#dia ask

[nenekkasa]

pls join the #scalpho is over party pls

pls spread the word scalp ho evil

can i know any more details on why we're cancelling scalpho other than scalp ho is evil?

[diactrl]

💌 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out! 💌

My bby❤️

I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO BAD HELLO?!

[dunmeshistash]

Do you happen to know why the pupils of some elves are white instead of black? I thought it was another sign of being a half-elf with Marcille but it looks like a few of the Canaries have them too…?

Pretty sure it's just a design choice to show they have striking eyes? Apparently "unusual" eyes are common for elves, it's mentioned a few times like how Mithrun's family is known for silver eyes and hair, Thistle has 'Thistle Flower' colored eyes, and the queen has obsidian skin and Red eyes.

Here's a page with lots of character's eyes

Kui does a lot of variation like pupil. no pupil. shine. no shine. multiple shines etc, seems more for characterization than anything else. Fleki has the strangest ones if you ask me, with that ring light effect in the shine.

[aerequets]

I love your "Yor finds a cat" comic! I showed it to my brother and he said that, in addition to loving Yor, it listens to everything she says because it understands it is not the apex predator of the household, and I think he's correct

AJDHAIAH THAT IS SO FUNNY

like everyone else (human child, big dog, human man) is below kitty on the food chain. but yor? now that is the one at the top. Respect.

[hansolsticio]

solie mente vazia é oficina do diabo e por isso eu estava pensando aqui aqui 💭💭💭💭 seungcheol no começo de um relacionamento e na hora do sexo ele tem um pouco de medo pelo fato dele se grandao (em todos os sentidos) e por ser forte dms (🤤🤤) ele tem medo de machucar a reader e acaba sempre fazendo um amorzinho baunilha e um dia ele escuta ela no telefone com a amiga q está cansada de ser tratada igual boneca de porcelana e depois disso o homem vira o cão na cama

baita plot bom, rai [🫦]

— 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: queria ele puto comigo... (eu dei um salto nos fatos por ser mais tranquilo de desenvolver, mas ainda mantive todas as circunstâncias que você falou) — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: size kink (big dick cheollie), dumbfication, sexo desprotegido, palavrões demais e degradação.

"E o quê eu sou? Repete.", as palavras foram praticamente rosnadas no seu ouvido. O tempo que você levou para interpretá-las foi muito maior que o usual, o raciocínio estava lento, quase inexistente. A cabecinha usava todos os neurônios para tentar fechar as pernas fracas, mal sabia como ainda se mantinha em pé, talvez por estar agarrada ao braço de Seungcheol como se sua vida dependesse disso. "Não. Abre os olhos.", o comando veio acompanhado de uma mão balançando o seu rostinho. Droga, tinha certeza que eles estavam abertos uns instantes atrás — é difícil focar em tanta coisa ao mesmo tempo.

"Eu não... não consigo.", choramingou. Não sabia o que não 'conseguia', se referia à basicamente tudo.

"Consegue.", refutou. "Você mesma disse que aguenta, não foi o que você falou?", a estabilidade na voz não combinava com o jeito que os dedos abriam sua entradinha sem dó. O som molhadinho foi encoberto por mais um gemidinho dengoso seu. Não aguentaria gozar mais uma vez. Não, não. As coxas já estavam encharcadas, Cheol ia te fazer desmaiar. "Me responde quando eu te perguntar alguma coisa, amor. É a última vez que te aviso."

"Desculpa. Me desculpa.", agarrou-se mais ao braço dele, as perninhas tremiam. Ouviu um suspiro desapontado e sentiu uma pontinha de culpa, não gostava de decepcionar seu Cheollie.

"Cê sabe que eu detesto fofoca, amor. Por quê que não falou diretamente comigo, hein?", te olhou questionandor a medida que diminuía a velocidade das estocadas. Já você, aproveitou o ritmo mais lento para respirar.

"Não sei.", arfou.

"Sabe. Sabe sim.", refutou de novo, o polegar desenhando círculos apertadinhos no seu clitóris. O abdômen se apertou, tentando expulsar a sensação insuportável. "Diz, princesa. Por quê?"

"Você ia- Cheol, porra... ia dizer não 'pra mim.", os dígitos se ondularam lá no fundo, sua entradinha espasmou.

"E por quê eu ia dizer não, amor? Qual o motivo?", franzia as sobrancelhas, falava manso como se tentasse explicar algo complicado a uma criancinha estúpida.

"Pra não machucar, Cheollie...", tentou se encolher nos braços dele, mas foi impedida de imediato. Sentia seu corpo sendo consumido por um desespero estranho, ia gozar, mas parecia estar completamente à deriva — só o olhar autoritário de Seungcheol não era suficiente para te manter no chão. "Mas não machuca. Eu... eu aguento, já disse que aguento.", choramingava e era muito contraditória.

Ele assistia suas pernas tremelicando, o corpo contrariava o que a mente fazia questão de impor. Mas se Seungcheol precisava te mostrar isso na prática, ele iria. Não importa o quanto tentasse esconder: tinha um ego gigantesco e ouvir a palavra "frouxo" juntamente ao nome dele na mesma frase havia sido um ataque muito mais eficaz do que ele gostaria que fosse. A paciência se dissipou, os dedos deixando seu interior de repente.

O corpo molinho não mostrou resistência ao ser colocado em cima do balcão que ficava ao lado da pia. Seungcheol inspecionou a bucetinha arruinada, cuspindo ali só para garantir. Você assistia a cena completamente zonza, os bracinhos se apoiando no mármore gelado atrás de você. As mãos fortes se livraram do aperto da calça, o tamanho intimidava 'pra caramba — por mais que você se fingisse de destemida. Era espesso e pesado da pontinha até a base, o inchaço ditava o quão cheinha você iria ficar assim que Cheol terminasse. Não ia caber, talvez escorresse.

Te abriu de uma vez só e você jura ter ouvido sua audição chiando. O gritinho ficou preso na garganta sendo substituído por um som surdo. Ardia, Seungcheol havia te aberto gostosinho com os dedos mais cedo, mas você definitivamente se sentia cheia. Era como se lotasse o seu corpo inteirinho, não adiantava se esforçar para sair — não que você quisesse. O buraquinho mal espasmava, sem conseguir lidar com a pressão. Cheol não impediu mais um suspiro desapontado — parecia fazer aquilo contra os próprios princípios, só para provar que estava certo.

"Princesa, é 'pra tirar?", soava preocupado, o jeitinho cuidadoso não se esvaía de maneira alguma — ele realmente achava que iria acabar te quebrando sem querer. Você negou meio atordoada, os olhinhos apertados, murmurava uma série de 'eu aguento's.. teimosa até o último segundo. Seungcheol detestava teimosia.

Seu corpo tremeu numa estocada forte. Não conseguia nem racionalizar as sensações, as mãozinhas trêmulas arranhavam a superfície gelada, pois não havia onde se segurar. Olhou para baixo, a boca nem se fechava deixando arfares tímidos arranharem a garganta — a voz ainda estava presa, seu estado era patético.

Encarou o ponto onde vocês dois se conectavam. Nunca se acostumaria com o quão obsceno tudo era, Seungcheol te abria tanto... parecia prestes a te rasgar interinha. As dobrinhas da sua entrada acompanhavam os movimentos, apertando sempre que sentia ele sair de dentro de você — até nisso era gulosa.

"Olha 'pra mim.", ele murmurou, as mãos apertando o interior das suas coxas como alerta. E você tentou, jura que tentou, mas a cabecinha pervertida não conseguia tirar o foco do que acontecia no meio de vocês dois. Cheol precisou te agarrar pelo maxilar para finalmente conseguir o que queria.

O rosto austero nunca falhava em fazer sua bucetinha se melar toda — não curtia estressá-lo, mas era difícil sentir outra coisa que não fosse tesão quando ele te olhava desse jeito.

"Era isso que você queria?", socou com mais força e seu corpo retesou com o impacto. Dessa vez não deu para segurar o gemidinho desesperado. Ardia 'pra cacete e era uma delícia, você não sabia mais o que pensar. "Era, porra? Era isso?"

Os dígitos que comprimiam suas bochechas não te deixavam responder de maneira alguma. Cheol foi mais fundo e você sentiu seus olhos arderem, olhava-o cada vez mais estúpida, perdia-se entre gozar ou desmaiar — talvez os dois. Quase choramingou ao sentí-lo sair de repente, mas o aperto no seu rostinho ainda te impedia de muita coisa. Seungcheol te fez olhar para baixo novamente, a outra mão ocupada em te foder com três dedos sem resistência alguma.

"Olha o jeito que 'cê fica aberta, caralho. Acha mesmo que isso não vai machucar depois? Teimosa 'pra cacete.", tentava te dar lição de moral mesmo sabendo que sua cabecinha não processaria nada daquilo. Tudo o que fez foi se molhar mais, quase salivando ao ver o próprio buraquinho arruinado.

Seungcheol sentia a sanidade dele se esvaindo ao te ver tão burra. Você não aprendia mesmo. Logo foi arrematada num beijo bagunçado, mas cheio de tesão. Arranhava os braços fortes, deixando que ele domasse sua boquinha como bem quisesse. Ele te roubou até o último resquício de oxigênio, era obcecado por você — por todas as partes.

Seu sorrisinho molenga e completamente apaixonado quando ele te soltou fez Seungcheol quase esporrar ali mesmo. Se ele soubesse que você precisava ser quebrada para agir desse jeito talvez tivesse o feito muito antes. Novamente, entrou tão forte quanto da primeira vez, o pau escorrendo mais ainda ao sentir o quão quentinha e carente você estava.

Por um tempo, o baque surdo das peles se chocando foi a única coisa que ecoava através das paredes do cômodo. Você já havia se perdido completamente, o corpo ondulando a cada estocada. Choramingava, se babava inteirinha, não queria parar. Seungcheol agora te agarrava pelo cabelo, o outro braço enlaçava sua cintura para te impedir de cair para trás — não era preciso muita análise para notar que você havia sido reduzida a uma bonequinha de foda.

"Agora me responde: eu ainda sou frouxo, princesa?", sussurrou contra sua bochecha, a pergunta parecia retórica. "Fala, _____. Ou eu já te quebrei?", o uso totalmente irregular do seu nome te tirou da órbita desordenada que a sua cabeça fazia. Gastou os últimos neurônios funcionais que tinha para cavar mais fundo a própria cova:

"É... você é. Você-", soluçou. "Você 'tá fazendo tudo que eu quero, tá- Cheollie...'tá... porra, ah!", incoerente, Seungcheol quase não conseguiu te entender. Estúpida, estúpida, estúpida! O homem riu baixinho, mas o tremor do peito dele foi suficiente para te fazer tremer junto.

"Se ainda consegue falar é porque eu não quebrei de verdade...", ele concluiu. Separou-se do seu corpo. "Ajoelha 'pra mim, princesa. Vou acabar com a sua boquinha também."

[yutofia]

LISTEN. Ruben trying make you c*m w nipple stimulation 🫣

Veiled Desires - RD

You were making breakfast in his kitchen, wearing a dainty tight crop top. He enters some time later, his eyes immediately drawn to your chest. The top you're wearing stretches tautly over your breasts, outlining their shape perfectly. He licks his lips, his eyes glued to your movements as you cook. "Morning" he says as he smirks. "Good morning" you reply back, oblivious to his dirty thoughts

He walks over to you, his hand reaching out to gently grasp the hem of your top. He pulls it up slowly, revealing your bare tits to his hungry gaze. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes drinking in the sight of your soft nipples and the swell of your breasts. You look at him in surprise, taken aback by his sudden action. "You're not wearing a bra," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I can see everything through this top." His hands reach up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your peaks and causing them to harden. You gulp as you look into his darkened eyes. His eyes meet yours, filled with a raw, primal hunger. "I wanna give you a nipple orgasm." You look at him with a smirk, brows raising, "Oh?"

"Mhm," he says, nodding eagerly. He takes a step closer, pressing his body against yours. His hands continue to caress your tits, his thumbs working over your hardened peaks in a way that has you gasping. "I can make you come just from this, you know." You blush at his words. "Is that a challenge?" His grin is wolfish, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, it's definitely a challenge. And one I intend to win." He drops his head, capturing one of your hardened peaks between his lips and suckling deeply. He places his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you up onto the kitchen counter as he stands between your legs. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he continues to suck on your nipple. "Keep your arms around my head," he commands, his voice muffled by your breast. He continues to suck and flick your nipple, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers. His mouth is a vacuum, creating a sensation that's both intense and overwhelming. He increases his speed, sucking and flicking and pinching, determined to make you come from this alone. You whimper and moan softly, turned on by his hunger and obsession. He opens his mouth as wide as he can, enveloping as much of your breast as possible. His tongue swirls around your nipple while he suckles hard, creating an intense, pleasurable pressure. One hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he feasts on your tits. "Oh fuck!" You gasp, soaking through your panties from his ministrations. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. "Mmm, you sound so good, amor," he purrs, his accent thicker with arousal. "I could suck on these perfect tits for hours." He leans back in, sucking and releasing it repeatedly and rapidly, making your head spin.

He repeats the motion over and over, his mouth alternating between your two peaks. Each time he pulls away, he leaves your skin shiny and slick, marked by his passion. The sensation becomes almost too much, the intense pleasure bordering on pain. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging lightly as waves of ecstasy crash over you. He responds by humming around your nipple, the vibrations adding a new layer of bliss. He stands straight, meeting your gaze, his eyes dark with lust and adoration. His thick fingers find your nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds as he drinks in the sight of your pleasure. "You're so beautiful like this, y/n" he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His lips claim yours in a searing kiss, he deepens the pressure on your nipples, tugging and circling the stiff peaks. Your body arches into his touch, a sharp moan escaping into his mouth. His touch is firm, bordering on rough, as he continues to work your peaks. Your hips buck against the counter, your thighs clamping around his waist as you search for friction. "R-Ruben... it's... it's too much," you pant, breaking the kiss. Without hesitation, he ducks his head, his hot mouth engulfing one aching nipple. He suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand continues to torment its twin. The stimulation has you seeing stars, your fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against your breast. "Oh! oh God! Ruben!" You let out a high-pitched moan, overwhelmed by the new kind of pleasure. Your moan spurs him on, his mouth and hand working in tandem to bring you to release. He increases the pace, his touch becoming almost frenzied. The sound of wet, sucking kisses fills the kitchen, mingling with your moans and whimpers.

He releases it with a loud pop, moving back as his fingers return to their torturous dance on your peaks. His eyes glint mischievously as he asks in a low, accented voice, "Estás a gostar disso, minha putinha?" (Are you enjoying this, my little slut?) You feel the pressure building up in your lower stomach, your head falls back, exposing your neck as you moan loudly in response to his words and touch. "Y-yes... Ruben... I'm so close..." Your voice is barely a whisper, your breathing rapid and shallow. He grins wickedly, knowing he's driving you to the edge. You finally reach your peak as your body trembles, hips grinding against the counter as the friction of your soaked panties was enough to make you cum. As you cum from his touch alone, Ruben continues to roll and pinch your sensitive nipples, drawing out your orgasm until you're shaking and sobbing with pleasure. He watches you intently, his own arousal straining against his briefs as he savors the sight of his girlfriend overcome with ecstasy. "Look at you," he murmurs approvingly, "coming just from me playing with your pretty little nipples." He leans in to kiss your collarbone, his touch gentle now. You look at him with heavy-lidded eyes as you pant, your cheeks flushed. "Don't be embarrassed baby, it's beautiful....now...get on your knees for me, will you?"

[lvlcurrent]

I second that Diavolo+Barbatos interaction thing, they really do deserve so much more, in general really

the clutch butler

[cledubs]

hey guys guess who’s made a new ghost au. any fantasy high enjoyers in the chat (the tumblr)

anyways basic info for said au (which is a fun little thing that was spawned from conversations me and my bsfs @scalpho and @nenekkasa had)

takes place in the modern world in england ish, no magic except for ghosts. bad kids centric because . yeah it’s a fantasy high au so. historical but also we’re not trying to be perfectly historically accurate, we’re just having some fun. we just love some ghosts

gorgug is a guy who’s going to a local college (around 20 yrs old) and his parents have recently bought the creepy abandoned manor because they decided to do a little fixer-upper project on it

while living in the house, our guy gorgug befriends the ghosts of some people who had died on this property!

fabian aramais seacaster: noble from the mid-late 1600s. died in a duel (technically yes but he’s lying a bit about the specifics) in his home. family constructed the manor. early 20s

kristen applebees: townfolk from the mid 1600s. burnt at the stake under the accusation of witchcraft and betraying the church of helio. early 20s

adaine abernant: died of a sudden unknown illness soon after blatantly refusing her family’s expectations of her in the late 1800s. the abernant family had purchased the manor after the seacasters died out. late teens/early 20s

riz gukgak: shot and killed in a gunfight during a detective mission in the 1950s. manor was involved in the case he was investigating. mid 20s

figueroth “fig” faeth: famous rockstar who got too carried away in the addiction that comes with fame. partied in the now-abandoned manor. mid-late 20s.

and now gorgug has to deal with five ghosts that only he can see while also trying to just live his daily life

(if you’re interested in this au/have questions about it you can check the tag for more information! :3 )

[dia-smthidk]

Poor jax looks like his going to have a bad day

(also give jax a gun too, nothing can goes wrong with that)

good

make him sad I hate him

[nenekkasa]

this post has evidence

https://www.tumblr.com/scalphobackup/738583903986679808/reasons-why-tumblr-user-scalpho-is

also on my newest post ( @scalphobackup ) people have shared why scalpho is evil

damn thats a lot of evidence but im not fully convinced yet.... he seems alright to me

[diactrl]

i beg come here rn WIFEY

[aerequets]

I absolutely love the way you draw eyes when they're soft and so AUGH I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW YOR'S EYES ALL SOFT AND BABYGIRL HOW DO YOU DO IT???

WAUGH THANK YOU??!!! I can try my best to explain but no promises for anything good HDUAJA

I've started drawing her eyes as more of a diamond-y shape, which is more apparent in the picture on the right. I think when I want to make her look Soft ™️ all it takes is to narrow the eyes a bit (but point the ends more down than up, so she doesn't look murdery) and make the iris larger. Depending on the mood I want to show (like the left pic is happy soft, while the right pic is more sad/pensive) I'll color the eye accordingly. more romantical or happy vibes will have a little shine to the eye, as well as a darker top and pupil (pupil larger as well), while a sad or pensive look will have less detailing like that.

with these pics, there's two other things I wanted to point out;

1) sometimes I'll do an inverted look (like a white pupil) to show shock or surprise. it works more for serious content than comedy but like you can do whatever u want lol

2) I think the lines around the eyes are equally as important as the eyes themselves if that makes sense! like there are a lot of muscles around that area and they push and pull accordingly. the best way to show emotion is to let go of the fear of facial wrinkles I think and just give ur characters those features

[oh-saints]

I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺

Thank you so much in advance

cravings

craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?

rúben dias x you part of dad!rúben collection

wc: 2k

note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!

“gatinha,”

at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.

“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?

you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.

that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.

“are you okay?”

you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.

“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”

ah… the infamous early morning craving.

you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.

with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”

rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”

“uh, mcdonalds?”

in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.

but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?

rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”

“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”

ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.

“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”

“you mean, our honeymoon?”

oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”

the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.

but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”

“i want durian.” ＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

what on earth is durian?

rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.

no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.

you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.

ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.

so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?

thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.

but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.

with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.

but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.

other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…

“what takes you so long?”

rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”

“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”

the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”

you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”

“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”

“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”

“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”

and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.

“why at 8?”

“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”

rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”

okay?

okay?!

okay!

good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.

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rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[yutofia]

I actually think helping him shave his beard would be quite hot. So I’ll just sit on the edge bathroom sink, he’ll be in between my leg, then I’ll help him shave while he just looks down at me. Idk why I imagine it to be so intimate. Then after he’s all clean, he’ll bend down and start making out. Ofc we’ll both turn horny, and he’ll just pull my what ever I’m wearing to the side/up then start fucking me

GOSH THIS IS A DREAM

so imagine you two take a nice relaxing bath, and after wrapping a towel around you and drying you up, he wraps one around his waist and picks you up, and gently sits you down on countertop. you look at him as he checks out his beard in the mirror, seeing which parts have overgrown and need a trim. "can i help?" you ask softly. he turns his head towards you, a little surprised but then he smiles. "you could... i'd like that." he smiles and watches as you take the razor and the shaving cream from the cabinet over the sink. "be careful, my love..." he says. "i will" you reassure him as you squirt the shaving cream into your hand. he watches as you start working the shaving cream into his beard, making sure it was distributed before starting to carefully shave some parts with the razor. Feeling your hands on his face and watching you being so confident makes him feel so loved and cherished. "you're so pretty" you compliment him. he can't help but blush at your words, a small smile forming on his lips. "aww thank you amor" he says as he leans into your touch and closes his eyes.

he holds his breath as you carefully move the razor along his neck. feeling a little nervous, he trusts you to take good care of him and before he knows it, you are done. He sighs in relief and looks at you with a small smile on his lips. "Thank you..." he watches as you wash his face and beard, removing any remaining shaving cream and hair. after rinsing them off, he looks at his reflection in the mirror and can't help but admire how good he looks with a cleanly trimmed beard. "you did an amazing job, my love."

"thank you" you say with a smile as you pour some after shave cream into your palm and start rubbing it onto the shaved parts. The cool sensation of it makes him close his eyes as he lets out a soft sigh, enjoying the relief it brings to his skin. "Mmm..." he leans into you and wraps his arms around your waist. "I love you so much." you smile and nuzzle your nose against his "i love you so much more" you gently press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly. before you know it, an innocent kiss turns into a full on make out session as he unwraps your towel and lets his own slid down. he pulls you to the edge with his strong hands on your hips and slowly slids inside. you both groan at the sensation. he pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours. his cock slipping in and out of you deliciously as he stretches your hole. "feel so so good baby" he groans. both of you breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as he speeds up. you look into his eyes, eyebrows arched and lips parted. his hands move from your hips to your breasts as he rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers. you hold onto his broad shoulders as you feel like your bubble is about to burst and oh it does. your legs trembling as he keeps you in place "yes baby cum all over daddy's cock" he encourages you, and you know he's about to cum with you. with a moan of his name, you let go....

[dunmeshistash]

Has anyone asked or pointed out that for the race swaps with characters, shorter race versions of characters seem to have a "poofier" kind of hair usually? (Not all the time but, more often than humans and elves it seems) Less definition for singular strands inside tufts of hair, while usually having seemingly bigger sections. I wonder if this means they have a sort of different texture than human and elf hair? For me this was most noticeable on Dia's race swaps. And hope you have a swell day/night!

Elves overall seem to have finer hair, but yes they do look extra puffy in dwarves, maybe they have thicker hair? You can also see it a lot in Fleki's too, her hair gets less strandy as a dwarf

[dia-smthidk]

if stone is the second favorite whos the first

uhhhhh-