#i can hear it. in his voice.

[kindgreenape]

garte voice: yes, hello rcm? i have two adult men bleeding out on the pavement in front of my establishment. one of them has a jacket that says. erm. i don’t think i can say that.

[ninthriven]

Micah-10 & Mihaylova

[kittykalliarts]

For decades, the blank vision that Iudex Neuvillette wears near his heart has been subject to much discussion in Fontaine. Nobody remembers who it had once belonged to or why the ancient dragon protected it so jealously. It is said that if the Chief Justice would to stare at it for a long while, it would be sure to rain right after. Oh, how beloved that person must've been.

[hinamie]

ik i've done like 5 panel redraws from 265 alone but this is the last one promise

[shouyuus]

─── 飛雄 BECAUSE WITH YOU BENEATH HIM he feels on top of the world -- he feels like flying might not be such a superhuman task, that falling wouldn't be so terrifying because at least he knows if he hits the ground, you'll be right there to catch him. because with you pinned beneath him like this, the flush of red pluming up your cheeks like a summertime sunrise, he doesn't have to question the voice in the back of his head that's always asking for more and more and more.

"t-to - bio --"

your voice cracks like a flintstone against the burgeoning sparks of desire snapping in the base of his belly. his hips ruck down into yours, and he's not even inside you -- neither of you managed to get all you clothes off in the mad fumble of limbs the second you'd made it through the door -- but he can feel the persistent pulse already building behind his navel as he groans, head dropping to watch his clothed cock skim along your wet panties, the damp patch in his boxers mirroring yours, the sight making heat fizzle like white static behind his eyes.

he grips your wrists all the tighter, forcing his gaze back up to you -- to your pink-cheeked face and desperate expression.

"f -- mm -- yeah? feel good?"

"g-good -- want more --"

he reaches down his free hand to tug aside your panties, hissing out a breath as he sees the evidence of your desire for him slicked so obviously against the soft lacey fabric, his fingers slipping through your puffy lips making your hips jump as he grazes over your clit.

"f-fuck!" you yelp as he sinks two fingers into you with a thick groan, feeling your walls clamp down around him, cock twitching at the proximity of your wet, warm heat. he licks lips and works his fingers into you, leaning up when you whimper, content to swallow the noise with his lips on yours, your mouth falling open so easily for him.

and usually, he likes to take his time, lick into the hot cavern of your mouth till you're whining, tugging at his hair, kiss down the length of your body, sink his teeth into the tender flesh of your stomach, your hips, your thighs -- but tonight, there's a giddiness rushing through his veins. maybe it's the adrenaline left over from the match, or maybe it's just the sight of you cheering him on in the stands, your eyes brighter than any stadium lights, your cheeks inked pink with your excitement.

you're always a vision to behold, and it never fails to bring his heart crawling into his mouth, but tonight, he'd balked at the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, at all the hundreds and thousands of people sharing the stands with you -- because only he gets to see you like this, glass-glazed eyes and ruddy cheeks, lips parted and panting.

"to - bio -- please --"

"yeah? what -- what do you want?"

he snaps his wrist, curls his fingers, soaks in the way you keen, your hips kicking up, thighs trembling as you bite down hard on your bottom lip.

"want -- want you -- fuck --"

you're tugging weakly at his hand, your wrists still pinned beneath his palm, and both of you know it's a fruitless endeavor, but his stomach still clenches at the motion. he tightens his hold, tutting gently.

"wanna hear you say it," he says, coaxing, even as he fucks his fingers into you hard enough for your toes to curl, the wet schlick echoing off the bedroom walls, his clothed cock still rutting against your thigh. you can almost feel the veins pulsing through the material of his boxers, and that thought alone makes your mind go fuzzy.

"tobio -- want -- want you to fuck me -- please!" you force the words out between whimpers and moans, your mouth falling open as he angles his fingers up into your g-spot, pressing until your back arches clear off the bed.

"mm... good," tobio exhales a long breath, pulling his fingers from you, only to bring it to his lips. you blink up at him through damp lashes, watching blearily as he licks his fingers clean of you before he's bending down to press his tongue into your mouth. you moan at the taste of your own juices on his tongue, hiccupping as you feel him shoving down the waistband of his boxers -- finally, finally.

he releases your wrists only to reach up and lace his fingers with yours, holding you still as he strokes himself once, twice, your breath hitching as his cock catches your sensitive hole.

"shit --" he jerks forward at the contact, a tiny frown digging into his forehead as he lines himself up against you, glancing up with a small smile.

"deep breath," he says. you whimper, but suck in the breath all the same, knowing exactly what comes next. and still, it doesn't fully prepare you for the feeling of him thrusting into you in a single, fluid motion, bottoming out completely -- fucking into you far enough to tingle the back of your head as you mouth goes slack around a silent moan.

he leans up to press a kiss to your lips --

"been wanting you since half-time at the match... so don't hold back, 'kay?"

you nod, giving his hand a tiny squeeze as he pulls back and fucks back in with a thick, chest-rumbling groan.

"c'mon -- answer, hm?"

you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him shallow out his thrusts, teasing at your entrance, making you squirm.

"k-kay --"

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[bruciemilf]

Jaime, in order to put himself through law school fast, easy, and relatively legal, picks up a stage singing job at one of those seedy bars that pay quick and dirty.

Only problem is Red Hood also frequents that club. And he’s gonna make Jaime anxiety puke if he keeps staring like that.

[andyoullhearitagain]

Literally they could have stopped making Deep Space Nine and made seven seasons of this show and I would have been happy.

[vampiresfromxenon]

Astarion as silly Tumblr posts :) pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[valentjin]

[simcardiac-arrested]

day 30 - videogame (undertale, fnaf, etc)

somebody get this man some chapstick

[qweenofurheart]

Hi!!! I have no question but I just wanted to say I love the way you draw Tim <3 (also love ur art in gen it's srsly gorgeous)

THANK YOU! he’s so silly…

[corseque]

I made a voice comparison to the new line in the new Instagram short.

[starry-bi-sky]

*points at bruce and danny in 'late at night when the nightingale sings'* THESE TWO MFERS MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEEE

no thoughts head empty just these two socially inept fools finding family in one another. like yes you go you funky little death omens stole that one from a comment on the fic, so if you see this you know who you are, discover that family isn't only tied in blood.

bUT onto less mushy stuff: these two being shenaniganizers; tomfools. Bruce realized that Danny didn't actually know he was Bruce Wayne and instead of going "oh actually im bruce wayne" he went; "hrm... how long can i keep this going until he realizes...."

like. i think they deserve to be the sillies. just utter goobers the both of them. like, danny makes the wittiest side comments, dry quips, under his breath towards Bruce while they're out in public (Danny covering his face with a face mask) and Bruce is trying not to laugh. Meanwhile if Bruce makes one sly comment about someone to Danny, Danny's gonna collapse with laughter.

Bruce plays straightman in most of their bits, he has the best fucking poker face. But also I firmly believe he does actually enjoy Danny's puns. Look me in the eyes- look me in the eyes. Try and tell me that a man that willingly agrees to call a car "the batmobile" even after his eight year old ward grows up (thus negating the need to go along with his antics) doesn't enjoy a good, well-placed pun. Look me in the eyes and try to tell me that. That's right you can't.

He's gonna spit out a well-placed pun in the driest, most boring Batman Voice Ever one day while he's getting ready for patrol, and Danny's gonna fucking die of laughter. He's gonna lose his mind. Bruce is going to have a half-dead sickly teenager laughing his lungs out in the chair. That's a new core memory right there, every time Danny thinks about that he's gonna start giggling.

just!!! these two making each other laugh! That's so important to me. So so much. I nEED Danny to get Bruce to smile and laugh and I need Bruce to make Danny do the same. Danny's all snark and sass and Bruce is all deadpan and dry quips. Do you all see my vision.

[avastyetwats]

Memorable (and favorite) moments of Captain James Flint cursing.