#heyyyyy :D

[wallcrawlparker]

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

"But-..." Peter sighed and dropped his head back against the back of the chair he was sitting on, realising that he really had no chance in winning this one. "Listen, I... Thanks? But like, I'm so fine." Aside from looking like absolute horse shit he'd been run over by a train, Peter was... relatively alright. He's conscious, so, that's a win... right? Right.

[junkwounds]

"My queen! Why… Why are you looking so intently at me…???! Did I do something? I PROMISE I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!… This time."

❝ YOU . ❞

her voice is BOOMING , FURY unkept in the singular word she nearly SNARLS out . a HEAVY exhale through the clench of SHARP teeth gives way to only momentary leniency . dez is still HEAVING from her exertion of RAGE , TOWERING over rat - junk ( she doesn't spare any remembrance with him past the trouble he's worth ) with canines BARED in a FIERCE frown .

❝ so what if ya haven't done anything of recent , FAWKES ! ME POOR SUMMER SHACK STILL REMEMBERS THE GRIEVENCES ! ❞

she doesn't spare jamison in her ANGER , raising her voice to a near - YELL , the same way her shack went without mercy ( not really , truly she'd be far more VENGEFUL ) . her form LEERS down over him , bright red eyes BRIMMING with DISDAIN .

❝ you KNOW yer not supposed to come around , troublemaker . you better have the BEST reason as to why , or yer tongue'll be the price , like i FIRST swore ! ❞

[solasgf]

NEIL ELLICE as HUNTER D-90

LOKI 2.01 "Ouroboros"

[bougiebutchbinch]

gotta go sleep but someone nag me to tell you about my thoughts about trans!alpha logan tomorrah :3c

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

I just realised that I can just write out a drabble of a scene I've been imagining between Poll and Tequilla. I don't just have to draw them.

hm.

[number-one-toku-robot-lover]

Also, I'm onto the second half of kimiyuki and I was just enjoying the delightfully theatrical earnestness and toku actors. Like "Yayyyy ominous narration! Yay hammered home motifs!" But the actual tragedy is building and it's. It's.

[k-is-for-potassium]

California girls we're unforgettable

anyway

hiiii

DAI

SY

DUKES

BIKINIS ON TOP

[god-of-this-new-blog]

“You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.” — Carmilla

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Some non-LB music videos Fred has appeared in

"Bleed" - Soulfly

"Got the Life" - Korn

(Sam Rivers is also in this one right next to Fred on his left)

"The Real Slim Shady" - Eminem

"Get Naked" - Methods of Mayhem

"Home" - Staind

"Bow Wow (That's My Name)" - 'Lil Bow Wow

"Look Out" - Hard Target

"Resurrection" - BONES

[blackjackkent]

Using a random number generator for these :)

Karlach/Hector - A kiss to the palm of the hand

Jaheira/Rasaad - A kiss while one party is carried

Rakha/Wyll - A kiss in greeting

(kiss roulette meme)

Hrmdehrm, as always, many ideas swirling around. Decided to go with J/R (as usual XD ) and also combine this with one of your prompts from this ask. (“What Are We” moment prompts)

Jaheira/Rasaad - A kiss while one party is carriedRasaad/Jaheira (from Rasaad's POV this time) - feeling aflutter after something they've done dozens of times

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"Good," Rasaad says approvingly. "Now, your weight must stay balanced. Remain on the balls of your feet. Balance allows for quick reaction."

"A lesson any druid would approve of," Jaheira says with a slight smile.

"I thought you would like it." He circles her slowly, appraising her stance from all sides. She has her hands up in a guard pose as he has taught her, her shoulders squared, one foot slightly forward of the other. Her lips twitch as she turns her head to follow him, catching his eyes drifting across her hips.

"Your gaze lingers, monk," she says teasingly.

Rasaad coughs, feeling caught out. She's right, of course; his attention to her is very much more than merely academic. He has never tried to teach martial arts to someone he is in love with before; it makes for a far more... invigorating experience. Moves he knows as closely as his own breath take on a new dimension in her body, in his acute awareness of her every movement and her closeness against him, the scent of her skin and the way her eyes narrow and her lips work in a moment of focus--

Presumably, he reflects ruefully, this is why the Sun Soul does not encourage romance among its acolytes.

"I would be a poor teacher," he says gravely rather than voicing any of this, "if I did not thoroughly study every detail of your performance..."

She chuckles. "And what do you see, hm?"

A work of art, far beyond my deserving even now. "I see you are favoring your forward leg. It will leave you vulnerable to a sweep." He finishes circling her, comes to a halt in front of her again and finds that she is grinning at him.

"Be still my heart, the poetic words that fall from his lips..." she says dryly, adjusting her bearing to better center her weight.

"You asked me to train you," he says with all the dignity he can muster. "So I must remain... focused, however distracting you might be. I will not give you less than my best."

"I am jesting with you, Rasaad," she says; her tone gentles in a way that sends a pleasant shiver through his heart. Then her eyes narrow with muted playfulness. "Though it is good to know I have such an effect..."

He smiles sheepishly. "When we have finished for the day, I will endeavor to find proper words for it," he murmurs. A pause; he clears his throat and straightens up firmly. "For now, though - to business. Shall we try the shoulder throw again?"

She lets the smile fade from her face in favor of a studious, attentive air, though there is still a hint of mischief in her expression that he can't quite account for. "Perhaps you ought to demonstrate it for me again," she says thoughtfully.

He nods and reaches out to grab the front of her tunic with one hand, her sleeve with the other. Twisting his body sideways as he steps forward, he crouches, pulling her down and forward against his back. "It is easier at speed," he explains. "But you see the principle - to catch your opponent's momentum and use their weight against them. As they come forward, you lift--"

He suits the action to the word, lifting upward so she is fully suspended off the ground in preparation for the flipping throw. "You see?" he prompts.

"Hm. Yes..." she murmurs. Her mouth is almost against his ear, and for a moment he loses track of what he was doing as she takes advantage of the strange position to press a kiss directly under his ear at the hinge of his jaw.

His breath catches and he turns his head, instinctively seeking her lips with his, and in doing so unconsciously rocks his weight back onto his heels--

"Whoa--!"

As he unbalances, she twists her body sideways, dropping one foot to the ground. Pivoting, she executes a perfect sweep to take his legs out from under him; he falls with a grunt, slapping the ground to absorb the shock, and looks up to find her straddling his hips in one of the floor holds he taught her previously.

"Hm," she says, raising one eyebrow as she looks down at him. "What was that about balance being so important?"

It takes him a moment to regain his breath enough to speak - and not only because the impact knocked the air from his lungs. "That," he says, mock-indignant, "was not fair. I am helpless before such tactics."

A grievous lapse in his discipline, really, but it doesn't even occur to him to be embarrassed. There is something thrilling in it - the strength of his feelings that tear through his self-restraint as if it did not exist. For many years, he has struggled against his darker emotions, rage and grief and fear, and fought to keep them contained. What a joy it is, now, to struggle to contain love instead.

And what a joy it is to lose the fight.

She smiles slowly, drawing her fingers over his chest. "Perhaps we should try it again?" she suggests innocently.

He hums contentedly, low in his throat. "As many times as you like."

[saintlesbian]

god forbid a lil sheepy has a fun weekend

[silksworn]

whether you come as LOVER or EXECUTIONER

⸻ i am ready to receive you

independent neutral evil drow wizard companion of Baldur’s Gate III. d&d lore present! penned by lamia. literate & mature & selective.

[pietys-arch]

@wistrea : having      been      secretly      following      runa,      she      saves      their      life      from      an      immediate      threat      while      remaining      hidden      from      runa.

danger      no      longer      prickles      at      her      senses,      &      yet...      was      she      being      watched?      hues      observe   the      surrounding      area,      unable      to      find      the      ...      assailant?      hero?      the      hair      stands      at      the      edge      of      her      neck,      hand      gently      grazing      'pon      war      quoits.      ideally,      she'd      like      to      thank      them--------------      but,      settles      for      leaving      a      meal      in      the      opening.      lentil      curry...      &      mulled      wine.   

[a-high-femme]

I do enjoy my independence but the second I meet adversity (the prospect of dragging an 81lb package up three flights of stairs alone) I become baby once again

[coco0milkshake]

went to my friend’s quince yesterday :D

[curiosityschild]

FINALLY FIXED THE PROBLEM THAT I CAUSED MYSELF FOR NO GOOD REASON AT ALL THAT COULD HAVE TAKEN A WEEK OR TWO TO RESOLVE BUT INSTEAD TOOK LIKE FOUR YEARS SO BASICALLY I AM OKAY AND NORMAL NOW