere. But right now? Really? Alex is barely back from having to spend a weekend with his homophobic parents for a family reunion. Can't this jerk just mind his own business?

"With all due respect," Willie responds, his tone icy, "I think your kids aren't going to be eternally traumatized by me and my boyfriend being on a date while they're drinking hot chocolate in the same cafe. Please leave us alone."

"You people got some nerve," the man growls, one fist clenching.

Willie slides the hand that isn't on Alex's waist into his pocket, reaching for his pepper spray.

"Sure, we have guts," Alex cuts in, startling both the man and Willie. "But not because we're doing anything wrong. We're brave for still being out here when people like you are here too. People who want us dead just because we're queer."

Willie feels a rush of pride for his boyfriend in his chest. They know just how much Alex has had to fight against the homophobia drilled into him from an early age. They know all about how much pain it causes him when his parents continue to pretend that he isn't gay. They know how terrifying these situations are for the both of them. And Alex is standing up for them anyways.

"Yeah, and we're not going anywhere," Willie adds, feeling Alex's trembling. "It's not like being gay is anything new. It's just a part of humanity, whether you like it or not. So you might as well give up and leave us alone, because your big man act is just pathetic." He channels every bit of his dad into that last sentence. "Now either leave us be or we'll call the cops."

The guy splutters for a minute, then storms off. Alex just stares after him for a long moment, then turns to Willie with a nervous smile.

"You okay?" the drummer asks, brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

"Yeah, you?" Willie responds, catching Alex's hand with their own.

Alex nods. "I think so. I just wasn't really expecting that I guess."

"Me either," Willie says, taking in a deep breath.

He glances back over at the man's table to see him snapping at his kids to finish their drinks so they can leave. They can't help the smirk that pulls at their lips. The two of them did that. They stood up to that jerk and drove him off. Together.

"You did great," he tells Alex, squeezing his hand.

"Right back at you," Alex chuckles, his smile growing a bit. The drummer steals a look over at the other table as well. "Geez, sucks to be that guy's kids," he comments.

"Yeah," Willie agrees sadly. "Maybe he'll get better?"

Alex just shakes his head. Willie wonders if he reminded the drummer of his dad at all. But now isn't for thinking about jerks, they tell themself. Today is for having fun and being back together.

"Hey, you wanna tick that dude off a bit more?" Willie asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

Alex huffs a laugh. "Depends, what did you have in mind?"

Instead of verbally answering, Willie moves his arm from Alex's waist to cup the back of his neck. They move in closer, pausing a few inches away from his face to wait for an answer. Alex smirks and closes the distance between them in a warm, solid kiss.

Willie lets go of Alex's hand to cup his jaw as the drummer's fingers slide into their hair. It's firm and steady and it's not long before they're both smiling too much to keep kissing. The glare the homophobe shoots them as he herds his family out the door just makes them laugh.

"I missed you," Alex breathes into the space between them. "I know I wasn't actually gone for that long, but..."

"I get it," Willie responds softly. "I missed you too."

They separate fully after another minute. Willie's coffee is getting cold, but they don't really mind. "So my place after this?" he suggests. "We can get takeout for dinner and watch some cheesy gay romcom or something?"

"Sounds perfect," Alex agrees.

The End

[lostinthegrandeur]

welcome back to ryker posting actual drawings every few months!!!! up next we have dante :3

[mizzyislost]

harpy lilith my beloved <333

[god-has-entered-my-body]

bondage ?

what's mpind without a little bondage x

Matty loves being tied up because it takes away every inkling of power from him. He's turning himself over to you completely, trusting you to do whatever you can dream up.

His favourite method is rope or scarves, and staring at the marks they leave behind is almost better than the act of being tied up, the red standing out so beautifully against his pale skin. Watching you tie him up and tighten the knots gets him so worked up he can barely think, his hips bucking before you even get the chance to touch him.

So when George reveals his penchant for the art of Shibari, you can see clearly the way Matty's eyes light up.

George knows everything there is to know. Basic knots are like a second nature to him, and he only keeps learning more, the stack of books in his room evidence of that. Matty is quick to want to jump straight into it, telling him to string me up, darling.

He explains that there are measures to keep him safe if he's going to tie him up properly. Keeping medical shears nearby and always checking in, leaving a finger of space between him and the rope, and implicating a color system. Matty listens, and while he's a bit bored of it and just wants to get the the shagging aspect of the whole thing, he can tell how passionate George is about the subject.

He shows you his collection of rope, pink, red, black, and white jumping up at you against the wood of the box. You run your fingers over it, commenting that it feels oddly soft to the touch. George scoffs quietly, muttering something to him as Matty holds it up to his skin, letting the rope rub against it to get a feel for what he's getting himself into.

Watching George work on Matty ignites a fire inside of you, your eyes admiring the pretty pink rope criss-crossing over Matty's bare chest, tightening. Matty lets out these soft moans that sound like a heavy breaths if your weren't paying attention as George flips him over, yanking his arms back to tie them behind his back. Matty yelps at the sudden, violent action, surprised and so incredibly turned on as his eyes meet yours, glazed over and hazy as the rope limits his movement dramatically.

Matty writhing against the mattress as you trace the intricate designs on his skin is an image that will be burned into your brain until the day you die. George breathes heavily as you grab him by the hair, pulling him in for a mind numbing kiss, a groan ripping itself from his throat. Matty watches, blissed out and tied up, unable to do anything but experience every sensation tenfold, sweat making his curls stick to his forehead.

George is a rigger, sure, but that doesn't exclude him from wanting to be restrained as well. He likes scarves, the feeling on them on his wrists as Matty drags him by the makeshift cuffs, pinning him to the bed. You grab his hands from him, holding him down while Matty straddles his waist, grinding down with a filthy smirk plastered onto his face, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

The feeling of Matty's arse against his rock-hard cock drives George crazy, his thoughts interrupted by you leaning down to plant a messy kiss on his lips, your chin bumping his nose. The powerlessness George feels while you hold his wrists down above his head makes him dizzy, the sight of his cock down Matty's throat only adding to the pleasure he's already feeling, a wanton moan spilling from his lips.

You like leather cuffs. Getting cuffed to the headboard with George manhandling you and Matty cooing soft praise into your ear is something plucked straight from your dreams, their touch making your head spin.

The sight of both of them between your legs, spreading them apart is delicious. George lets his fingers trace light circles on your clit as Matty nips the insides of your thighs, licking over the soft skin. Both peering up at you, they grin wildly before connecting their lips, the kiss all tongue and teeth and spit as Matty whines into it, feeling George snake a hand into his hair.

It goes on like this. They take turns eating you out, coming up for air only to make out messily, panting and moaning into each other desperately.

[solitairechimney]

Oooo very intrigued by the Bobby storyline setup