#int: pride

[lokisasylum]

Shippers (especially Taekookers) obsession with Jimin and his family is getting worrisome. Like WDYM you're STALKING his dad and trying to find out if his brother is online like ya'll did with jk's brother tagging him in shipping stuff or asking personal info?

What do you mean you're stalking his dad's café on IG 24/7, getting on his DMs, trying to police what he should or shouldn't post or USING what he chooses to post as validation for your ship? When ya'll are the weirdos setting up Jimin with your equally weirdo shipping gifts (and FUCK that joker HAG, Lupita).

Leave their families ALONE.

Its one thing to visit the place and post about it, but downright STALKING his dad? That's messed up.

And Jokers need to stop with the weirdo posts, taunting Taekookers with their BS shipping wars too. 'Cause none of ya'll are out here having to clean up the mess hours later and now we got (USELESS) little 7s thinking PJMS are jokers too or that we condone the shit you pull.

Man I hope that prediction comes true about Jimin coming back from the military completely changed, saying fuck everyone and just focusing on HIMSELF.

[mickeymaddox]

↦ closed starter  / jin kang @coupdejin ↦ location: dj pop up night @ lone ridge brewery

The club scene hadn't always been Mickey's vibe, but letting her sister drag her to enough of them meant she'd finally figured out just how perfect it could be. When she learned that Lone Ridge Brewery hosted a DJ pop up, Mickey made sure to never miss one. Having extra opportunities to catch Jin's sets during Pride only meant she got to enjoy even more of the festivities. She'd always loved getting lost in the music, enjoying a beverage or two before and during, and tonight was no different.

"Jin, you outdid yourself," she said when she caught him on a break, "I know, I know. I tell you that often, but I'm serious. You're killing it tonight."

[xenodile]

Oh yeah, I never posted this commission I got a few months back of Alisaie and Byl in that meme lesbians pose that was going around, with the caveat that Alisaie is about to fold trying to lift her seven and a half foot tall roegadyn GF that's like three times her weight.

I found the artist on tumblr but all contact with them was via email so I can't for the life of me remember their URL, and I never got an @ so I don't think they publicly posted it either. I'm very grateful to them all the same and I love this piece.

[heartsdefine]

@hoboblaidd:

(cont'd) ⇉ ❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞ Solas barked a laugh despite himself, shaking his head. “Yes, it is very impressive,” he said, dodging the sear of an energy barrage that flew slightly too close to his head. He normally didn’t take pleasure from a fight, focusing on the necessity of the battle rather than its excitement. But after crawling through hot metal and sand for the better part of a day, the unrelenting sun straining even the strongest of his sunblocking spells, Solas was just happy to see it done. Someone else could mourn these Venatori dead. His only thought was for dinner, and shaking the biting crystals of sand from his clothes. “For a Circle mage,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Which he rolled once for good measure.

        “Now, that's much better,” Rosalind said with a smirk, as she moved to stow her staff again. “I love a good back-handed compliment, even coming from an apostate.” The Hissing Wastes were not a forgiving place to travel, that much was true. Though the sunshine didn't bother her nearly so much as the sudden cold when all the light went out of the sky. Shivering slightly and clutching her clock tighter around her, she kicked over one of the Venatori corpses, wrinkling her nose. “We should make camp nearby.” A pause. “Not here, though. Too much clean-up for my tastes.” The Tevinter cultists could come and collect their own dead, as far as she was concerned.

[auricbound]

Behold, a Botanical Charge Triad!

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?

(For any verse, feel free to split the answers too haha)

botanical hc meme ! | accepting. dear god quen not the THREEFER.

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violet.

horrible. in any verse, in any time period. he's really, really bad with dealing with betrayal - for him, it feels like an incredibly personal attack for someone to have gained his trust and then subsequently break it. it's even worse, though, because despite that wishful expectation for people to just stick to their word, he also EXPECTS betrayal in the same breath. again, doesn't matter what time or verse. hali - humility - did a lot of damage to him as a child at pretty much every point via the chaotic corruption he experienced. a lot of his lifetime has been spent unable to discern reality from his fantasies, and this kind of gets a lot worse when taking into account how often he dissociates and leaves someone else in charge of functioning for the day - usually sephtis, because the indifference lets them survive better. he hallucinates other people around him and other people talking to him. it's something that reinforces his lies to himself ; surely people can't actually tolerate him that much, they're just waiting until he finally gives them a reason to leave him behind ! and of course, when he DOES get betrayed, it leads to an intense affirmation of his deepest fears that then, in turn, adds to hali's gradual corruption, continuing the cycle. he's really bad at dealing with it. as an adult he starts to get a little better, but that's ONLY with his support system around - and for five years between the promised day and him finally going to xing to be with ling, he significantly LACKS that support system. yeah he just doesn't do well with it at all.

chamomile.

same thing here - any time, any verse, he'll take away extremely bitter things regarding his most painful experiences. while the smartest parts of him can and DO file away more important lessons from being hurt by people or things, the rest of him that hates the feeling of being hurt instead stores away the information like some kind of plague that continues to destroy his insides. the transmutation, the incident in briggs, his wounds from the promised day - all of them are horrible, HORRIBLE experiences in his head, and they're ones that his brain likes to REPEAT at the most inopportune of times. the briggs scar especially. even long after it's healed he still remembers the feeling of ice filling his body and the sensation of cement in his heart while he tried to stay alive. it actually keeps getting worse for him, sometimes - he'll straight up have moments where he gets stuck with phantom sensations of the whole thing even IF hali isn't the one specifically triggering all of it. sometimes he'll have the worst pains in the metal limbs. sometimes he'll have the worst pains around his heart, which was his most damaged organ to begin with. he really never catches a break. eventually his trauma gets to a point where he physically CANNOT handle any more of it - and that's when one of the others is thrown into the mix so he can let them handle the burden. usually sephtis handles everything - but honey is responsible for keeping him sane despite having been targeted by a serial killer while he was crossdressing that one time. they kind of carry that trauma so he can just forget it ever happened. his mental state is ... weird, like that.

amaryllis.

ah shit its lairus now. because goldie had an issue with understanding and dealing with his pride in HEALTHY ways - aka not letting himself be tortured by humility for having a natural human experience and not letting himself grow too manic in said experience - we're going to lairus now, who is eternally 34 and NOT constantly hounded by his phantom twin for feeling things. he's ... weird about his pride, though. he has his small, brief moments of enjoying himself and being proud of the things he's capable of, but it's very clear he still has SCARS regarding his childhood and struggles to maintain said pride for a normal period of time. he'll have one moment where he boasts and then immediately cringe at himself and "calm down" - aka he'll just quiet himself and give a small, bitter smile before doing whatever else he needs to do. it goes hand in hand with how obnoxiously "humble" he can be - which is more sad than anything. he's getting better, though ! slowly. as slow as someone who's scattered across time and space can be, anyways.

[volivolition]

[imagines animatics] cool. anyway. [start crying]

[blcssom]

open to: w/nb plot: portia joined a cult purely bc she's hyperfixating on the cult leader's only child and basically spends all her time trying to get their attention xox

it had to be fate, she thought, that they would be personally assigned to guiding her through the steps of whatever it was they called 'spiritual rehabilitation'. no matter what it entailed, all portia cared about was that she'd be able to spend time basking in their presence— even if they'd yet to acknowledge her as more than an obligation. arms folded over her chest, she waited in silence for three minutes after their instruction to meditate before her excitement bubbled over. "it's an honor to get to work with you, y'know. i mean... you're always so busy, but i've wanted to tell you since i got here how much i admire you."

[sharkbit3z]

i shoul draw somethign for pride momth i tjink

[desiderium-eden]

@soraeia

Hatius: ....... Hatius: *grabs the voodoo doll to take it someone to dispel it---* Hatius: You are to accept no more gifts from anyone that is not me.

"Hey. I'm Navkan. Not one of your subjects. You can't tell me what to do."

"Besides, they're making you gifts too." Holds up a Hatius voodoo doll. This one has a tiny sword through the chest.

[avalior]

grey and thumper tag drop !

[gyancareer]

gyancareer

[mickeymaddox]

↦ closed starter  / jasmine valencia @jasminevalencia ↦ location: mcgee's malt shop

"I know you just watched me eat my weight in french fries and slam back a burger at Peach's, but please don't deny me the joy that is this Rainbow Crush ice cream shake. I've been dreaming about her all day." Mickey shrugged out of her leather jacket, laying it on the stool next to her as she slid onto the seat at the malt bar. "How have you been, though? I feel like I haven't had you to myself for more than a few minutes any time I'm at the brewery. You're so popular, Miss Valencia. You don't have a secret boyfriend you're hiding in your office there, do you? I wouldn't blame you, I just want to hear all the juicy details."

[variksel]

these go HARDDDDD!!! i personally like 2 think it goes:

francis - rogue / low level ranger subclass (wayfarer origin)

kelsey - wizard / now warlock subclass (scribe or sage origin feat)

blake - low level artificer / high fighter subclass (soldier origin)

trudy - paladin / cleric subclass (acolyte or guard origin)

tony - bard / high rogue subclass (charlatan origin)

My peachyville headcanon on what each character’s DnD class might be:

Francis- Rouge

Kelsey- Monk

Blake- Fighter

Trudy- Cleric

Tony- Bard

Feel free to add your ideas on what each character’s class could be

[heartsdefine]

@dalishborne — starter call / accepting!

        “Go ahead. Be honest.” The newly crowned Inquisitor gestures to the eye-patch now adorning her face, clearly proud of the design and not at all desiring honesty. “The rhinestones. Too much?”

[tvgals]

sex isn’t always serious, so here’s my personal headcannons for silly sex moments w the jjk men :P

satoru has definitely farted a couple of times…like not even in a “you smell like shit way” but in a “i got nervy” way 😭 you’re so perfect! he can’t help but want to do everything right!

“t-oru!” you squeal, hands caressing his toned shoulders. “stay with me, baby..” he groans. his face is in the cork of your neck, unable to look at your gorgeous face — he’d cum right on the spot otherwise. “please…look at me, toru..” you manage to gasp out between moans. he lift his head up, lip between his teeth as he looks up at your beautiful face. “hi..” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. as his pace speeds up, and before either of you can utter another word…it slips out. satoru stops in his tracks, his cheeks to the top of his ears turning beet red. you let out a small chuckle. “w-was that the bed?” you start to cackle, your body shaking in amusement. satoru shoves his face back into the crook of your neck, his face hot with embarrassment.

“not funny!”

suguru’s hair has often been a detriment when it comes to sex, although you love how long it is and you enjoy doing different styles, his pride can’t get himself to pull his hair all the way up.

“baby…” you whine, tugging at the stray hairs that keep falling onto your face. “hm?” he hums, breath ragged as his aligns his dick into your hole. “pull you hair all the way up!” you reprimand him before you feel the filling feeling of your fiancées cock. “yknow i can’t do that, love.” he whispers into your ear, his hair quite literally suffocating you. “sugu’,” you huff out, frustrated that he’s not listening. you push his shoulders up and scrunch your eyebrows in a frustrated expression. “pull your hair up or we’re going to bed.” you threaten the man above you. he groans and drops his body weight onto you, knocking the wind out of your body.

“guess we’ll have to go to bed then.”

nanami often cramps when doing normal tasks, the constant strain on his body often manifesting as charley horses. “more!” you moan out, your back arching into your husband’s built frame. he groans in response to your body language, his strong hands lifting up your upper body, he’s on his knees while your legs are wrapped around his waist. while fucking you in this oh so deliberate position, it happens.

“ah, fuck!” he yells out, laying your body down onto the plush bed despite the pain shooting through his legs. you watch in confusion as your husband writhes around the bed in pain.

“don’t just look at me! help!” he grunts. you giggle to yourself while crawling over to him, stretching his leg out.

“maybe next time we’ll stick to missionary.”

choso doesn’t know what he’s doing. he knows that he wants to make you feel good, and he knows that you make him feel good all the time, so why can’t he do the same? it’s simple, right? he watches it all the time! just stick it in and go in and out…right?

“choso, baby..” you mutter, putting a hand up to his hips. “huh?” he responds, trying to line his cock up with your hole. “do you need help?” you ask tilting his chin to make him look at you. he exhales gruffly, tears brimming at his eyes. he’s so frustrated! he just wants to make you feel good! “just breathe. i promise it’s easier than you’re making it out to be.” you comfort him, caressing his biceps. he slowly sticks his cock in, but you jolt in surprise.

“wrong hole!”

toji claims to be the best person you’ll ever fuck — but he’s also getting old and lazy. “get uppp!” you whine, shaking his body in annoyance. he promised he was gonna fuck you just the way you’ve been asking these past weeks, but he’s just too “tired to do so!

“doll, go lay on the bed f’me.” you smile and make your way towards the bedroom — clothes off in almost an instant. you grin at the thought of what toji was gonna do, so eager to be pleased by the man you vowed to be with for eternity…but you sat in the bed for ten…then fifteen..which turned into twenty…which seeped into an hour! you were so upset, stomping your way into the living room to see toji — asleep. he’s snoring with drool pooling around his mouth. you roll your eyes and smack the back of his head.

“stay there.” you mumble, rolling your eyes.

[camiconti]

     ❝ ⸻ Hmm, ❞ the sound hummed in Cami's throat, consideration colored her expression, ❝ well, I could definitely use a good laugh. ❞ It wasn't that life had been going bad. There was just her issue of filling her life with work and literally nothing else.

As they shifted ahead again in line the brunette contemplated the choices of something sour or something sweet. Maybe she should go savory and get popcorn? ❝ And watching something new, that I haven't seen, is probably better anyway. Moonlight was a masterpiece—I think you might've won me over though without even trying too hard. ❞

"Oh, I love all three of them." Lila said, as they moved down the line. It didn't surprise her that Bottoms was the least popular in the mix - Moonlight and The Kids Are Alright were historic in her eyes. "Bottoms is absolutely hilarious." She promised the woman. "I watched it the moment it hit streaming, hadn't laughed like that in such a long time."