#i want a softer year this year

[athenassideblog]

We had dinner at a Greek Restaurant yesterday, the setting was dreamy, we'd stepped into a different world, I love it when no ones on their phone, it reminds me of my childhood.

Close to 12, we reached a gorgeous pub, everyone talked to us, new years was glorious.

This was the first time I felt welcome in this city

[katabay]

bayek, doing some exploring :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

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[dottowos]

hii! i love your sfw blog and you dont know how happy i am about finding this one. like holy shit i read everything in one sitting 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

i had this lil idea in my mind, we're talking about fragile!reader. even though reader is much weaker than they used to be they still desires dottore and he knows it, but is hesitant how sex would affect readers health. after much persuasion he finally gives in and indulge them. how do you think this will go? (fem!reader if possible ;3)

have a nice day <33 take care

When you woke up, sex was the last thing on your mind, considering you were just happy to be back with your beloved after all these years. However, as time went by, you couldn't help but keenly notice how, well, to put it very simply, hot he was. The way his harness squeezed his body or the time you accidentally walked in on him changing and spied the blue hair peaking up from the top of his underwear. It was all very obvious especially when you whenever you cuddled with him. (Dottore, surprisingly was unaware and more concerned at your squirming and body temperature.) Until you finally just come out and tell him because you're not sure how much longer you can go without him - initially, he pauses to take in your embarrassment and fidgeting, before humming thoughtfully - your feelings are very much reciprocated, but of course he puts your comfortableness over pleasure.

Dottore would feed you a chocolate with special ingredients that make your body more energized and loose so you wouldn't be stiff or too tired during it. At the beginning it feels more like an interrogation from all the questions he's asking you before he actually begins touching you. He would also have everything so meticulously planned out (literally had notes written) that it makes you feel a bit silly you were dying that badly to have him inself you. But when he takes his gloves off, suddenly you're very acutely aware of how close he is to you.

He would first begin by getting you to relax as much as possible and create such an environment accordingly. Dottore would start from the top of your body and make his way down before even thinking of touching your clothed pussy. He also has a soft spot for your breasts and thighs - he loves squeezing them when he's lost in thought, but that's not the point. Sucking and leaving as much marks as possible to get you riled up is his goal. He is amused by how impatient you get so quickly, bucking upward into the air - you should take a page out of his book, and rather quickly...

His fingers are so filling too - he's changed so much since he was a student - just one has you gasping. However he'd already prepared himself to be very patient with you. By the time he puts his third in, he says it's necessary if you want to take his cock. When you finally come, you can already feel a bit tired from the exertion, but at least he gives your pretty pussy a kiss and cleans your mess for you. Of course that directly leads into him buried between your legs for agonizingly long time (but let's leave that for the fic).

He takes so long with you, you eventually get fed up and pouty that his clothes are still on - but your words go dry once everything is finally off. Scars line his body and face, his harnesses extend not only to just his chest but around his firm thighs as well, his bulge looks almost painful but he paid no attention to it. You can't help but reach out and give it a stroke, to which Dottore quickly grabs your hand. He's nearly come untouched - right now he's trying to ignore it so he can spill himself into your cunt first.

When Dottore finally pushes inside you, he kisses your tears away and let's you babble to your heart's content, keeping a firm hand on your chest to ease your twitching. Your mind is so foggy, you don't take in his own needy expression or register when he sinks his teeth into you. He starts slow and manuevers your body to his will, not like you have much strength other than to dig your fingers into his back. A part of him wants to drag his out for as long as he can, to feel your warm embrace, but he doesn't want to overexhaust you. When he finally comes, he tries to pull away, but you hold onto his arm tightly with pleading eyes. Cleaning up can wait a little longer, especially after such a tender moment.

[tiktaalic]

It’s interesting too bc from what I remember. It’s been awhile. But I’m fairly sure in the books brienne isn’t butch she’s just like. Homeschooled. Vs brienne in the show who is butch AND homeschooled AND straight

[intramoon]

Nessy circa 2014 (17) — another scrapped/unfinished edit

[absowution]

Thinking of tiny Enver, following helplessly along as he's dragged through the streets by a strong, unrelenting grip. It was the middle of the night when the warlock came for him, darkening the Flymm's doorstep. The only time his mother made a fuss when they handed over their son, sparking a light of hope in Enver's heart that they might've changed their mind, was to ask the warlock if he'd counted the amount of gold correctly. After that they were right as rain.

As the trade concluded his mother never looked at him once.

The moment the door to Flymm's Cobblers closed shut behind them with a sense of finality, his fate well and truly sealed, Enver Flymm's mind was running miles a minute. Thoughts of escape had occurred to him, of course, but even if he were to manage to overpower a warlock twice his size and make a run for it, where would he go? His parents just sold him. If he went back they'd kick him right out the door again, screaming and yelling over what he'd done. He turns his options around in his head repeatedly, but he can't think well when his heart is trying to jump its way up his throat.

They're halfway through the Lower City when the grip on his arm suddenly loosens. He could barely hear a thing at first - the city uncharacteristically quiet even for such late hours. Then, there is a sickening squelch followed by a slight thud as the warlock drops dead to the ground. He sees the vague silhouette of someone on top of the body, a smaller creature dripping with blood as it tears through flesh. It's too dark to see a face, but there is something animalistic about its movements. Either it doesn't notice Enver, or it doesn't care.

Whoever or whatever wild thing it was is gone just as fast. By some God's mercy, it passed right by him.

Enver is left alone with the mangled remains of the man who bought him, whose pockets he rifles through for gold and valuables before disappearing from the scene of the crime. Without a home he has to put his mind to work living on the streets, toiling and climbing his way steadily up so as not to ever be so powerless again. It's not a way of life that comes without soiling your hands, but sometimes the messiest deeds are the cleanest, and vice versa. Stabbed backs and broken souls are left behind in the process when you need a stepping stone or two. He will rob as many people of their freedom as necessary to preserve his own because a miracle like that will never happen again. Even so he is admired. Respected. The people of Baldur's Gate support him now in a way they never would have before.

Years pass but it's impossible to forget what granted him this chance to forge connections and climb his way up to become unreachable in the first place. However oblivious it might have been back then that murderous creature freed him, and while there is little to go on in terms of finding it again he'll never forget the debt he owes.

(It grows into an obsession.)

[exlimix1a]

Another artfight attack! This character is named Miriam Myriade and belongs to Dalblauw!

[zippityzap]

❄️🦔

[good-beansdraws]

Woo happy Beancret Santa @jayfeatherart :D I haven't played bg3 myself, but every time I see Karlach I inch closer towards it... It was super fun to draw her, she has such an awesome design! I hope you have a very happy holidays pal ✨✨✨

Alternate version with a little bit of steam because I thought that was such a neat detail for her...

[queerplatonicdiaries]

squish ramble

this probably isn't gonna make much sense bc I'm kinda sleepy but I just. I love them so fucking much. we just called for like an hour an a half and for those moments everything else disappeared. all the stress, all the worries, it all seems so much lighter just because I know I have them in my life and we can talk about anything. that feeling of complete ease and comfort when we're together, even if it's over a patchy phone signal, there's nothing else in the world that could replace it. the feeling of being seen and heard and understood entirely, the knowledge that we have each other and we're going to be okay. I know we're still young, but I hope we have this for the rest of our lives. I think as long as I have them, everything else will be alright. I love them and I love loving them, it's the best feeling in the world <3

[antirepurp]

im just excited about the possibility of having another fucked up girl in sonic and like actually evil and fucked up not like "came out of the washing machine wrong" kinda fucked up that sticks is or "can be read as fucked up if you consider a metric fuckton of cool and unintended tidbits" kinda fucked up that maria is. please let me have this sega let sage be evil and fucked up i am on my knees

[pebblethief]

just got to pet an 11 week old Samoyed puppy omgggggg

he was SO soft and fluffy and friendly omg. best creature in the whole world

[thebookworm0001]

ideas beginning to solidify for post veilguard fic things

[moonchild-in-blue]

Why are box braids so damn hard to do it yourself. I have a renewed and greater respect for my DIY people 💙

[opens-up-4-nobody]

hi so so sorry if this sounds genuinely deranged but I need to know did you write a fanfiction in like 2014 that was set during ww2 where zoro from one piece was sent to a japanese internment camp and sanji went to conversion therapy I remembered it recently because it blew my mind at age 13 and I had to reread it + need a kind of where are they now with the author so if that's you 1) what's your stance on the fic today 2) how much of the research was done during writing and how much did you just know beforehand and used as inspo 3) did you have any ideas for where the other characters ended up because I did always wonder if like idk chopper overcame the trauma of being in the war and also just what usopp's situation would be in general what with the political climate. once again. if you didn't actually write this fic so sorry this must look like the ravings of a crazy person. godspeed

Hi. Uh, yeah I did write that fic. I would have been like only 17 at the time. I did do A LOT of research, like the fic was basically an excuse for me to research Japanese internment and WWII history in general bc I thought it was super fucked up. I was absolutely hyperfixated on the topic and my parents probably thought i was nuts for my ability to talk at length on this particular area of history. I just finished skim reading back through the fic and woof. What a bleak fucking story. I was very cruel to everyone. It's frustrating bc I think it's an interesting and compelling idea for a story. But to me it feels like: here is all the research I did and also characters talking in what feels like a too modern way. Plus, I was 17 and didnt understand people very well. I wish I had the energy and motivation to rewrite it. Although, I forgot I used to do song lyrics at the start of each chapter and the tonal dissonance of Owl City lyrics at the top of a chapter of harrowing events around the time of WWII is unfathomablly unhinged.