#but alas . it flopped

[quotidianish]

A drunk Chilchuck animation I made in a hurry. Audio from the Dofus Movie (2015)!

[menlikeair]

WASH MY LOVE. [eddie vedder x fem!reader]

mdni. smut kinda fwb, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, marking, rough-ish sex, slight voyeurism.

words: 2k

the barricade swayingly pressed against your ribcage in waves, each time pushing a huff of breath from your lungs as the crowd swayed and moshed with each song.

the long-haired frontman swinging from the rafters of a club they’d long since outgrown as artists didn’t help the excitement of the youthful mob shoving you forward.

finally, after encore, the lights dimmed and the antsy crowd seemed to slowly disperse. a handful made their way around the side of the stage, flashing their working or backstage passes to the burly cross-armed men guarding the dimly lit entrance. you obliged to the ritual and flashed your own to make your way down the graffitied hallway.

behind you, a voice rang out and you slowly turned on your heels,

“so…” a woman grinned mischievously. her heavily ringed fingers brought a cigarette to her stained lips, remnants of clinique black honey. she blew the thin stream of smoke up towards the ceiling before meeting your gaze again.

“you and vedder, what’s the situation?..”

you grinned and shook your head. news traveled fast in certain social circles. the woman pushed strands of her jet-black pixie cut from her eyes as she searched your face for any further answers.

“we’re just friends… that’s all.”

she hummed in a dissatisfied tone, a slight expression of disbelief flashed across her face, “and you’re a bad liar.” she nudged your shoulder as you walked together down the hallway closer to the room at the end of the hall buzzing with chatter and music.

the room looked like a barber's worst nightmare, nothing but wild long hair and drab flannel as far as the eye could see. your eyes grazed over the group of chattering bandmates, roadmen, friends, and groupies until they landed on the man to the side with his damp shirt thrown over his shoulder. you watched his large hands, one clutching to a dark green beer bottle, as he laughed and retold stories to a group who hung onto every word.

you floated around the room and said your hellos, took tokes that were offered until a familiarly strong hand landed on your shoulder. he teasingly squeezed, pulling your gaze directly to his defined face.

the aura from the man was almost overwhelming. with his pupils blown with adrenaline, you almost didn’t recognize him. you noticed as his surprisingly broad chest quickly rose and fell. you imagined the mound of muscle behind his ribcage quickly thumbing against its strong wall.

in the scene, you’d learned why musicians quickly fell into cycles of drinking and drug abuse, it was nearly impossible for the artists to just go home with a cup of tea and rest on the couch. the epinephrine coursing through them as the aftermath of a packed show was visceral.

eddie leaned to sit his beer down before his hand grasped yours and pulled you through the chattering crowd. he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind the two of you. his grin slowly spread across his face,

“haven’t seen that mug around here in a while,” he leaned closer to press a sloppy kiss against your tense cheek, teasingly rubbing the sweaty dampness from his tanned skin against you. you lightly squealed as you pushed him away playfully.

“well, i don’t like seeing this mug swinging twenty feet above my head,“ you grinned, letting your smooth hand trail down his arm, grasping his and pulling your shirt up,

“see? too wild for me anyway.” the rail of the barricade pushing against your upper rips had already made its mark. light stripes of purple and red marked your skin as you glanced up at his reaction, his skillful fingers brushing over the marks.

“hm, let me see.” eddie crouched lower, placing his hands on each side of your waist as if to examine the marks as you held your shirt up to show the evidence.

“oh, baby, look at you...” he hummed deeply, almost mischievously as he flashed a familiar smirk, his pupils still blown with post-show adrenaline as he glanced upwards to meet your gaze. the man brushed a wild curl behind his ear before pulling your shirt over his head, his breath warm against the skin of your torso.

eddie’s teeth grazed the growing bruise, forcing you to suck sharply through your teeth before his hands slid to your back, teasingly tugging at the hooks of your bra strap, “but too wild for you is a stretch.” he murmured deviously.

“eddie!” you clutched his shoulder tightly, feeling his methodical fingers unclipping the material, “eddie, stop that!” you whisperingly muttered, squeezing his exposed shoulder tighter.

“shh,” he shushed beneath the fabric of your shirt as his hand trailed back to your torso, his fingers feathering over your hardening nipple.

“what if someone sees,” you swallowed down nervously, feeling your knees weaken as his perfectly straight teeth grazed your nipple teasingly,

“nobody’s gonna see,” he muttered deeply, taking his head out of your shirt to stand, keeping his hands beneath the material as he wrapped them around you to tightly press you against his chest, leaning his head to press faint kisses along the side of your neck,

“you haven't missed this?” he muttered, barely more than a raspy whisper, “haven’t missed me?”

your heart fluttered, the answer hidden on your tongue, where it had been hidden for weeks, but you couldn’t muster the words.

you could only think of the first time you’d met the man, the first time you’d seen him on stage. his face flushed a deep red, he could barely look out into the stagnant crowd as he sang; a stark difference to the man in front of you now.

but he wasn’t going to prod more, he wanted to feel your answer. he pulled his lips from your neck and turned to guide you to the corner, hidden behind large stacked cases full of equipment.

“this okay?” his gaze flashed to you as you nodded quickly, his head dipping down as he lifted your shirt once again, his tongue sliding across your hard nipple. his lips trailed down further, and his palms pressured your chest, forcing you to sit on the equipment case with your back against the wall. his palm slid between your legs, parting them with ease before his fingers hooked and ripped the dark pantyhose beneath your short skirt.

“look at this,” his words made the bundle of nerves between your legs ache with impatience. eddie pulled back to gaze up at you from between your legs, his fingertips slid between the wet folds between your legs. your face flushed as he teasingly tsked at the sight of you, short skirt, no underwear, the answer was right in front of him, words weren’t necessary.

his mouth fell agape in mock surprise, his eyes not daring to leave yours as the pad of his thumb rubbed small circles against your clitoris, “what happened, forget them at home, baby?” he grinned, a deep crimson crept across your high cheekbones.

“i... i just..thought we —” you whined sweetly, your hand instinctively going down to entangle your fingers with his brown curls,

“mm..” he hummed knowingly, interrupting your useless whispered explanation. his hands roughly grasped each thigh to part them as he lapped an agonizingly slow stripe against your soaking womanhood, his eyes focused on the sight of your flushed cheeks and lidded expression.

your breath hitched in anticipation as he dropped his head, allowing his tongue to slowly circle your sensitive clit, his tongue dipping down to lap up the drips of wetness sliding down your slit.

“right.. there, please...” you whined sweetly, rolling your head back in an attempt to string any conscious thought together as he slipped two fingers inside and out slowly.

your legs attempted to press together, but eddie’s strong fingers dug into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he forced them open, his tongue working against your clit busily, entirely enveloped by you. your scent. your skin. warmth against his mouth and around his fingers. exactly where we wanted to be.

“eddie,” you moaned, rolling your hips against his busy tongue. each movement from him was mindless and uncalculated, allowing his instinct to guide each action. he wanted to force you to show him just how much you’d missed him and you were doing that.. beyond expectation as your movements became tense and your orgasm approached swiftly. you held his tongue in place and rocked your hips against him as his fingers and mouth coaxed you further, his fingers still working you over.

your legs shakily closed as eddie stood and wrapped his hands around each hip to guide you and help your weakened legs stand. he turned you, allowing your hands to rest on the equipment case for grounding as his two middle fingers parted your swollen lips from behind. he forced your mouth open, letting the slickness of your tongue guide his fingers back into your mouth. your taste flooded your tastebuds as you wrapped your lips around him and sucked his slick fingers clean, “mm, just like that.” his words were course and deep, an extra layer of baritone to his already strong voice.

you heard the undoing of his belt buckle and felt his thickness pressed against you from behind, heavy and hot against your skin. his tip leaked with pre-cum and he reached down to align himself with your sensitive entrance. he slipped inside slowly, an almost unintelligible moan escaped from his parted lips as your tightness wrapped around his thick cock. his fingers fell from your lips and his hands roughly grasped each hip to slowly guide you back further onto his cock.

he let you adjust to his size as he filled you from behind.

you weakly turned your head to the side as he leaned his chest completely against your back and joined your lips. his tongue sloppily slipped into your mouth as the slow rhythmic movement of his hips quickened, one free hand trailing up to run his fingers through your hair before grasping a handful at the root. he forced your head back further with a tug as both his cock and tongue deepened inside.

he parted the kiss, allowing breathy moans to fall from your flushed swollen lips, “feels so good,” your eyes rolled back as his lidded and darkened gaze observed each movement from you almost primitively.

“listen to you… everyone’s gonna know how much of a slut you are, getting fucked out here in the open, is that what you want?” he muttered against your ear as he increased the pace, the harshness of his pounding and grasp on your hair becoming relentless. his wide palm fell against your asscheek, his fingers gripping you tightly as a sharp burning sensation filled the spot of his hand. and another swift spank followed behind.

you whined inaudibly and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip in a failed attempt to stifle your needy whines and groans. you tip-toed to push your ass against his tense naval as you gave him the perfect angle to slide deeper with his cock. the man hummed in approval as his lips dipped down to press warm kisses against the side of your neck once more, sucking the thin skin and sinking his teeth to leave small marks in place of his lips; a keepsake, your souvenir. he knew you weren’t one for overpriced band shirts anyway.

you arched your back as another wave of ecstasy hit you like a brick wall without warning. your name fell from his lips like a hopeless prayer as he followed suit seconds later. eddie’s strong grasp released you as his forehead fell against your shoulder in his orgasm, his thrusts slowed lazily and his moans deepened and went hoarse against your skin. you both panted weakly, your body weakened and limped beneath his weight.

“i really did miss you.” your words were almost incoherent as you turned to face limply towards the man adjusting his belt and and quietly tucking an unruly curl behind his ear before nodding in knowing.

with a satisfied smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips, snaking his arm around the small of your waist to pull you closer to his chest.

“i know,” he mumbled into your hair as the burning question on his tongue was answered now, and not only physically.

[thesims2comics]

Sandra Roth as an Ace Attorney! I adjusted her outfit a little bit to make it fit more as na AA sprite :)

Bonus:

no this totally didn't have anything to do with my poll from a week ago Had an idea Sandra being in charge of solving the Pleasantview murder while also instead of hating Jules becoming friends with her (kinda like her lil Legally Blonde arc)

[joogios]

As peeved off as I am that we never got to see Zeke’s teenage-adulhood commitent to workplace racism + discrimination in the form of his rise to power in Marley I do think it is a funny detail that the premise is about “freedom” and Eren’s out there manipulating his family’s memories and actions left right and centre Grisha Kruger Zeke’s own mother Dina etc etc etc and yet Zeke is (presumably) the only person exempt from this. Eren doesn’t know what his half-brother went through. Grisha once within the Walls doesn’t know what his first son went through. Dina turned into a mutilated murderous Smiling Titan doesn’t know the fate of her only child, the only one in the family to look like her. The viewer doesn’t know what the once main antagonist went through. Zeke is a character that keeps secrets and cannot/does not get close to anyone and yet the only “freedom” he can get is the retaining of his past and his own memories in a world where even those can be manipulated.

[billysjoel]

🎃 TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT 🎃

RULES:

Use the tag #USERTJ to share your creations (and so I can reblog them)

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THINGS TO KNOW:

This event is open to anyone who wants to participate -- gifmakers, editors, etc. -- and you do not have to be following me if you don't want to! Create gifsets, graphics, moodboards, whatever you enjoy!

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PROMPTS:

DAY 1: A movie you watch every spooky season DAY 2: A Halloween comedy DAY 3: Based on real events DAY 4: Your favorite horror movie DAY 5: A Halloween TV show episode or special DAY 6: Favorite animated villain(s) DAY 7: Vampires DAY 8: A horror franchise or series DAY 9: Favorite movie monster DAY 10: Favorite horror director(s) DAY 11: A non-scary Halloween movie or show DAY 12: Found footage DAY 13: Ghosts DAY 14: A classic horror film DAY 15: Your favorite horror TV show DAY 16: Favorite gore/slasher film DAY 17: A spooky musical DAY 18: Black cats DAY 19: An animated Halloween movie or show DAY 20: Fictional serial killers DAY 21: A recent horror film (from 2010 or later) DAY 22: Favorite thriller(s) DAY 23: Haunted houses DAY 24: Favorite live action villain(s) DAY 25: A movie or show that isn't horror, but still scared you DAY 26: WitchesDAY 27: LGBT+ in horrorDAY 28: Favorite final girlDAY 29: Mike Flanagan films and shows DAY 30: Take a piece of media that isn't horror and make it horror DAY 31: Wildcard -- your choice

Below the cut, I'm tagging those who reblogged my original poll regarding this event and were either interested in participating or signal boosting, as well as some moots who've expressed interest in all things Halloween and horror.

@connie-rubirosa @laurabenanti @heroeddiemunson @ianmckellen @gatortillmans @evermoredlx @fabines @katieskrsgard @jakeperalta @finalgirlsidney @ghouls-ghoul @azrphales @sculien @katesharmasheart @natscatorrcio @magicaplin @logangarfield @tutontawan @ghosttfaces @iichliwps @nessa007 @antlerqueer @emmaswns @captain-hen @bloodcrimsonrain (so sorry if i missed anyone!)

[that-seems-stupid-lets-do-it]

an !!! i haven't drawn her in a while. don't mind the pose because i didn't use a reference and also. where she is it's very cold and so she must wear both pants and then shorts to be stylish (I COMPLETELY FORGOT SHE ALREADY HAD SHORTS ON BUT I DID THE LINEART. SCREW IT ANYWAYS) extra versions + maaaaybe headcanons (?) under the cut :]

you can use my art for stuff like profile pictures also !! just credit me ok slight rambling time - I think an is way too good at window washing and cleaning (mainly from helping her dad out at weekend garage). she can get it done in like 5 seconds and it'll be the cleanest thing you've ever seen in your life - her headphones are just. fully broken. they're only there for style. they weren't even wireless at first. the wires just kind of detached and she keeps saying, "okay, i'm going to get a new pair of headphones. i'll do it tomorrow i swear" and it never happens ever because it isn't at the top of her priorities - still has the recorder from elementary school, brings it out occasionally uses it solely to annoy akito. the only songs she can play are hot cross buns, mary had a little lamb, and if we're stretching it maybe a twinkle twinkle little star

[icicleteeth]

The real reason i dont care much about numbers is because, every time without fail, the pieces of mine that i personally like the most always do the least number wise, but im not gonna stop drawing the stuff i like the most just for numbers so they dont mean anything to me

[lotuseatingstone]

ive made a grave discovery thats gonna do irreparable damage to my person. i will not suffer alone.

was looking at some of zenos' character models and first of all why he so bandaged up lmao all he did was nearly decapitate himself.

but then

hello?????????????? HE WEARS FLIP FLOPS???????

[gregmarriage]

we be representing during pride month!!!

[tetedurfarm]

i have GOT to stop thinking 'it is safe to let the goats in the yard unsupervised, they can't get to the corn anymore' because yes they can. and you won't see them and be able to react in time to shoo them off because your desk is in front of the window now. they WILL decapitate half of your stalks and eat the silks off of five ears and ruin your crop that you already stress about every year

at least they 'helped' me sort this clusterfuck, i guess 🙄

[fadeintoyou1993]

cannot fucking wait til this brat summer shit ends y'all are annoying

[ppulverse]

wearing a dress for the first time in a year

[glennmillerorchestra]

he’s not such a bad boy, no more! 😈

[tryanmybest]

anyway it's skip hours

[ilsafaaust]

taylor swift playlists for my favourite couples [1/?]

kevin & sophie {this is us}

[ak4rin]

on a serious talk i was supposed this week but preparations for my cosplay weekend has taken over life besides uni and work lol. so like this post and i will send a few prompts to get interactions going! multis please specify, you don't have to answer to all prompts etc etc