#ah!

[myhusbandsasemni]

YOOOOOOO THIS SOUNDS SO SICK! I will def take a look at that. And not to compare your story to another one, but this sounds like journey to the west in all the best ways. Also, you have my HEART with dwarves carved from real stone. That's one of my favorite Dwarf genres, if that makes sense. And a side romance is totally fine, it's the stories that feature the romance in the foreground heavily that gets on my ace nerve. I'm always here for a little romance in side characters, ESPECIALLY established relationships. I'mma take a look through the tag you left now. Thank you!

Looking for new writing friends!

I'm active again! Wahoo and everything! I'm looking for people who are also actively talking about their own stories on their blogs. Preferably fantasy with no romance, but if you think your story is fun/angsty and unique, please reblog this and talk about your story. Even if it is a romance thing you can use this post to talk about it! I'll start.

My story is about a prince who gets turned into a goose and his friend, the leader of a seaside clan who gets turned in a duck and the two have to try and stop a combined coup from happening. It's very silly and maybe inspired by the untitled goose game.

[artsarasp]

[Mission Objective: Run.]

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[wyervan]

👁️ 👁️ hey. I love your creepy moon

hey. i think he likes you too.

[catliker49]

Surprise!

Quite literally! I have Finally drawn again! I am so Happy! My style is a bit rough.. or perhaps I should say... ruff! (Haha, sorry!) but that's just because I have not drawn anything other than my Final Piece for the past few months!

OH!! SPEAKING OF! I GOT DISTINCTIONS IN EVERYTHING! HAHA! (The highest grade for everything! Yay!) OOH! And! Final thing.. I am starting to use my name for my Signature, so, if you can spot it, that is why it does not say Catliker :O)

[megalomaniacz]

Ellie holding a hand over ur mouth bc ur being too loud in public and telling u to 'take it like the good girl I know u are'

Omg imagine her saying this while u are sucking her off

nsfw! 𐙚₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ellie fingering you in a public restroom but you’re being so loud she threatens to stuff your “loud ass mouth” with her fingers, make you gag and drool all over yourself until you learn how to shut the fuck up. (omg who said that?)

and she’s saying this while calmly shushing you. like actually what the fuck. in the sweetest tone she’ll whisper “shh shh, you’re being so fucking loud. shut the fuck up. just stop whining and take it. take it like the good girl i know you are. make me proud.”

and that’s not helping! like at all actually. ofcourse you end up dripping your wetness into a puddle on the floor because her voice is making your brain go fuzzy and you can literally taste yourself on her fingers.

and gagging on her cock while she calls you a good girl! looking up at her and nearly orgasming untouched from how hot she looks biting her lip staring down at you. she’s got this fucking filthyyyy ass mouth. “just like that baby, you fucking take it. just like i taught you.”

[mikimeiko]

Pride (Stephen Beresford, 2014)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"I dunno. A car it's like... like I dunno I guess like," Steve bites his lip, leans back over the hood of his glorious beater he's been lovingly, 'n often painstakingly, fixin' up. There's a hotness burnin' up the back of his throat that pisses him off to no end. He shuts his eyes, runs a hand over his face, tries again.

"Like, when you work with a car there's just- like- there's kinda these-ugh!" Steve scowls. There are tears of frustration burnin' up behind his eyes 'n that just pisses him off more. He knows what he's trying to say so why can't he just say it.

"Take your time, man." Soda tilts his head to the side, absentmindedly pulls a thread out of his DX shirt. He's not like most guys Steve knows. The kind that make him feel like there was somethin' fuckin' wrong with him for needin' a minute to put his words in order. Or the kind that politely looked away when hot tears stacked up behind his eyes. No, Soda looked right at him like he had all the time in the world 'n he was spendin' it on purpose with Steve. Just waitin' on him to say what he meant.

God. Sometimes Steve felt like the luckiest guy alive. But then Soda leans over 'n steals the last bite of Steve's hotdog 'n the effect is mildy ruined.

Steve pulls his knees up across the hood 'n rests his head back on the windshield. He can feel the Tusla sun beatin' down even through his DX shirt. It had been a slow day. A Thursday in the middle of August when the end of summer clung to everythin' 'n hung heavy 'n slow in the air.

"When you're workin' on a car, only half of it is knowin'. You gotta be able to sorta sense some of it." Steve wrinkles his nose, shakes his head. "Does that make any sense?"

He peeks around his leg to see Soda. He's layin' flat on his back on the car parked beside Steve's. A beetle bug that they were supposed to be replacing the oil valve gasket in. But it would be a quick job 'n even Soda wasn't immune to the way August made you want to just sit still for a moment. The hood on Soda's was significantly more sloped 'n he kept almost slidin' off. But when Steve looks over Soda's got his head to the side, blinkin' at Steve, blonde hair fallin' in waves around his eyes.

"Oh. Like a horse." Soda nods to himself, almost slides right off onto his ass again.

"Huh?" Steve sits up, raises an eyebrow 'n Soda slips off the front, clambers onto Steve's beater.

"Like a horse." Soda's grinnin' wide with all his teeth like only Soda can.

"Ok. Wanna elaborate?" Steve have never gotten into the rodeo thing as much as Soda had. He'd go, sure. Hell, he'd ridden once or twice but he was never like Soda. He had loved those things. Well. Until.

"When you're ridin' a horse, right? You can't think about it like you 'n the horse are two separate things. The second you do that, that horse is gonna realize it don't want you on it one bit. You gotta sense what it wants. What it needs. 'Cause the horse sure as hell ain't gonna tell you. I figure, it's the same with a car, right? Like, sure, you can teach someone how to ride but they gotta have that extra somethin' that makes you good at it. You can teach any loser to fix a part but it takes somethin' to be a mechanic. Right?"

Steve blinks at Soda. Once, twice. Soda's eyes are bright 'n focused like they always are when he talks about ridin'.

"Yeah, somethin' like that."

"Well, that makes sense. You put that real good Stevie." And Steve snorts 'n doesn't remind him one bit that it was him that put it all together.

Soda grins at him, worries his lip, 'n slouches back down. "I miss it. Y'know?"

And Steve does know. 'Cause whatever you needed to go all the way? Soda had it. Soda absently runs his thumb around his kneecap, frowns.

That was the problem with these slow August days. They were fit for rememberin' even when you didn't want to.

"Hey, Steve?" Soda folds legs up under him, pushes his bangs from his eyes.

"Yeah, Sodapop?"

"I think you got it. Whatever it is. You're gonna make it big time. One day I'm gonna turn around 'n you're gonna be on the front of one of them car magazines." Steve's heart does a sudden, violent ache.

"Yeah, I'll be the girlie in the bikini, draped over some hot rod." Steve leans back on the windshield again, drops a hand to his forehead.

"Nah, that's my job. Lemme be the arm candy, it's all I'm good for." 'N Soda's grinnin' 'n laughin' but it's not funny. Really.

A car pulls into the DX 'n Soda slides off the hood 'n goes to take their gas. Two kids clamber out, hay clingin' to their clothes, wreakin' like a stable 'n huge grins plastered on their faces. Soda pulls up short, mid-step.

Steve hurries to catch up with him. Soda's got this kind of, longin' in his eyes, his smile waverin'. Steve puts a hand between his shoulder blades 'n Soda's grin pulls right back up at the corners like a puppet.

"Shame they ain't girlies, could have gotten a real sweet tip." Soda starts back up again, takin' long lopin' steps.

"Hey Soda!" Soda stops, spins halfway around. "Some people get it for one thing. Cars or horses or writin' or whatever. Whatever you got Soda? It's better than all that shit. 'Cause you don't fix up cars. You fix up people."

Soda blinks at him. "You didn't stutter or nothin'."

"I didn't." Soda tilts his head, the boys in the car hit their horn, a song blasts from a passin' truck, the sun beats down.

"Like horses?" Soda's hair is like a halo in the light, his eyes big 'n waitin'.

"Like horses."

[an-otter-with-a-solder]

[thegrlforgotten]

Drop the dead weight, I’m moving past this. 🖤

[eighth-circle-criminal]

Anotha one for u 😚

[curtvilescomic]

Gun Honey Collision Course cover by Adam Hughes

[deep-sea-horror]

[artsarasp]

Give Shang Qingqua the 12 + 1 peak lords Achievement, he deserves it. He can do it. His little scum rat hamster big cheeks lil guy òwó energy was made for it. It's almost 2am and you gave me cumplane visions ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER GAY DISASTERS. CREATOR, ARTIST, WHY DO YOU HATE ME SUCH-

Oh my god Qinghua suplexing Mobei-jun i think Mobei's soul will ascend on the spot (or sth else will)

it's almost 2 am here too SO YOU SUFFER WITH ME! GOODNIGHT!!

[bettertwin9000]

Gang PLEASE do not watch Squid Game season 2 PLEASE JUST DONT

[comicbookwomen]

Adam Hughes - Vampirella goes to Sin City