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#wordsbymm#mmybsdrow#winds#wind#artcalledwind#artcalledwords#something vowel-ed#thee consonants don’t gather#the vowels all wrong#the prefixes#thee phonics#is off#it’s just not natural#everyone speaking so different#so differently#it’s all insane#sanity upon me in insanity I be all alone anyways#let what all be#each and everyday#it’s all madness#dear Sir#dear Ma’am#I don’t understand the game that’s being played#to bleed or cry more#not fucking gettin’ it#is there a pamphlet of words#it was rainy today#pushed over by the passerby#drenched in the mud#center deep
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Went on a walk under the rain and now I'm drenched to the bone. Which is giving me NikPrice ideas .............
#briefly mentioned it in my fic too but I should work more with this#John coming back absolutely drenched and muddied from an op and Nik pampering him teehee#gently holding his jaw while he wipes the mud from his face#getting him out of his wet and dirty clothes#taking a hot shower with him and letting his big hands run against the knots in Price's back#uuuuuuugh so good#should draw that#anyway I'm fucking freezing#nekro yapping
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Mudriding is a sexual experience to Me
#marcy.woof#is this too freaky for you guys sorry please don’t publically execute me#just …. LISTEN .#the engine of the four wheeler is roaring between your legs ….. your clothes are drenched and sticking to your body …..#you’re being thrown around by bumps and hills …. you’re going fast and your adrenaline is high …..#you’re dirty but it’s okay because everyone else is caked in mud too#maybe you have a speaker and it’s so loud it’s vibrating your seat …………#and if you’re like me there’s the competitive aspect of always making sure you’re going faster than the people you’re with#Yeah that’s better than sex#<- Girl who just got back from mudriding and is wet in more ways than one (JOKE!!!)
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they should make bein kinda gross part of boyhood again !
#i mean not in a war criminal sense#but literally gross#hands dirt w piss#eating shit off th ground#being drenched in mud#sharin a lollipop full of saliva w th boys#alat
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So me and my older sister just had to switch out the starter in our dads truck for him after it poured rain last night and,, he laughed when we came back inside so I thought it’d be funny to do a little diagram
Alt text also has what’s written incase my handwriting is bad ^^”
#I was barely dressed cus I hadn’t realized I was helping until I was out there and atp it was too late#I just think it’s funny#cause I just helped transfer stuff and also ended up with oil all up my forearm#her entire back was fucking DRENCHED#her hair had mud and oil in it and was sticking to her#I had to help her pick out a few twigs😭#my ass was also covered in dirt#pretty funny experience honestly#oh we were also covered in Miskito bites#that part wanst funny smh#moomins yapping<3#Moomins gallery<3#Silly life posting
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went thru a cornmaze in the rain last night with one friend while the rest of our group did the haunted one. but we had the scarier experience bc there was a fawking child scurrying around in the god damn mud ahead of us like something out of a horror movie 😭
#we didn’t even realize it was a kid crawling at first#scared the shit outta us omg#but when we round the corner and saw this like 7 year old just drenched in mud to his neck#and his dad looking so damn tired behind him lmaooo#also we were fighting for our lives to not fall in that mud#b.txt
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I crave walking in the rain
I want Drenched. I want Splash in Puddle. I want Big Boom Thunder. Barefoot, Big T-Shirt, Shorts, Hair Down.
I need it
#i just really want it#but its not gonna rain near me for like a week#and i doubt its the good kind of rain#rain#rainyday#please please please#puddles#and mud#and thunderstorms#thunder!#i want to be completely drenched with rain in less than a minute#it has to be aggressive cant see a foot infront of you rain#shitpost#text post#text#permanentbottombunk
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there is NOTHING like the kind of sweat from a rainy 39 F degree dog walk...like uh...too warm for winter stuff too cold to not have a jacket? also. rain.
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what i love about shows like Sherlock and Psych is when they have to show the main guy Noticing Things that no one else does they always make the clue obscenely obvious like no one would ever have that much cat hair on their sleeve but they HAVE to make it that obvious or the audience might not notice even when they zoom in 10000000%
#“how did you know about my parents? :0”#ma'am you have a 8x12 photograph of them sitting in your extremely open bag why is that even in there#“how did you know he was digging a hole??” his pants are DRENCHED in mud what are you even talking about
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i spent about an hour and a half walking around portland today to get groceries because one car needs repairs and the other has a flat tire at the moment, which was honestly really nice bc i'm at a point in my recovery where moving around ACTUALLY LESSENS MY PAIN. wild. the only caveat is that there was a rainstorm today, which naturally made the ground very muddy, and when i got home and took off my sneakers it...... looked like i was unearthing a bog body.
#HOW COULD SO MUCH MUD GET INTO MY SHOES. MYSTIFYING#i rinsed my feet off in the bathtub tho. and the rest of me is now super clean because of. the being drenched like a wet cat#autoimmune tag#i gotta remember that i need to walk consistently now#i keep going days without moving & then my muscles cramp up like Fuck & i'm like 'why do i still have pain symptoms'#bitch...... get out the house......
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Discovery of the day: when you go out for a 10km hike in the mud, you tend to get a tad bit muddy.
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i need the fucking fluffiest goddamned vashwood fic around
pls if someone could hook me up PLEASE help
#speculation nation#i mean i could look for one myself. but listen i have gone through. the wringer.#i Cannot continue onto trimax volume 11 like this. gonna need to ruminate on 10 for like. at least several days lol#honestly 98 anime would probably be the perfect pallet cleanser (at least to start with)#except i promised my friend id watch it with them (aka the true reason i havent watched it yet)#oughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i am never gonna fucking recover from this#AND ME STARTING MY WOLFWOOD POV OF SENTIDO Ouogughghghghgjfg#maybe i should just reread chapter 3 of sentido. though tht might just get me crying too#i feel like a wet paper rag wobbling in the wind like a torn up flag on a pole#or a pair of underpants. the worst underpants ever. full of holes. drenched in the rain. and purple polka dots.#not that you could tell in the dark rain and mud. the worst goddamned underpants on a flag pole to ever exist. just wobblin#thats me. thats how i feel rn.#/ shinji ikari on the chair. that also displays it. Obviously it is synonymous. obviously.#head in my hands. i am fucking WRECKED right now.
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Guess who gets a whole bucket of Nickelodeon slime dumped over their head?
:D
This guy!!! Hooray!!
#KILLS HIM IN ALL THE WAYS THAT WOULD ALSO KILL ME#dunks his shoes in a mud hole.#drenches his socks with cold water#spills soda all over his hands#. this isnt a hatepost btw hes just cringefail. inkfail.#(original pun made by my mutual sploon friend hehe)#anyway im laughing at him and crying in solidarity at the same time#coroika inkfall#n posts
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Character in a phone game ad: Augh! You messed up my makeover! Now my asshole boyfriend will never take me back!
Me: Ma’am are you aware that you are on fire
#although if your boyfriend dumped you because you habitually walk around completely drenched in mud I’m…#not entirely on your side
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cigs post skz
#i stood in a lake of mud and my clothes got drenched#consequently my entire bag did so my cig pack#never felt grosser in my life#dont regret it a bit#mine
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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
- sylus x reader
you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?
genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!
note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)
“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”
On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.
“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”
“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—
—fell into Luke's arms.
In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—
“What are you doing?”
And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.
“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.
However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”
Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.
“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.
But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”
“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.
As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?
As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.
“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”
“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”
Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.
“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”
You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”
“I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”
You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”
It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”
You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”
“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”
“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”
. . .
“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.
Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”
Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”
"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.
“What are you doing?” you frowned.
“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”
“You don’t have to…”
“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”
“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”
Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"
You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”
There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—
But after a while...
Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”
You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.
But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.
But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.
“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.
“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”
“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.
“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”
If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.
“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”
A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”
Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.
He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.
“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”
“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”
“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”
A wicked grin curved his lips.
“I'll pick up where I left off.”
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