#but we'll get there eventually

[kusakichan15]

Don getting wrecked 👀💦

Scene for a Pres! Loki x Don spin-off story idea I'm working on with @thosegayoldmen and @mystic-voyager 🤭🤭🤭 And here's a different fic that @mirilyawrites wrote for this 😳😳 Full pic here

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Tagged by @jezifster! This actually comes from a prompt ask you sent in. Which will be done...soon-ish.

How-To: Post seven lines from a piece of writing you're working on. Then, if possible or you want to, tag seven other writers to play.

Content Advisory: Mildly suggestive, I guess?

“Look, I’m not trying to bully you into sharing. I would appreciate you just saying so if you don’t want to talk about something, though.”

Kinslayer's voice flowed directly into his ear and trickled down through his ribs to pool, warm and heavy, in his belly. Isaac gulped and swallowed a repeat apology.

���I don't mind, er, sharing. I just, uh. Don’t know if I’d be overstepping my bounds.”

Full version here

Softly tagging: @space-writes @thatndginger @captain-kraken @sunset-a-story @chauceryfairytales @pertinax--loculos @drawnecromancy

[biffybobs]

Family BBQ on the last weekend of Summer 🍖☀️

Noa and Teddy are the closest in age of this generation and she spent the whole time teasing him 🤪

[zephyrofalltrades]

Holding on - but just barely. ;A;

🐍

[madame-mongoose]

A little bit ago you talked about moving into an apartment

is everything going well?

Well!!!! I was supposed to be moved a while ago. But things fell through with the apartment complex I was gonna live in. So I had to scramble and find a place with my sister (bc everywhere else is just too expensive). We're moving out this weekend now!!! Very excited

[crypticjackal13]

Writing (mini ramble! Not bad!)

Hey gang! Happy new years 🥳 for the time being my requests are still closed as I am trying to build the habit of writing for myself again. You all are WONDERFUL and I am not targeting ANYONE in particular, however in the mix of doing request after request, I keep forgetting to enjoy my own process.

So in an effort to build myself up again, the next thing I post will be me infodumping and gushing over Nezha Reborn Wukong, since right now he's keeping me going 💪 and not even gonna lie I kin him more and more as I learn about him lmao

So yeah! Major spoiler warnings, obviously, and don't worry, my requests will open again BEFORE February begins! And then I hope to do something fun for you guys :))

See you soon!

Much love, jackal <3

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

Shoutout to problematic musical artists who die and/or retire so that I can listen to them without feeling guilty <3

[myriahkamm]

Warm vent is warm. (And much nicer than the kitties who live here and don't like the fact that I'm living here now. I'm sure we'll be friends eventually.)

[sirenetica]

human!MirrorMystery anyone? no?

ok

[aquaridersunite]

I wish I had a cohesive like plot description for my book but it's just me going:

And muttering smth smth disabled demigods platonic queerships smth smth end of the world smth smth gay smth trauma trauma time travel ableism smth smth mmmmmm banana fish & she ra soup

[cubbihue]

Vhnemdkjf purble irep! Can we see more fairy irep and anti-fairy peri?

Yup!! During their schooling, where the most amount of swaps happened, the two would end up swapping in more than just color palettes!

Sometimes Peri would get caught scheming and plotting Irep's demise (Revenge for Ruining his Science Project). Or Irep will get caught doing something very nice and wholesome for another Fairy (Helping a new student find their way around school).

Just as Anti Cosmo and Cosmo has a bit of each other's personalities mixed up, Peri and Irep has a bit of an overlap in behaviors, haha. They both love to monologue, for example. The more swaps a pair does, the more mixed they get!

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

Your lamb design gives me such gender envy and I want to thank you for that. I love how you made them so muscular because it does make sense that you would need powerful muscles if you were to defeat 5 gods and numerous other powerful beings. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night, buff Lamb supremacy. :]

They were very muscular beforehand too! They had to manhandle cultists attempting to kill them and their siblings, and had to work to take care of their own homestead. Cutting wood, farming, building, etc. All on their own! You get a lot of muscle that way.

[restinsodaroni]

There's a very cute bag of Sun and Moon at Hot topic ( Damn, Hot topic sure loves to make merch of these two 😅 I know who's their favorite haha! )

Here's the link if you're interested!:

There's also a beanie of the two as well!

Again here's a link if you're interested!

And that's about it! 💫

[the-sun-station]

[it/she pronouns plsplspls]

working on a new sona and had to get a sketch of it from saintsucrose of courseeeeeee 💜 it doesn't have a name yet because that's always a huge stumbling block for us but y'know, priorities.

colors by my amazing gf @astrovernox :0333333333

[ikkosu]

TO LIVE AND TO SERVE

part three

(sentinel.gn.miner.reader)warnings : mild nsfw!!

one, two, three

HE'S  a lot more quiet when he's alone.

You found him in the Thirteenth suite (where the Prime's statues were concocted in tribute to their deaths, as well as serving as the strategy room for military use).

He was by the round table, nursing a cup of energon while he stared blankly ahead, lost in the colorful blurs of the Iaconian lights that shone through the arched glass windows.Three bottles of engex littered the table. To your baffled confusion, you also counted around thirteen cups, possibly more, on the ground, scattered.

Ever since he gave you the proposition to serve him, you hadn't interacted with the Prime for a while, given he was busy with his 'responsibility' as Prime and the most you'd seen him was his figure pottering along the halls and in and out of rooms. At these times, you tucked yourself away into your room, reading a book or exploring the limited areas of the castle you were permitted to use. Any farther than that were gauranteed a violation. He'd take you back to the mines.

You didn't want that. 

But in regards to his behavior, this has gotten quite frequent, you notice. After every conference about his expeditions, or a trivial meeting for that matter, led him cooped up in the Thirteenth Suite.

He was different.

No grandiose gestures, no banter, no anything —none of that pretense you know holds up everytime a crowd cheers. Watching him change through the screen and in here,  disconcerting wasn't the word you'd exactly use to describe him. Unpredictable was better. There was nothing more dangerous than a mech with unpredictable motives. 

You didn't know which side you preferred.

" There you are." 

You blinked out of your stupor and found him swivelled towards you. He tipped his helm back with a smile, placing his cup down. "Where have you been?" 

You weren't sure whether to step into the room or not so you teetered by the doorway and tightened your servo into a fist. 

"Exploring, my liege." You say, cautious. 

"You're not hiding away from me, are you?" He mused. 

You glance to the exit. " No, sir. Not at all. Airachnid showed me around ...and lost my way.." 

" Happens all the time. You'll get used to it.." He chuckled and patted his thighs, which spreads out a little to expose his panel. You look away, digits digging deeper into your palm.

 He cocked a brow and leaned back with his elbows both on the handle. "Second thoughts?" 

You didn't meet his gaze as you neared, fixated on a particular spot on the statue of the Prime behind him. Megatronus's mask. The hollow optics peered down. As though watching.

"Not at all." You say.

He hunched forward and held your waist, servos engulfing the entirety of the width. His digits glides over the intricate lines on your stomach, pressing against sensitive regions before feeling up your shoulder with his palms.

With a push against your back, you fell deeper into his embrace, servos a tacl against his shouders. You thought back to the drone with the dent on his chassis, and the image of Sentinel plunging a servo through your abdomen, sparks igniting, energon spooling out, plagued your mind. 

A little, you shake. He was too busy pressing is face against the spot between your shoulder and neck to notice you froze. With every vent of his intake and every touch of his wet, sticky lips against your cheek, angex prickles your olfactory sensors. Down the shoulder, his servos glides over the curve of your aft then to your thighs and squeezes it.

"Get on my lap." He nudged your jaw with his nose, breathy and eager. 

You swallowed. "Yes, my liege." 

"Oh, call me sir." He scoffed and leaned back as you swung your legs over his thighs. "It's pretentious when you say that." 

You don't say ...

You kept quiet, opting to put your servos on his shoulder while he tucked you close against his chassis. The servo on your back cupped the nape of your neck before pulling you close and into a wet kiss. You tensed up. However, he wasn't detterd and eased your mouth open with his glossa, large and slick , prodding against your own. 

Megatronus was behind, peering down. Watching.

" Feels good, doesn't it?" He said between breaths, tilting forward to taste the back of your mouth, dentas grazing your lips and tongue. 

You didn't know what to say. There was nothing worth saying, only putting your focus to breathe and not wince at how deep his digits are digging into your sides at how forceful he was trying to pull your body close. You made a sound as he tipped you forward, knees pressing against his side as he chased your mouth. 

In the moment of reprieve when he let go of your lips, you said "It does, sir." 

And Sentinel was about to lean in when the words register. He paused, pulled away and stared at you for a moment before laughing incredulously and, unfortunately, very deeply. You've never seen him this amused by what you've said. You could only strain your jaw not to be bothered by his reaction and shook along the vibration of his chassis. 

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and optics, as though wiping off a tear. 

"You know I hate liars." Eventually, he says. " Especially when they go into detailed, detailed stories about how they're not..."

He leaned forward until his helm, through your viewpoint, was under Megatronus's and vividly vividly you had the feeling the surrounding statues were staring, hollow optics turned to one mech. 

Sentinel.

"Insanely ridiculous, don't you think?"

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Joe: It's got elements of classical Greek architecture. As well as elements of not being on the ground, which are distinctly more modern.