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[lorainedoesthings]

To honour the near release of HOISNY; I present to you with probably the cringest blurb I’ve ever written XD

After avoiding each other for years, Gordon and Flying Scotsman are reunited at The Great Railway Show. But things take a turn for the worse, when during the Race, an accident leaves them both extremely vulnerable. Things aren’t looking as sunny on the other side either, when an innocent comment leaves Thomas reeling and reliving feelings he had tried so hard to forget.

Truths that had previously been buried are worming their way to the surface again and after many, many years of avoiding it; Flying Scotsman and Gordon finally have to confront their feelings for each other.

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Perhaps a Hot Take: I don't have anything against JayVik as a ship, but the amount of people in the fandom who use it as an opportunity to be openly racist and misogynistic towards Mel and Sky, and to feminize/infantilize Viktor as a disabled man make it REALLY hard to enjoy

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[teacupsandcyanide]

Something I miss from earlier eras of the creative side of the internet was things just being unabashedly low-budget. Just all unashamedly amateur, unprofessional, ‘I don’t own a good camera but I have a story to tell you’, ‘I can’t afford a good mic but I have a song to sing for you,’ ‘I don’t have any kind of background in editing or lighting and I only just picked up this guitar last Tuesday but here’s an entire musical me and my friends wrote about our favourite book, we filmed it on a potato and put it up on YouTube in ten minute segments because we thought it was pretty funny.’

[losersolace]

i know nobody fucks with will solace even though he’s not a fighter bc imagine pissing him off and he goes “you will start coughing in three days” and then in three days you actually start coughing. you wrong him once and he’s like “ok then. explosive diarrhea” and you have to start praying for forgiveness

[nemesyaaa]

NO BC SHIRTLESS RUDY PANKOW + NECKLACE + SLIGHT MUSTACHE ?? SAY NO MORE, I NEED HIM.

the sookie sookie part, i soaked my panties rn

[trashyshrew]

[doctorsiren]

OLD ART but I found these walkcycles from an assignment last year (i was “”dying”” during that time of year [school stress 💀💀💀] so this was so rushed LMAOO but I had to get it in by the due date)

[maxphilippa]

AND NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY.

/nf

[flipit-turnways]

strider-man... haha. im hilarious (johndave week day 5 - first kiss) alt under cut

[the-kinning-hour]

Late night small talk

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie, no other descriptions of reader given except mentioning hitting that spot just right)

Contents: lingerie, both are a lil pervy tbh, humiliation, crying, praise kink, sub!Eddie, this is literally just horny ramblings

18+ only

It wasn't every day you came back to your house and your best friend had broken in. Maybe, every other week at best.

Usually, Eddie would be high eating your snacks (you were thinking about getting a lock for the cabinets). Or he would be watching whatever show you recorded and tease you about spoiling it (you threatened to use the VHS to beat him over the head and strangle him with the VHS ribbon if he did).

But, you had no clue Eddie was even in your house today. His van wasn't parked in your driveway when you came home. His shoes weren't in a haphazard pile at the front door. You had 0 clue he was there.

Not until you heard a thump coming from your bedroom. Which, your first thought went to the knickknacks you had that someone could be stealing (they wouldn't cause to a normal person it was junk but to you they were memories).

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen (you weren't gonna die without a fight, besides you learned a thing or two from the horror movies Eddie made you watch). You quietly pushed your bedroom door open and-

Shit.

Eddie was standing in your room in front of your mirror. Miles of pale skin just on display, scattered with contrasting dark tattoos he had. Nothing on, save for your lilac lingerie.

The palest purple lace bra, you can see from the back isn't even clipped correctly, missing the hook entirely. But the color is striking on Eddie. The lace thong cuts high on Eddie's ass, and you try not to gawk at the little black heart tattooed on his cheek. Eddie's scars seem softer amongst the lace.

How often did Eddie do this? Come over and put on your lingerie? Stand in front of the mirror and rub his fingers over his one hardened nipple. You couldn't see from where you were, but you knew his cock was hard. He'd be leaking all over your underwear, marking them.

Eddie lets out a little moan and it ignites a fire in your gut. You lick you lips as you watch Eddie, which maybe makes you a pervert but really it is your house and he is wearing your clothes so if anyone is-

Fuck why is it so hot?

"So-" you clear your throat. Eddie let's out a screech (that you are pretty sure ruined your eardrums) as he whirls around. He tries to cover himself with his arms, curls in on himself. And Holy cow he is hard.

He is big, so big, the tip just peeking out of the waistband of the panties. You can see the pearly translucent precum already dripping onto the underwear.

"I- fuck, I'm aha listen I can exp- i can explain!" Eddie fumbles over his words. You blink a few times tearing your eyes away from his massive dick (oh it would feel so good it would hit every spot just right).

Eddie's face is red, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh Baby, no," you rush over, pausing when Eddie flinches. You gently put a hand out on Eddie's shoulder, drawing him into a hug, " It's- it's okay. Please don't cry." "Don't hate me." You gasp in shock, pulling back to look in his eyes," I could never!"

Eddie's eyes are wet, filled with unshed tears. His nose is turning a bit red, from embarrassment, shame, or sadness you can't tell. But his cheeks are such a pretty pink you think it'd look nice elsewhere on his pale skin.

Eddie hides his face with his hair, shuffling his feet a bit. "So..." you pause unsure how to ask it politely so you just go for it," I can see this is a kink thing...but like, what kind?"

Eddie shrugs," Wanted to feel pretty..." You frown," You are pretty Eddie." Eddie shakes his head and gestures to his abdomen," Not with these."

Eddie really should not be drawing your eyes any further south then his face. Cause your pulse kicks up and the fire inside you lights back up your spine. You can't help but notice his dick is still hard as a rock.

"You are too pretty." "Not really." "Yes!" Not-" You shove Eddie lightly, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed. Eddie's eyes widen in shock as he peers up at you.

"Don't talk about my best friend that way! You are too pretty. And handsome. Funny. So talented," You sigh and step forward, into Eddie's parted legs. Eddie leans up on his elbows and blinks rapidly at you. "You're so fucking pretty Baby." You murmur, hand reaching out lightly touching his thigh.

Eddie let's out a whine before looking startled at himself. You can't help but notice his dick twitch under the pale purple lace. "You like being called pretty?" You smirk. "Like when you call me Baby," Eddie replies softly.

You aren't sure who moves first, but suddenly your arms are wrapped around each other. Your lips meet Eddie's without hesitation. His are slightly chapped but still soft, molding perfectly against your own.

You run your hand down Eddie's neck, to the pale bra strap and snap it. He gasps and you take the chance, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes of weed, mint gum, and just Eddie.

Eddie moans against you, hips bucking forward seeking friction. You pull back, gasping for air. Eddie let's out a whine," No, come back-" "I ain't going anywhere Baby."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut as he bites his lip. He hums as you kiss his jaw, lightly nipping at his pulse point. He shivers against you, hips bucking forward again. You suck lightly as you decide to give him some relief.

Your hand snakes down, grasping him firmly. You lightly squeeze through the lace, giving just enough friction as you move your hand.

"Look so good in my lingerie Baby, you should wear it more often." You murmur between kisses. Eddie nods absently, gasping and moaning beneath you. "Got a red pair that has some nice straps, you'd look so metal and so so pretty."

Eddie freezes, mouth falling open. His brow wrinkles slightly as he moans, pleasure overtaking him. His hips spasm, even his thighs twitch, as he comes. You can feel your underwear get soaked along with part of his stomach.

You stroke him through it, extending his pleasure until he whimpers and pushes at your hand. You pull back, smiling softly at his face. Eddie's eyes flutter open, darting down to your lips. "Kiss?" He asks quietly, unsure. You simply smile and kiss him again.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Have you watched Dungeon Meshi yet? I feel like you would LOVE dungeon meshi (see also: I think it would give you obsessive brain rot)

I uh... um... yeah I like Dungeon Meshi a normal amount.

[ay-its-grey]

Whiplash (2014) but it’s over zoom

[screams-in-writing]

Oo if you're up to doing sappy happy writings I had this thought the other day about Puzzles being very gentle with the reader. Like a role-reverse of my last ask, instead this time it's Puzzles who enthralled himself into lovingly touching the reader, seeing how They react to His touch for a change.

Ooo yes, let’s just jump into it! I hope you’re ready; I had a lot of fun with this and it ran away from me as I went!

Setting: Mr. Puzzles is back in his home world and reader is visiting him in his house at the edge of the showgrounds, and he’s just so, so excited to be able to spend time with the reader and Mr puzzles has the whole evening planned out and is pleased that the reader is a happy to go along with it.

[this will be broken up into different ‘sections’ to show Mr. Puzzles getting comfortable with being allowed to do some casual exploring. And 1st pov, because that’s easier to write him in for some reason]

Front door:

I didn’t ever think I’d get this many chances to spend time with you. Not after everything that had happened, and yet here we were. I was awaiting your arrival to my house (an actual home, not an empty warehouse or some meaningless mansion that meant nothing if I had nothing out of it. I was currently experiencing a great deal of nerves, even though I had this ‘date’ planned to a T. When you knocked, I practically fell over my own feet to open the door, and only remained balanced as I caught myself onto the doorframe.

“Good evening, my dear.” I flashed the best technicolor smile I could manage, though I was certain I didn’t hide the interested expression when I saw what you were wearing. It took a lot of effort to keep my hands to myself, and that was likely your plan from the mischievous look you shot me as you entered the house. I closed the door, and after you took off your coat, I couldn’t help but slide in close to you, taking the coat from you as my other arm casually slipped around your waist. Stooping, my metal head leaned in close to the side of yours. Trailing my fingers along your side, I whisper. “Tease. You tempt me so.”

Kitchen:

“When’d you get that apron?”

“I think it was a present from one of your roommates, as a joke.” Tilting my head to the side, I keep myself focused on clearing off the table, while you manned the sink.You’d all but banned me from the sink after I’d nearly had my beautiful metal head nearly fell into it after getting struck in the head by a whirlwind that was Mario being chased by Smg3. Subsequently, I asked you, pleaded, really, to not let Mario onto my house again.

“It was Rose, wasn’t it?”

“Who else would’ve given me an apron with ‘kiss the insecure man’ on it?” I grumbled as I finished tidying up.”

“And yet you kept it.” You turned off the sink. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Why get another one when this one is perfectly functional?” I offered in answer as I spun about and snuck up on you to wrap my arms around you, fingers lightly trailing down along your spine. It delighted me that you leaned into me; I tugged you closer, practically lifting you up into my arms from where I stooped again. “And what do you think I’d ask of you?”

“Kiss me, insecure tv man.” You teased me again.

I took you at your word and set you down on the counter behind you in order to not have to bend over so far in order to kiss you.

“I think I saw a movie like this once.”

“We are not reenacting one of those.” I teased in return by rubbing my screen swiftly into your hair before I dipped down and left a brief zap of static across your lips to make you inhale sharply at its intensity. A hooded expression appeared on my face, the technicolor smile pleased. I slid one hand along your cheek, giddy over you tilting your head up at my touch. I didn’t build up static this time, indulging in a longer kiss as I gathered up the static ‘fuzziness’ to align along your lips. A curious sensation, but one I found I quite enjoyed. Muffled laughter emitted from my speakers when I ‘licked’ a stripe of static along your cheek after ending the kiss. I kissed the hand you shoved into the middle of my screen, mimicking a ‘nip’ with a quick zap different from the softly static I used for the kiss.

Living room:

The movie was a given, but I found I couldn’t quite focus because you’d decided to move from my side, where I could gently caress your arm with my hand, to on my lap.

My…predicament was likely known to you, but you did quite an admirable job making it seem as though you were enthralled with the movie of the screen we were watching.

Perhaps I should have insisted upon you watching a movie on my face, that I may better look at you and your different expressions, and feel your body breathing as you wrapped your arms around my body and watched my screen.

But two could play at this game.

I didn’t make you look away from the screen, but I certainly gave you something to think about when I wrapped my arms around you, and teased a hand across your belly, as if to slide a hand up beneath the clothing to touch bare skin. When you retaliated by shifting around to a more ‘comfy’ position, I near growled something and pressed my metal head against the back of your neck, to ‘flick’ static there to make you squirm in return.

It was fun.

I was having fun, and from the sound of your smothered laughter, you were too. But the night was still a ways away, and the movie still had an hour and fourteen minutes left.

Bedroom:

“You know, I think I would have directed that movie much differently than that director had.” I mused, as I stared at the mirror on the dresser, while waiting for you to finish with the bathroom.

“You say that to a lot of the movies we watch.” You pointed out, the bathroom door cracked open a little to hear me speak.

“Because it’s true! I have ideas! Artistic passion to make the creativity flow so much better than it did!” I protested, half joking and half serious. When the bathroom door shoved open, the light in it turned off, I kept my focus on the mirror, and the fact that I was fully dressed. This shouldn’t be so difficult for me; it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen what my body looked like, with its robotic limbs and scars left behind with all the maintenance required to keep myself in good condition.

“You know we don’t have to do anything, if you’re not feeling up to it tonight. I know you have trouble with this still; I don’t mind if we just cuddle in bed; you’re really warm and nice to hold on to while falling asleep.”

I heard your approach, and your arms looping around my waist to reach up in order to make me stop clenching my hands so tightly over my chest. I slowly unlocked my fingers, and allowed myself to trace your hands lightly as I think over your words. Then, I take a breath, and let it out slowly.

“I’m not conventionally attractive, my dear.” I hesitated, fidgeting with one of your hands. “I know you’re…comfortable, around me, seeing what I’ve done to my body…” I trailed off, gently shooed your hands away and then turned around to hold you to me, gently roaming my fingers over you as I sighed. “But it’s a process, as you’ve said before. Little steps, to not be as…repulsed, by what I’ve done to myself, when you’ve show you quite like me.” I dropped my voice low. “So let me show how much I appreciate you as you’ve shown your appreciation.” I did so love the way you reacted to my voice, but more so to my touch, when given the chance.

Bedroom, after:

I slowly traced skin, a blanket hiding the both of us away from the outside world.

This silence.

It was wonderfully peaceful.

I nuzzled my metal face into yours, peppering your sleepy self with my own version of kisses, the static spark more than likely tickling.

This quiet time was nice and lazy; I got to keep you all to myself, and got to hold you. To feel you breathe calmly in your sleep, for the entire night, once you finally dozed off.

I loved that you stayed with me, and let me have this quiet time, content with petting along your back and shoulders, and planting lazy kisses along any part of you I could get to.

It was addictive; it was distracting.

I didn’t mind.

I enjoyed the attention, and I loved the way I could return the attention in my own way, even if my robotic metal hands, whether they were covered up or not, couldn’t feel the same as my human ones once hand. But it didn’t stop me from enjoying contact with another human, and the affectionate nature that grew each time.

Next morning:

You were asleep.

The sun had since risen, but I didn’t dare disturb your peaceful slumber. Besides, it gave me more time to admire you, now that there was natural lighting beginning to creep across the room.

I couldn’t help but sigh longingly over the way the light crossed your hair, and then, your face.

The introduction to the sunlight crossed you face made you scrunch it up reflectively, a soft groan releasing before you sighed and sleepily turned over to snuggle in closer to me, back to the window as you bury your face into my chest.

I released a dreamy sigh this time, before removing my head and placing it between two pillows so that I could watch myself hold you, and pet your arms lightly before tugging the blanket back up over your shoulders. I brought you closer to me, my heart hammering in self-consciousness as you turned your head to press your cheek into the skin that was cross-crossed with scars. Twitching, I loosened my arms from around you to turn over onto my back, in an attempt to try to encourage you to lie alongside me instead.

Your mostly asleep self (stubbornly) wiggled right back to where you were before, if not more on top of me than before.

I held perfectly still as your right arm draped my waist as you half-pushed, half crawled onto my chest and side before you’re head resumed its place on my scarred chest. My screen was surely showing off a flushed face, eyes fixed on you cuddled up half ontop of me; I graciously tugged the blanket back into place, then laid my hands down. One on your blanketed shoulders, and one of the back on your neck, both hands idly tracing along, delighting in the slight difference in material of the blanket retaining your heat, and your neck warming my hand somewhat as I trailed my fingers through hair. I wondered just how much of a flushed expression I had, even if I knew that it was likely an adoring look beneath that was fixed upon you.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was lightly move your right hand to try to grasp my hand behind your neck.

“Good morning.” I moved my hand and indulgently held yours; it was ever so endearing to see your expression as you slowly went from mostly asleep to somewhat awake as you realized somewhere inbetween that my metal head was missing. When you turned to find it, I flashed a warm technicolor smile. “Did you sleep well, my dear?”

“Mmhm.” Was your answer even though you wiggled up along my body, which was…an interesting sensation without clothing in the way. You didn’t seem to mind the scars as you leaned over to pat the side of my head, which made me chuckle when you missed the first few times.

“Do I get my good morning kiss?” I teased, while watching in real time as you woke up. I felt I may be in for a surprise when you offer me a hint of a smile, but not one of teasing; it was one of fondness. I tugged the blanket up again to keep you warm, even went so far as to help you balance as you lean over my neck. “My face is over here, you know.” I reminded, when you began to gently move the fabric covering up the wires wrapped about my cervical spine. What exactly were you-

A jolt of surprise shot through me when I felt you kiss my wires next to what was left of my original neck. I near groaned in pleasant surprise when you actually kissed the nearest bone peeking through the wire, and I practically had to force myself to remain supine. I hadn’t expected…I hadn’t expected there to be any feeling whatsoever compared to the wires I had to weave through the inside of my body to support my skeletal structure that remained in my chest, torso and waist. I must have made some sort of positive response, because you turned your attention on my poor exposed spine like it was your life’s mission to wrench gasps, moans, and pleading from me once you realized my spine was the most sensitive part of my body.

It seemed that the tables had turned on me today, as my face went to a test card, which I can honestly say has not happened to me before, then to a ‘please stand by’ with my logo on it as I convulsed on the bed with the shocking pleasure of having all of those unexpected soft kisses peppered all over my exposed neck.

All in all, I would say that the date last night had been a success, and today was turning out to be quite interesting with your discovery (and my own) of my neck being more sensitive than I ever anticipated it to be.