#i should sleep 😔

[wishchip106]

an anvil is about to land on his head

ouch 😿

[originalartblog]

Someone's last crush didn't live up to the hype 😬

[lotus-pear]

ok gayboy

[somegrumpynerd]

A few more Freaky Friday au doodles, Dream is trying to keep up the act and Nightmare has been worn down

[rayroseu]

(doodle) my house just got flooded and i kinda cried and started acting emotional so to cope with this struggle i am now theorizing that Lilia's cottage gets flooded once in a while when theres an extremely heavy storm☝🌧🌧🌧

(im pretty sure lilias cottage is not those expensively well made ones and theyre near a river so it kinda makes sense it gets flooded once in a while lol)

lilia and silver works together to sweep the floor and clear out the mud or fix any ceiling leaks most of the time (Malleus rarely visit, Sebek's house is too far away) (although Lilia can easily magic away all these problems but he cant cuz he gotta minimize his magic consumption if he still wants to cast lots of magic for 10 more years)

This is also one of the reasons why Malleus returns to the cottage other than for spending time with Silver, Lilia, and Sebek, he is their cottage repairman lol

i do know that Lilia wont cry about this, i just want Lilia to cry about poor housing facilities like the grown up fae he is ✨✨✨✨

[that-girl-glader]

You know what drives me crazy? The fact that Camp Creteceous has an episode called "Chaos Theory". It's season 2 episode 8 by the way. And ik we should be aware already cause we all watched the same shows, but I don't wanna gatekeep. And I need some input too. But I re-watched that to see if it had ties. And I didn't see any AT FIRST. But saying it out loud made me realise.

In that episode Tiff and Mitch are trynna hunt dinosaurs to make money from them. And that's basically one of the main plots in chaos theory. Mysterious people are buying dinosaurs for money and to do their bidding. Now I don't think Tiff and Mitch are capable of that, but you never know. Maybe they worked for a group of people who evolved over years, and became way more serious with their dinosaur illegal doings.

Also Mitch and Tiff are dead. I believe they're dead. But I wouldn't fully rule it out that they are alive. Because technically we never saw bodies, they where never mentioned again, and I don't remember seeing blood in the scene where they went on the boat. And the size of the dinos, if Tiff for eaten by them they would have been a mess of blood. Idk. But maybe it's not that deep. But why else would that specific episode be called Chaos theory, and not any other??? It's gonna love in my brain forever and a half sandwich.

[jel-randombooth]

IT'S ALREADY DECEMBER 22 HERE.

HAPPY 269TH BIRTHDAY TO COUTHON🥳🥳🥳👏👏👏😇

I love him. 🫡💙❤

[shalomniscient]

hello! can i request some ruan mei filth with sub reader 🤭🤭

ask and ye shall recieve 🫡🫡 sorry this took a while, i'm personally used to imagining ruan mei as a power bottom, so writing her as a dom took a little longer to cook LOL

good god, let me give you my life || ruan mei x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. vibrators, fingering, praise, mild bondage

notes. sev try not to name fics after take me to church lyrics challenge (impossible) also sorry again anon this turned more introspective than my filth normally gets.....................

On a lonely planet at the edge of the universe, Ruan Mei gazes down on you like a goddess. Your hands are bound above your head, clasped together as if in prayer as pleasure creeps like vines up and down your body. This bed is the altar, you the sacrifice. You wouldn't have it any other way, especially when Ruan Mei ups the intensity of the vibrator between your legs, causing you to arch your back with a breathless gasp.

"Sweet thing," she murmurs, her voice drifting like leaves in the wind, "look at you."

Her finger trails up and along the left side of your body, from the bone of your hip, higher and higher until she reaches the curve of your breast. Her hand lingers there for a moment, warm against your left rib, before she cups your breast, swiping a thumb over your stiff bud. You whine at her touch, trying to chase the sensation, squirming against your bindings.

"Please," you whisper. "Please, please, I need you—"

Ruan Mei coos gently at your begging, her other hand coming to brush the hair out of your eyes. When you look up at her, desperate, with those lovely, teary, pleading eyes, how could she ever deny you?

You cry out her name as her hand slips lower and she pushes the buzzing toy just a little deeper into your slick cunt. It nudges against that spot inside you, and your thighs snap shut around her hand as explosions burst behind your eyelids, a big bang breathed to life by a loving god. Ruan Mei's gentle praises are echoing, distant as you float on that cosmic high.

When you finally come back down, Ruan Mei has shut off the toy and tenderly withdraws it from your sensitive cunt. It comes away with a wet, slick noise and you shiver at the sensation, your leg kicking out reflexively at the overstimulation. Ruan Mei squeezes your thigh in consolation, then lies down next to you, undoing the bindings on your wrists.

"Are you alright?" she asks softly, and you nod, your tongue feeling too heavy to form words. Instead you nuzzle close to her, your arms winding around her waist as your breath begins to even out again.

It’s moments like these, the quiet afterglow, that Ruan Mei wonders why you’re here—with her, at the edge of the universe. It is not an insecurity; no, Ruan Mei does not doubt that you love her. She does not need to test for that. She knows it, innately, intrinsically. But it is a sort of… morbid curiousity, in a sense.

One day, she will leave you—become something beyond comprehension, beyond your reach. Possibly, she’d forget you entirely. There’s always been a countdown on this love, and you know it.

So, why? Why stay, when it would be better, easier, safer, to leave?

It’s your voice that draws her out of her swirling thoughts. Your cup her cheek, affection bleeding through the smile you offer her.

“I can hear you thinking,” you murmur. “What’s on your mind?”

She contemplates deflecting the question. But Ruan Mei is a scientist above all else, and she cannot bear unanswered questions. Uncertainties. So she takes a deep breath, and asks, “why do you stay?”

You consider her for a moment, then tilt your head curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Why do you stay?” Ruan Mei repeats. “You know what I desire to achieve. Once those desires reach fruition… there will be nothing left of us. Of this.”

“Won’t there?” you counter after a beat of silence, seeming almost amused. “All Aeons have their followers.”

“You would walk upon my Path?”

You laugh at that. “Well, I love you. So haven’t I already?”

Ruan Mei falls silent. In the end, what’s the difference between love and faith? How might the reception of devotion differ between a god and a man? Does it? Maybe this is the link between divine and mundane that she’s been searching for. Maybe part of the heavens she’s trying so hard to reach is simply lying next to you, in this bed, in this lab-turned-home at the edge of the universe.

For now, she files these thoughts away, and kisses you again. Her lips taste like plum pastries, sweet and inviting. She kisses you slowly, mapping the shape of your lips, comitting every dip and countour to her memory. She wants to weave you within her, embroider the image of you into the tapestry of her existence so that she won’t forget a single thing.

(A foolish notion. You already are.)

You moan into her mouth and she swallows it greedily, like a fledgling god hungry for faith. Her hand travels down your body again until her fingers find your pussy, still slick with your own cum. You whine as she drags her finger through your soaked folds, her thumb rubbing on your clit.

“A-Ruan,” you breathe out, and Ruan Mei trembles. You say her name like a prayer, like she’s already divine. Distantly she thinks, as she sinks two fingers into your tight, welcoming heat, that it’s the epithet she cherishes most, because it’s the one that names your love. You grip her shoulder and cry out as she works her fingers in and out of your cunt, oozing wetness like ambrosia. Your back arches as she curls her fingers just right against that spongy spot. She kisses your neck as she feels your muscles tense around her fingers.

“Let go for me,” she whispers against your skin like a commandmenf. “Let go, sweet thing.”

You cum with a wordless scream, your nails dragging down her smooth back. She slows the movements of her fingers as she helps you ride out the orgasm, slower and slower until she finally withdraws. Your eyes are shut and your breathing laboured from your second orgasm of the night, but you have never looked more beautiful to Ruan Mei.

“I love you,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against yours. You offer her a smile like a sacrament, and for a moment she’s terrified that you’d ask her to stay—terrified that she’ll say yes. But you don’t, and instead your return those words to her, pure like revelation.

You will be the only thing she’ll regret leaving behind. But for now, while she has you here in her arms, she’ll cherish you more than anything else.

[sillyfull-jua]

Heh, hello Cheneige nation(3 people)

I made a lil' something for you, I know yall hungry

*explodes*

[wishchip106]

goodnight to them and them only

and my 21 followers u guys r cool

me and who 😿

[coolseabird]

Assigning each BG3 companion a film bro movie I think they'd like with no elaboration:

Astarion Kill Bill

Gale Whiplash

Halsin The Big Lebowski

Jaheira The Revenant

Karlach Pulp Fiction

Lae'zel Braveheart

Minthara The Wolf of Wallstreet

Minsc Baby Driver

Shadowheart Memento

Wyll Shawshank Redemption

[lotus-pear]

two mimir.. 🤲🏼🤲🏼

[pinkfey]

i don’t think there’s anything wrong with demanding better written lesbian relationships on screen when you’ve been handed the bare minimum and told to be happy with it for so long

[lvrmry]

i was happy until...

... UNTIL I REALIZED NEXT WEEKEND PPL ARE GONNA EXPERIENCE PTV, SWS, MCR, FOB, THE MILLIONAIRES AND MORE LIVE. THAT SHOULD BE ME. (IM TERRIBLY BROKE. THEY BETTER HAVE THE SAME EXACT LINEUP NEXT YEAR OR IN 2 YEARS)

[ethan-acfan]

Desmond screams in his sleep. He has nightmares so terrible that he screams.

Now, we can say he is screaming while running from Templars. Or maybe he is locked in a dream where he is wracked with guilt from Ezio about not being able to save his family. But every night, Lucy heart breaks a little more when she hears him sobbing for Vidic to leave him alone, or when she hears him repeatedly apologizing to his parents for abandoning them

Anyway, in the beginning, when Vidic was the center piece for all his nightmares, he would scream and cry. But after they slowly became corrupted with memories of his ancestors, he stopped screaming and would instead become errily quiet, as if he was scared to make any noise

[shanklin]

Fankenstan AU but instead of Ford trying to revive Stan, it's that one IRS agent from Stans funeral who told Stans coffin "this isn't over"