#i felt inspired

[tennant-the-tigger]

Intrusive thoughts - Boop

In Celebration of Boop Day. Mulder's intrusive thoughts take over because Scully's button nose is so cute not to. TXF Fanart ☆ MSR Fanarti

[yingandzhan]

I felt inspired.

LWJ... Is that you? 🤔

Saw this on Facebook and instantly thought of LWJ doing this after moving house and noticing a tired, worryingly skinny fox trying to get comfortable under a peony shrub in his new garden.

Foxxian can't believe his luck! The next night he visits he finds a plush, comfy basket and snuggly blankets that smell like sandalwood nestled in amongst the shelter of the pink peonies. The night after that, there is fruit and vegetables (green ones he refuses to eat - he's hungry, but he's not THAT hungry). The night after that he arrives to find meat, actually MEAT and it's not raw, it's been cooked. It's so tender and tasty and foxxian can't gobble it down fast enough before he falls asleep all cosy in his heavenly scented bed, curled up amongst the layers of soft blankets.

Just as his sharp eyes slowly began to close, his belly full and his mind drifting off to the land of nod, he could have sworn he saw a beautiful man approaching him, hand lowered to show he meant no harm.

Long fingers messaged that spot between his pointed ears on the top of his head, the one that he never knew could feel so good to have stroked. He can no longer resist the temptation of sleep, too relaxed to care that someone knelt beside him, smelling just as intoxicating as his new favourite place to sleep.

Before he drifts off into an amazing, warm and comforting dream, he thought he heard the man speak. A deep, alluring voice that made his heart soar.

"Wei Ying..." the handsome man all but whispered.

This voice. This scent. This blurry outline of a lithe, beautiful man. So familiar... So comforting...

His last hazy thought drifted through his mind like a rolling cloud in a clear blue sky... Lan Zhan?

[thisdreamplace]

do not forget “yourself”

i think at the end of the day, everyone has come to this is one way or another because of the things we want to experience, to have, to feel and see in our lives, in the world around us. but do not forget “yourself”

the you that is playing the role of [insert your name here lol]

sometimes we are so focused on the outside, and so swamped by the hard emotions that may accompany that

maybe you struggle with anxiety or other mental health issues, maybe youre disappointed with the society in which you live, maybe you really dislike a lot of things about your experience, even hate them

but we forget that within all of this, while focusing so much on how to change the world around us, we could easily change ourselves too using these same methods

imagine yourself without so many anxieties, or see yourself in harmony with your surroundings, etc etc

maybe if youve refused to do this until now, that’s why youre still here

because sometimes we can manage the world to budge, but if you still refuse to, still complaining about the same things or seeing the world in the same painful way, well you’ll never escape that because it lives within you, and thats, of course, the real you

maybe start with yourself for a change, and those more painful feelings you havent been able to shake. stop trying to force in love, when youre still so full of hate. trying to force in abundance, when you cling to scarcity. trying to force in happiness, when youre addicted to melancholy. etc etc

instead, dare to be different. dare to focus on changing YOU, before anything else. who are you being?

if you can still relate to yourself from the past, the you from all these years pasts that youve merely survived and haven’t truly lived, that’s your sign for why youre still stuck

the past you should feel like a ghost, a long ago memory, a past life, another dream

and if doesn’t, if you can still deeply relate to the you who youve tried to escape, thats why youre still here, reading, wondering, and trying.

if youre someone who loves to read about how you dont really need to change, you just need to do this or that thing and it’ll all change for you, and it still hasnt. well… maybe this is your sign to finally do what you’ve avoided.

or continue wondering, waiting, trying…

xo, dream 🦢🫧

[nitro502]

[mannap]

"I'm going to go for... Lewis Hamilton today!" 🔮

[kaeruartz]

I was looking through an old sketchbook and look what i found!

(Don't mind the redhead, she's an unfinished oc i don't even remember her lore)

i just thought of sharing this...

[guelyury]

Querido...

[purplecladmerchant]

A comic and Spoilers for naddpod ep 57!

Thanks @stone-stars for transcribing for me

[sadhappylady]

Leech

Wilhelm was so turned on. Like, so much. He grabbed Simon’s hair and started sucking at Simon’s tongue. Oh god, it felt so good. Fuck. He needed Simon out of these clothes asap. Simon moaned, and Wille followed suit. Simon moaned again, and it was the most beautiful sound ever. Wille moaned even higher, and sucked even harder. He could literally feel how it turned Simon on. Wille’s fingers left Simon’s hair, and instead started fumbling with the button in Simon’s trousers. His mouth stayed, though. It felt heavenly, sucking at Simon’s tongue like that. Soon he would suck his cock equally eagerly. If Simon let him. He usually did. Simon loved when Wille sucked his cock. Actually, Wilhelm couldn’t wait to get Simon out of these clothes.

Simon moaned again, literally whimpering into Wille’s mouth. Wille continued his sucking ministrations. Oh, he loved hearing Simon like this, loved when he was keen and turned on for Wille. Suddenly, Simon was wiggling his head and with a pop, he broke free from the hold of Wille’s mouth. “Wille, what the fuck are you doing?” was the first thing out of his mouth. What?

“What?” Wille said it out loud as well.

“You sucking my tongue. It fucking hurts.” Simon was rubbing his tongue. “Didn’t you hear that I tried to get you to stop?” No? Wasn’t Simon only making good sounds?

Simon stuck his tongue out with a pout on his face. “Thee?” he said.

“See what?”

“There’s a fucking suction mark on my tongue, Wille!” Simon stuck his tongue out again, and yes, there, on the side of Simon’s tongue was a little swelling on the tongue.

“Really? I didn’t know you could do that!”

At that, Simon started giggling. “Neither did I. But see, you did it anyway, and it’s so uncomfortable.” He was wiggling his tongue around in his mouth, before he stuck it out and rubbed his finger over the sore spot.

“Can I feel?” Wille asked. Simon stuck his tongue out once more. Wille let his finger drag over the same spot Simon just had his finger at. The swelling wasn’t big, but it was definitely there.

“Want me to kiss it better?” Simon nodded.

Wille laid Simon down on the bed again, and let his lips roam over his. They both opened their mouths simultaneously to let their tongues meet in the heat between them. Just as Wille was starting to feel it again, Simon burst out giggling. Wille sighed, but just watching Simon was contagious, and soon Wille found himself laughing with Simon at his own expense.

When Simon finally stopped laughing, Wille removed first his own clothing, before he got going on Simon’s. When they were both fully naked, he lay down beside Simon, and leant in for another kiss. At the moment his lips met Simon’s, Simon started giggling uncontrollably yet again, and after taking in the sight, Wille couldn’t help but join him. He could see how it was still somehow funny.

“Lucky for you, I already love you. If this had been the first time we hooked up, I would have laughed at you and been out the door already, you weirdo,” Simon giggled like a five year old girl.

“Weirdo?”

“Mhm.”

“Shut up!”

“Make me,” Simon smirked, and Wille could absolutely do that.

He bent over and covered Simon’s mouth with his. The exact moment his tongue met Simon’s, the other started laughing once again.

“Siiiimon,” Wille whined, “stop laughing.”

“But it tickles. This is all your fault for sucking on my tongue like a leech,” Simon laughed, covering his mouth with his hands. “Oh, maybe I’ll start calling you that now. Leech.” He resumed giggling like a child, while he rolled around on the bed.

“If you stop laughing, maybe I’ll suck you somewhere else,” Wille admitted.

Simon stilled and peeked up at that. “Yeah?”

“What did you think was on my mind while I was sucking your tongue?”

“Oh. Ok, leech, you have my permission. But no suction marks on my dick, I’m warning you.” Simon gave Wille a stern look and wagged his finger at him before he broke into another heap of giggles, and Wille could only roll his eyes in retaliation.

He shifted around on the bed, so that his head was closer to Simon’s crotch, before he started stroking the insides of his thighs.

“Wille,” Simon whined, “I’m too giggly for this shit, it’s tickling. None of this teasing, please. I need the big guns.”

And ok. Wille could pull out the big guns. His hand found Simon’s cock and stroked him firmly a few times, before he pulled the foreskin back and licked carefully on the tip.

“Better?”

“So much better,” Simon moaned. “Don’t stop, Wille.”

Wille dived in once more. He definitely knew how to suck dick, that was not a problem. He took Simon’s cock fully in his mouth this time. Bobbing his head up and down, he got to work, sucking and licking at the right spots just like he knew Simon liked it. It made him feel so powerful to have Simon like this, knowing that he could turn him from a giggling mess to a writhing mess in the span of only a few minutes. Which again was such a turn on for Wille himself.

“Mhm, yeah,” Simon keened. His hips lifted from the mattress, and Wille almost choked on Simon's cock when it pushed into his throat.

Wille took a few deep breaths before pushing Simon's hips into the mattress, going back to work. He didn't want to stop, wanted Simon to feel good.

“Wille,” Simon moaned. “So good.”

Wille could tell that Simon was close by how his legs were writhing, and how he was trying to break free from Wille's hold on his hips. Wille just kept at it, he knew Simon never lasted long when he went down on him. He moaned around Simon's cock, being so turned on himself by seeing Simon like this, hearing these noises that he was obviously trying to keep down, to prevent Linda from hearing.

“Mmmmhmmmhm,” was all that was coming out of Simon's mouth now, before a long, drawn out “aaaaaaahhh” announced that he was coming.

Wille loved it when Simon came in his mouth, loved how that meant he liked what Wille was doing. The taste and texture of his semen, on the other hand, Wille could not get used to.

He made a noise, pointing at his mouth, and slowly got up from the bed. He spit out in the sink, and rinsed his mouth while he was at it.

“Hey, leech, come back here,” Simon’s voice came from the bed.

Wille groaned at the pet name, but came back to bed all the same. Simon held out his arms to him, and Wille slided in beside him, nestling into the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” Wille whispered.

“I love you, too. That was spectacular, by the way. You’re my all time favourite leech, just so you know it,” Simon whispered into his ear, and Wille groaned again. “And my tongue is all good again. Maybe I can use it for some good?” Simon wiggled his eyebrows. Before long, Wille was coming down Simon's throat, ooh’ing and aaah’ing as well.

And before long, Simon only had to whisper “hey, leech” and Wille knew exactly what Simon was after. Lucky for Simon, Wille was always ready to comply. He refrained from sucking his tongue like that ever again, though. Once was trauma enough for the both of them.

[suremango]

Has anyone ever thought about how young chip looked? Like yeah he struggled all his life and probably physically wilted, his skin riddled with scars. But he's still 19. So what if whenever his body was covered all they could see was a boy? A young man, youthful and ambitious and abit of a bastard. A crooked smile on a baby face. He never seemed that old, a future ahead of him, a future painted by a raspy and pitched voice, eyes haunted but looking for all the world. Greedy and selfish, heart full of more gold than he ever could want. Mischievous and clever, energetic and witty, selfless and brash, young and alive..

And now, now that his heart had been ripped from his throat. It leaves his chest hollow and his voice hoarse, deepened like an echo spoken through magic alone. No hope or life in a voice that lacks a proper tone. And he tries to use it. To spill out that future but the echo just gets louder as he grows further. He looks at his skin and misses how his scars looked healed, how his skin beamed with color even in them and how he could feel its warmth. His fire tattoo so faded it looks more like smoke and his skin so pale and grey like it belongs to same pallet with the black dripping from his mouth. He doesn't taste blood. doesn't taste at all. He feels empty. He yearns for breath with no place to hold it. His body didn't even get the chance to fight before it lost. Dead and decaying by the second.

And he looks at his friends. And for once, he sees nothing in their eyes, no reflection of him because they don't see him.

In their eyes, they see him break and shatter. His image a million pieces on the ground. And as he gets up before they could process, the pieces reformed in an instant but there's something wrong. They see him get up and fight, yell and joke, laugh and comfort. They don't miss that sliver of echo in his voice. How it changed just enough it's unsettling. How his eyes look no longer haunted but rather lifeless. These are the eyes of their friend and it scares them. His body is losing it's life so fast. He gets thinner than he already was and his skin ages, malnourished and lacking, his face looks disgustingly older to the point they don't recognize him. The color in his hair fades so fast. And then it falls, eyes sinking and skin practically melting and tearing like it's some old fabric weakened by age. His chest sinks and his fingers wrinkle and tear to bone. His smile torn by something that's more akin to their flag. Even his bones are scratched and withered.

And yet they still hug him, still love him. They don't recognize him. Almost fear him. See him in the hollowed they kill. Worry for a second it's him that they killed. When his whisper quiet footsteps are behind them, when a sharp, cold touch grases their shoulders they force themselves to not look panicked. You think jay, with all the fear instilled into her, once turned around and almost shot him in the skull? he'd barely withered at that point and she could see his eyes so full of hurt. Maybe as gillion ruthlessly cut through the crowds of hollowed had almost struck him, stopped by his friends yelp, his eyes and mind lagging behind before he remembers. And chip is just left to dwell on how he's no longer the boy that arlin knew or loved, how he probably won't recognize him. And since that's the first person to make him feel human, feel alive, then that would mean he's back to being nothing at all.

[loosesodamarble]

Nacht: Fun fact, when my parents took Morgen and I to the church for our baptisms, the holy water burned my skin like acid.

Morgen: That’s a lie and you know it. You only cried because getting splashed with water as a baby startled you.

Nacht: Well at least I didn’t vomit on the priest!

Morgen: Mother never said I vomited! It was only spit up! Don’t twist the details!

Yami, enjoying his beer while the twins argue: The family lore dump I never expected to get…

[cos-latte]

Slight update to this goofy ahhh hater

Initial here

[dirty-xenobladeconfessions]

[cb-writes-stuff]

Bim Bom in your inbox !!!

[tohot4u]

I did a thing…

@notsofrozt

[monarhrh]

Leonor Amihan de Guzmán stood at the edge of the Fasilides Bath House, the ancient structure surrounded by towering walls and lush trees. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, creating an atmosphere of serene tranquility. The bath house itself was a marvel, with its central tower rising majestically from the waters, connected by a narrow bridge that seemed to float above the mirrored surface.

She had heard tales of this place, of the sacred festival of Timkat where pilgrims would flock from across the globe to bathe in these waters, seeking spiritual cleansing and renewal. Yet, today, the bath house was almost deserted, save for a few caretakers tending to the grounds and the occasional curious visitor. Leonor appreciated the quiet; it allowed her a moment of peace, a rare luxury in her turbulent life. As she wandered closer to the water’s edge, her gaze was drawn to a figure standing on the bridge. “I did not expect to find you here, of all places. What brings you to this ancient sanctuary? ”her curiosity piqued.