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[cinamun]

An Immersive Experience | Next

(What are they dancing to?)

Dearest Readers,

On this, the final night of their honeymoon deep within the jungles of Selvadorada, Jayce and Hope Carruthers will soon wake up and begin their happily ever after. I hope you all stay tuned for whatever adventures await these newlyweds.

Brief recap under the cut.

It began with a simple ask, on one knee, in a shark costume...

...and it ended with a kiss, at the end of the aisle, after "I Do."

Now, after three days spent on the shores of Sulani, the deep woods of Granite Falls and the hidden royal baths of Selvadorada, the honeymoon has come to a twirling and dipping end with two lovers about to embark on a journey through simulated life, together, as one.

But what awaits their return? Jayce has only just begun his career as a professor of music at UBrite and Hope is deep into a client situation that will require her full attention. Upon leaving the wedding and watching her son embody her late husband, will Mercy finally have what she needs to kick out the dead weight? What kind of toll has blessing his daughter's marriage and trusting her in the hands of Jayce, taken on Darren? How is Indya adapting to Jerriah? Did Jerri and her partner have court yet? Have DJ and Amaya figured out the right position? And I wonder what the two member A/V club at Copperdale High has been up to...

As always, stay tuned friends. There is so much more to come in this, the saga that never ends.

[weepywhalewatcher]

You don't understand how badly I need a scene in the early episodes of ST5 where Will comforts Mike and then Mike says "Will, I...", very clearly about to say "I love you" but then it cuts to a shot of his face looking conflicted and then just settling for "Thanks"...

[mooshkat]

hi i think tommy should be the type of guy to use a straight razor to shave and i think buck should get all hot and bothered watching tommy do it. even more so when tommy offers to help by shaving buck's face for him and he has to hold still while his boyfriend has a very sharp blade to his throat 👀

[strangersatellites]

very excited to announce this!!!!

envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

this is part one of what will be the

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

pride (noun) - inordinate esteem for one’s own excellence. It is a habit or vice that disposes us to think more of ourselves than we ought. 

The Hair.

King Steve. 

Pretty Boy.

Steve is no stranger to objectification. He’s well acquainted with the way girls blush and giggle when he smiles their way in the halls. The way guys seem to puff out their chests when they speak to him. 

In fact, his physical appearance has become so much a part of who he is at this point that he’s probably single-handedly keeping Farrah Fawcett spray on shelves across the nation.

But the thing about being naturally attractive, Steve learned the hard way, is that humility is what really gets under people’s skin. 

Blushes go pinker when his response to a giggly “You look handsome today, Steve,” is looking at his shoes with a quiet, “What, this? Thank you.”

Other boys look less ready to throw a punch or an insult his way when they sprinkle their gametime trash-talk with “Pretty Boy” and “King Steve” if he just laughs and keeps playing.

Humility is what really does it.

For most people.

In the past few months he’s been dating Eddie Munson though, he’s realized there’s one exception. 

It's not that Steve doesn’t think he’s attractive. It’s not that at all. He knows he’s good looking, spends an inordinate amount of time making sure he highlights it daily. Loves it about himself actually.

He doesn’t usually let people know that he knows, is the thing.

But Eddie loves when he’s vain.

Loves the way he primps in the mirror before they go out.

How he spins around to make sure his best assets are on display.

Steve’s honestly lost count of the number of times he’s been talking to himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection saying “Damn, I look good in this outfit,” before arms are snaking around his waist and squeezing at his hips. A gravelly, “Fuck yeah you do,” in his ear.

That’s why, with a Herculean effort, Steve pulls himself away from Eddie’s lips where he’s in his lap on his couch.

They’re both breathing heavy, lips swollen, and eyes glassy. But Steve has an idea.

He rubs his thumbs over Eddie’s cheeks and breathes a laugh when he turns to nip at one of them. Can’t help but to lean in and kiss him again.

“Can we try something, baby?” He whispers into the barely there space between them.

Feels Eddie nod and hands grip at his thighs.

“Anything you want, Stevie.”

He trails a hand back to tangle in Eddie’s curls and shifts to bite at his ear and whisper, “Want you to fuck me in front of the mirror. Wanna watch.”

When Eddie pulls back from him it’s with a wicked smirk and eyes darker than Steve’s ever seen. He bucks Steve up and off and smacks him on the ass when he turns to leave.

“Yeah baby. Let's go watch how pretty you are.”

He knows his smile is blinding when he laughs back over his shoulder. 

*****

Steve always thinks he’s hot, but he thinks he’s prettiest when he’s kneeling and sitting back on his boyfriend’s dick with tear streaks down his cheeks and drool down his chest. 

He’s so spacey, and so stuffed full that he’d agree with almost anything Eddie said. 

Currently it's a litany of, “Look at you baby, you’re so hot,” and “My sweet baby. Prettiest angel,” and “Look how pretty you are, huh,” with every punch of his hips and bite to the side of his neck.

Between Steve’s punched out breaths and whines he’s nodding. “Mhm. ‘M the prettiest. So pretty when I cry.”

His agreements have Eddie groaning and wrapping the hand not digging into his hip around the front of his neck and dragging him backward into a bruising kiss. 

He’s smiling and Steve can feel him laugh when he whimpers against his mouth. “Tell me about it baby. Tell me what’s pretty.”

Gasps from deep in his chest when Eddie wraps his hand around his cock and tugs. 

“Tell me.”

Steve whines once and squirms under the attention. Loves it. 

“My eyes,” he gasps. Eddie hums from behind him and slows his hips to a deep grind. “My eyes look really green when I’m crying. I like them.”

A soft kiss dropped to his shoulder and two sets of eyes on him in the mirror.

“My hair. Like it when– when it's messy,” a hiccup and eyes squeezed shut when Eddie shifts inside him just right. “Like when it’s messy from your hands.” 

He slides his own hands up his thighs and squeezes at the hand Eddie still has against his hip. 

He meets his own gaze in the mirror and his face breaks into a smile as his chest heaves.

“Like my lips when they’re swollen. People can tell I just kissed you. Want ‘em to know.”

In a second Eddie’s got a palm flat against his back and has his shoulders shoved down into the carpet, his head twisted to see himself.

He knows he’s falling fast because he giggles when Eddie grips at his hips and pulls him back onto his dick. Giggles even more when Eddie looks up at him in the mirror and smirks when he pushes in deep.

“Pretty when I’m ass up for you,” he smiles and his eyes finally stray away from his own reflection to meet his boyfriends gaze, fucked out and cocky.

Eddie lands a sharp smack to his ass and squeezes. “Hell yeah you are baby. So pretty when you’re on my dick.”

One of his hands slides up Steve’s spine and presses down on the back of his neck and pulls a gasp from his lungs. 

“But you know what baby?”

Steve hums with his eyes locked on the way his ass bounces with each meeting of Eddie’s hips.

The hand snakes back around to tug at his cock again and he knows it won’t take much more when Eddie grits out “Prettiest when you come for me.”

His legs shake and he lets out a high whine as he spurts into Eddie’s hand.

“That’s it angel. God you feel so good, Stevie,” is all Eddie can get out before Steve feels his hips stutter and his breath leave him in low groan.

Steve knows he’s attractive is the thing.

Knows he’s pretty and loves it.

People tell him all the time.

But one of his favorite things to hear is when he’s coming down from his orgasm high, his boyfriend lists the things he finds prettiest.

“Your smile.”

“Your laugh.”

“Your heart.”

“The way you love people.”

“The way you love me.”

“The prettiest is the way you love yourself.”

[daisydood]

my Roman empire is if arthur antagonizes Abigail too much John will literally knock him out

[spaceratprodigy]

IRIS IN 1D OR 4B

@roseeway — [ OUTFIT PROMPTS ]

I may have taken some artistic liberties 💙✨

[eating-plastic]

Attention Stardew Valley Fans! Do you wanna read x reader fics with men you can't marry in the base game? Specifically Kent, Marlon, Rasmo, and Willy? No? Well that's too damn bad! I'm gonna post those shits anyways!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

HAHAHAHA LOVELIES I JUST FOUND THIS GEM IN MY BREATH OF THE SKY DOC:

LOL FOREVER BECAUSE WAIT—CALAMITY GANON IS THE IMPRISONED. Like, hear me out: The Imprisoned was the cursed form Demise took while he was sealed away; it was beastlike, devoid of humanity and speech and any semblance of sentience, just a mindless monster trying to destroy. JUST LIKE CALAMITY GANON! Ganondorf was sealed beneath the castle that entire time, the Calamity was The Imprisoned 2.0 (also shoutout to Sky Link who managed to singlehandedly defeat the Calamity with pure rage and a purified soul and sword – no offense to Wild Link, of course, that dude had to fight through a corrupted army of guardians and free those who were supposed to be helping him, so he didn’t exactly have it easy), which means the final fight could lend itself to this conversation:

Cloud, shouting to Champion as he fights the Calamity: AIM FOR THE TOES Champion, confused and frantic: THERE ARE NO TOES???? Cloud: Welp, I’m out of ideas. We’re screwed.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Convenience store Vampire, part 2

Part 1 here :)

“Ya do know there's a dead Exorcist outside yer door, right? 'nd I think he's forming a ghost.”

I gaped. The mental image of an Exorcist becoming a ghost was hilarious, enough so that I was tempted to throw on my cloak and brave the morning light to see it. “You are not pulling my leg, are you? What kind of Exorcist ends up as a ghost?”

Ghosts were formed from the dregs of a soul, the determination to stay alive. I could have sworn all exorcists were taught ways of avoiding becoming ghosts, right along with their killing-vampire classes, but I guess this one missed the memo. 

“'Swear on my bruised ‘ittle heart, I ain't! Come take yer 'brolly and see,” she exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Reluctantly, I threw on my cloak and pulled out a parasol. With Hash hopping up and down in excitement by my side, I stepped out.

The morning sun burned and stung, even with the layers of clothing I wore. But it was worth it, to see the ectoplasm slowly coagulating into the form of a young man. “Did he get run over by a car? He's completely pulverised,” I noted.

Hash shrugged. “Dunno, but he's a wreck. 'Ink we oughta call someone?”

I considered the corpse. “Let's pull him into the shop, first. We can store him in the broom closet,” I said. The idea of one of my regulars finding two inhumans staring at a dead exorcist was not a pleasant one. I could already smell the smoke from the torches and taste the garlic oil on the stakes. Beside me, I knew Hash was thinking of it too.

“Wouldn't it be worse if we got caught with a corpse in yer shop? Maybe we oughta just call ‘em coppers, and be done with it,” she said dubiously.

“Yeah, but we should help him… Right?” I knew what the exorcists would do if they found one of their kind forming a ghost. It would be a quick bullet to the head for that newborn wraith. “It would be wrong to leave him out there for them to kill,” I said, thinking furiously. “But���”

Hash was one step ahead of me. “What if we bring the ghostie in and then call ‘em? We can pretend he didn't form anything, ya know?”

“I mean, it works, but they can sense the presence of twice-dead. They will know something is nearby, and they can probably put two and two together,” I said, and gave the corpse an experimental prod with the toe of my shoe. Ectoplasm and blood, along with something worse, oozed out.

Hash scrunched her face up. “Ya know, I think I know how to solve that,” she said. “Lemme call someone. You better drag ‘im in.”

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[decarbry]

dabi: *insults* yabureme: master has given yabureme a connection with a loving, living creature?

[secrettastemakerland]

it was just brought to my attention that 16 days left until bridgerton season 3 means you can watch an episode a day until polin's arrival!!!!!! and while i'm not eactly strong enough for that i'm gonna try for my parents 🤧

[cinamun]

Our dad | Next

[mahikoto]

Day 4 | SWAP!

Riku's a little different today???

[lunchablejuicebox]

17776/20020 OCS!??? Sorta!??

ok so yeah

can we give the CubeSats a lil love?

More lovely info under the cut!

First up - we got the NACHO siblings

no true reason as to why I picked them tbh, just found the names funny 😭

BUT I LOVE THEM.

nacho fullbody (still working on smth for Kea) :

Details:

Andddd some dialogue + Juice and Ten :)

Credits for inspiration - @/arlesposting ^^

(Totally don't have more coming up + some interesting work because if we don't get 20021, I WILL take matters into my own hands ;D)

[zuzusexytiems]

31 today! 🫶🏼 grateful for many things: for my friends and my followers, for still finding joy in creating, and—at this age—for not turning into a soulless, corporate blob like I thought I would 😅

thanks to everyone who's stuck around this long! dw, I'm not leaving any time soon 🫡🩷

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

_____ used Destiny Bond! _____ is hoping to take his attacker down with him!

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(Belatedly) celebrating the one-year anniversary of the 'Destiny Bond' comic with a rare, fully-illustrated piece. A bit of extra context and rambly thoughts under the cut 🫶💖💕

A little over a year ago, I posted the first part of the Destiny Bond comic, originally intended to be a one-off doodle exploring the consequences of Morty's prophetic abilities on his relationship with Eusine.

That sketchy doodle of mine ended up being a whole narrative project spanning across a few months, before I eventually took a pause on it to focus on my mental health (having reached a low earlier in the year).

It was a daring enough project in and of itself, especially with how I had spontaneously taken it on when I was still recovering from a years-long burnout with 2D art. Though (temporarily) stopping sooner than I had hoped, I can confidently say that this little comic project of mine had helped to rekindle my love for drawing as a whole, and had further lead me to meeting some of the most wonderful people and friends in this small corner of the Pokémon fandom (whom also happen to be obsessed with these two silly guys from the GSC/HGSS games). It's a project I hold dearly to my heart, and one that I hope to revisit and continue once I feel ready to do so; as the story has yet to truly kick off (I'm not even joking we're still in the prologue technically I'm yelling /lh).

I hope to be able to share the rest of this story with you all one day, in whatever new form it'll take as. For now, I want to say thank you, from the deepest parts of my heart, for supporting this passion project of mine - and to assure you to tune in for the future of this title. 👀✨