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[madebymaid]

[nataliliv]

☕☃️☕❄️Good morning🤗🌹 wishing a wonderful day full of happiness and joy Don't stop seeing the beauty of this life, make for yourself a tool to paint the picture of your life, in a way that satisfies your taste ⠀ ⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⣄⣀⣾⣿⠟⠛⠻⢿⣷⠀ ⢰⣿⡿⠛⠙⠻⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀ ⠀⣶⢿⡇ ⢿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠏⠀⠀⠀ ✌️🤗🌹Have a nice weekend!🥃☕️ ⠀⠻⣿⣷⣦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣾⡿⠃⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠻⣿⣄⣴⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⠟⠁

[boodhs]

[sulphuricgrin]

House Nivulirel sketches

(Lilli and Elikar's family c:)

Vandoril & Psylia (dad and mom)

Alcanaro and Estatelle (Eldest brother and his fiancee/wife)

Talserion (Lilli's arranged fiance)

For fun, please comment all your assumptions about them based off these sketches alone! (Unless you've read the fic, then you know about the first 3)

[moonspirit]

Pieck? Clown panties. Annie? Fuzzy panties. Mikasa? Granny panties. Hange? No panties. Historia? Lace panties. Ymir? Dick. Hitch? Fancy panties. Sasha? Budget panties.

[masochist-shark]

Megastar drabble

Concept I had to write down. Megatron and Starscream piss each other off and frag, covered in each other’s energon OWO

CW: sadomasochism, blood(energon), NSFW, valveplug, toxic dynamics, is it abuse if he likes it?

Megatron genuinely pissing Starscream off,

Starscream back talking megatron

Megatron punching him in the face to shut him up

Starscream shocked, filled with anger, tries to kill megatron with everything he’s got

Megatron taken aback and actually having to use his full strength on Starscream

Going at it. Starscream getting good hits in, but so does megatron

At some point Starscream’s brain switches to Fuck Mode. He doesn’t realize it— too caught up in the moment. He’s very hard.

It seeps through his EM field. Megatron is a natural born sadist. Sick pleasure had already mixed with his anger.

It quickly became “who can overpower the other first”.

Starscream almost wins at this charade before megatron pulls a TFOne and overpowers him.

The second Starscream hits the cold, hard ground, his panel splits open just in time for megatron to fill him to the hilt.

Megatron roughly grabs starscreams face with one hand, grasping his leg with the other, getting himself off and fucking Starscream

Starscream is in heaven, but he’d die before letting the other know. But megatron knows he’ll win and get him to beg and plead.

Starscream still tries to fight him off. He bites his hand and struggles. But megatrons spike is too good. It was pacifying him, putting him in his place.

Megatron isn’t satisfied though. Even if Starscream is subdued, megatron still roughs him up, grabs him roughly, flips him, shuts him up, etc. they kiss, and their tongues battle for dominance— mouths filled with each other’s energon.

this goes on until Starscream is nonverbal and effectively fucked out. He’s deliciously subdued and pacified— in a perfect sub space.

Filled with megatron’s trans fluid, beaten and bloody. Megatron pleased with his own aching wounds. Two sadomasochists at play.

They don’t treat each others wounds, but they embrace each other out of instinct, falling into recharge together each time.

It’s Starscream who’s the first to leave each time.

They both enjoy their bouts.

[evilforgood999]

I'm not addicted to weed, I'm just fool around

[srlgemstone]

With storm clouds approaching, savoring the warmth of a cup of coffee while immersing oneself in the enchantment of the view. Enjoy 

Waterline Agate

[wolfpup15]

Somebody to Love (Queen) • Drum Cover

Yet another amazing cover from my favorite little drummer girl Sina.... Enjoy 😊😊😊

[funeralhomewifi]

do not go gentle - a rook fanfic

*shakes treat bag* I come baring more Hemlock feels and more Viago/Rook dynamic.

Hemlock decides to try to take the hard way out of the fade regret prison.

warnings: suicidal ideation

There was a certain irony to a girl named Hemlock becoming the ward of the Crow’s most master poisoner. 

Failure. Failure. Failure. 

Forgotten. Forgotten. Forgotten. 

Hemlock could only take so much beratement as she paced through the fade. Each corner presenting her with her worst moments, an endless barrage reminding her how unwanted and unneeded she was. Viago’s endless disappointment. Lucanis avoiding her in the pantry. Varric… Tears prickled her burning eyes… Varric dying. He’d taken a chance on her and Hemlock paid him back in his death. 

She rolled the small vial between her fingers. Hem wasn’t sure what would happen if she died in the fade, but she wasn’t getting out any time soon. She’d screamed, stabbed, dug, stabbed, cried and cried some more…

Hemlock had plucked the poison from Viago’s collection during her last visit.

She was tired. 

Hemlock uncapped the poison. She picked one that would remind her that it was working, one that wouldn’t have an adverse reaction to the poisons she’d built an immunity to. 

Knocking the vial back, the liquid burned as it hit her tongue and slid down her throat. Seconds and it seized her breathing and slithered through her blood system. 

Rook, Rook, Rook… Failure… Disappointment….

Hemlock slid to her knees on the edge of a formless cliff… 

Hem!

Dazed, Hemlock straightened, eyes heavy as she glared into the abyss. 

Open! Hem! Eyes! 

“Spite?” Hemlock slurred, shaking her head. Yeah, she would get haunted after death. 

“Hemlock!” Lucanis and Spite’s graveled voice prickled her ears. “Hem! Rook!”

Cologne and coffee wrapped over her as darkness and light prickled her vision. 

Grab her! That’s Hem! Rook! 

Hemlock was being moved. Why was she moving? Backwards away from the ledge.. No… No…No…

Then Hemlock was in the lighthouse again. Her remaining team hovering over her. 

Lucanis pushed through, “What did…” Spite’s purple eyes took over. “HE DO. TO. OUR! HEM! OURS!” 

“Oh dear.” Emmrich’s soft grasp checked her pulse. “She’s not–”

“POISON,” Spite snapped, sniffing. “POISON. HEM.” SNIFF. 

Emmrich picked up the vial in her fingers. 

“Oh, Hemlock.” Bellara whispered. “The antivenom? Surely she has–”

“MOVE!” Lucanis shook away Spite’s influence and pulled Hemlock into his arms. “The eluvian… We need–”

Hemlock let out a whine of protest before her vision blurred. 

Seconds later, Lucanis fell through the Eluvian into the Cantori Diamond, snapping at Fledgelings gawking and frozen over the Demon of Vyrantium emerging with the Fifth Talon’s favorite protege limp and eerily pale in his arms. 

“Luc–” Teia emerged from the office first. “Did you get… Oh…”

Viago towered after her, jaw tense as he took in the scene. “What did you do?”

Lucanis’s explanation caught in his throat. Hem was growing colder, limper. “POISON! SAD! ANGRY!”

—

“Stop lingering!” Viago snapped at the Fledgelings, he pulled Hemlock from Dellamorte’s arms and carried her to his office. She was so light. “What poison?” 

Teia rifled through the drawer of antivenoms. 

Viago steadied Hemlock’s head from rolling back. Her lips were blue, eyes glazed over, pulse slowing. “Hemlock?” 

No answer, no acknowledgement in her eyes, no snark. 

“This… this was found in her grasp.” 

Viago examined the bright poison, even missing the label… 

“You aren’t getting out of this so easily–” Pushing his fingers to the back of her throat. 

“Vi!” Teia admonished, quickly turning Rook over as a shudder racked through her body before vomiting weakly. “Oh, sweet girl.”

“Hemlock?” Lucanis tried. “Viago—”

“Get out!” Viago snapped, “This is not a Dellamorte issue any longer.”

“I–” 

“Lucca,” Teia murmured. “Go. Go to her room and start the fireplace.”

Viago glared up briefly, tilting an even brighter vial of antivenom into her mouth. “We’ll discuss why you know where her room is later.”

—

Hemlock sluggishly opened her eyes. 

There was a heavy weight on her chest. She was too warm. Too achy. 

A meow invaded her ears. 

“Coco?” It hurt to speak, her voice was raspy. 

The black cat meowed and kneaded her paws on Hemlock’s sore stomach. 

How was she back in the Cantori Diamond? In Treviso? The fade… was the fade… 

Heat bubbled up in her throat and Hemlock launched herself up, puking on the floor before wheezing horribly. Moving made everything worse. 

“What were you thinking, Hemlock?” The darkest corner of the room questioned. Viago leaned into the light, dark circles under his eyes, jaw tense. “Why would you–”

“Viago?” Hemlock squeezed her eyes shut to keep the room from spinning. “Stop.”

Viago moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He swept back her light pink hair stuck to her forehead and Hemlock almost nuzzled his hand. He handed her a cup of water. “You’ve been gone for weeks.”

Hemlock winced as the water tickled her throat and made the fire in her belly worse. “What’s a few weeks on top of a couple years?”

“And you were meant to always come back home. Unpoisoned.”

“Wish it worked,” Hem deadpanned, forcing herself to the edge of the bed. “How did you…” She motioned to the vomit and herself. 

“Because when the Demon of Vyrantium comes into the casino carrying the half-dead body of my favorite–”

Hem scoffed. “I’m no one's favorite, Vi.” 

Viagos's gentle grasp moved to snatch her hair back, baring Hemlock's neck, leaning in close enough that he could rip out her throat. “What have I said about self-depreciation?”

“Right. It’s only valid if it's from you.” Hemlock huffed, deflating. Slowly, Hemlock sunk back down, any fight slinking away as she rested her head on his leg. 

Viago froze, unraveling slowly to comb Hem’s hair back. They hadn’t sat like this since Hemlock was in training, since before Viago being Talon was on the horizon. When she was just the chaotic ward of the de Riva master poisoner who was his little shadow. 

“You need to get back to your team.” Viago managed softly as possible. “Teia has managed to keeo up them from crowding your bed for as long as she can. Specifically Lucanis and his… demon… thing.”

“Right,” Hem sighed, rolling back to stare up at the ceiling. She couldn’t the twinge in her heart that desperately wanted Lucanis at that moment. They hadn’t said everything they wanted before Tearstone Island. Now… “Vi… I don’t know how to continue…” 

“Same way you always have, Hem.” Viago rose, picking up Coco and placing the cat beside Hemlock. “You still have a contract to complete.” 

***

Viago walked Hemlock back to the Eluvian while Teia kept a safe distance. 

“I don’t need an escort,” Hemlock sighed. 

“Do I need to remind you–” 

“Tone,” Teia called from the end of the catwalk. 

“Rook,” Viago scowled. Then amended. “Hemlock, you were gone–”

“Okay, okay.” Hemlock swallowed, “Don’t bust an artery, Vi.” 

Viago pinched the bridge of his nose. “I gave your Crow blades and armor to Lucanis.”

Oh. Hemlock blinked back the potential tears in favor of a wry grin. “I mean, that’s another way to get him in my pants.” 

Before Viago truly did have an aneurysm, Hemlock let out a laugh and went through the Eluvian. 

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

WIP Wednesday

“So…” Miles drawls, turning his head away from the window to look at Tim. “I heard you and Officer Chen got married. I thought you guys were broken up? That’s what all the guys said on Seth and I’s first day.”

Tim sighs. So much for keeping it a secret from everyone but Grey. “There’s no personal talk in the shop, boot.”

“Right, sorry Sergeant Bradford.”

Silence fills the shop for a few blocks before Tim sighs again, stopping at a red light.

“Who told you Officer Chen and I were married?”

“Smitty.”

“Of course.”

“So, I’m assuming that those break up rumors were just rumors then? Makes sense, considering how you reacted on my first day. Or when anyone flirts with her.”

“What are you implying, boot?”

“Nothing, sir.”

[jaminster]

Guys. Finally got around to finishing them!

"One Man Cheese Burger Apoc—"

"Hey, I ever tell you 'bout the time me an' my buddy Kei—"

"I am breathing shit air into my lun—"

"Thanks to you guys, I am the baddest woman ali—"

Hey, I ever tell you 'bout the time me an' my buddy Kei—

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[evanezco]

very sketchy Caitvi piece