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[sleepire]

On the bat grind ig

I love love love Duke he's so yellow

[ovaryacted]

Jack Abbot. Wearing glasses at night. Hanging on the edge of his nose. He’s reading through one of his medical journals or an article or a book or fucking something. Wearing a baggy cotton T-shirt and some sweats or just his briefs under the sheets, you can still see the slight curve of his belly from the way he’s positioned. He’s sitting upright against the headboard with two pillows supporting his back, maybe as he reads he’s annotating things here and there making notes to keep in mind.

Your head is either on his lap where he strokes the back of your head and your neck just to feel your proximity, or you’re watching him from where your head’s propped up on your side of the bed, eyeing him up and down, a shiver brushing over your figure the more you stared at him.

He knows you’re looking, knows you’re watching, but he refuses to acknowledge you. He lets it fester, lets the tension in the air grow thicker as if he wants to drag it out, as if he can read your mind. You think he can, you think he knows how good he looks being so domestic. He’s the one that breaks the silence after a beat far too long.

“You need something, sweetheart?”

Of course you do. You always do when it comes to him. And you sure as hell were gonna get it.

Btw, pls go read this blurb by my precious stella bella @stellamarielu. TANK YEW!

[dreamyblanket]

GC n Pink Peppercorn!Y/N give much rival vibes in how they go about their greed

Lol what if they kiss-/j

Pink peppercorn the kinda person to pretend to like gc for her spear then actually fall in love later tbh.

[sky-scribbles]

My agent, two years ago, completely unsuspecting of her danger: so pitch your book idea to me! Is it an introduction to what it means to be asexual and aromantic?

Me: well yes, but also no? I want to unpack how western society gives the message that having a single, monogamous, romantic and sexual relationship is not just the default state, but the only way for anyone to be happy

Her: ... go on

Me: The way people are led to think that getting a romantic partner will be their shield against ever being lonely. That everything in their life will get better once they have a partner.

Me: Also how men, in particular, are taught that nurturing physical touch is only acceptable and not 'unmanly' in a relationship with a woman, so they have to get a partner or never have gentle touch

Her: ...

Me: Oh and also the way anything non-normative is treated when it comes to sex? Did you know that in the UK, penetrative sex is basically the only kind of sex that counts as 'ordinary and complete' sex under the law?

Me: And. also. it's weird how we put all this emotional weight onto one person. A romantic partner is supposed to share your home, your finances, childcare, emotional support, a sexual relationship, they're meant to be your first port of call for everything, they're meant to be the person who provides your happiness.

Me: and I think about that all the time. because being aro, I have to share that weight among multiple friends and loved ones. I have to invest in more social connections.

Me: so really the book is about how much we limit ourelves when we think that sexual and romantic relationships are the only way to be happy

Me: and about how aroace people are social connectors.

Her: ...

Me: and also I might use Sherlock Holmes and Watson to explain what a QPP can look like. so there's that

(edit: people were asking for a link, so here it is! It's only in pre-order right now and there's no preview available yet; I'll try to update once they've sorted that.)

[fangsandfeels]

Playing Veilguard and making it everyone's problem

I am going to rant, and I will rant a lot, and there will be spoilers, so if you're not afraid of them and the game criticism, buckle up.

Elves and their gods

I am absolutely fucking livid about how Veilguard handles the Dalish and elves in general. The events of Trespasser made it clear that the elves started flocking over to Solas, including the elves working for the Inquisition:

After the events at the Winter Palace, elves left the Inquisition under mysterious circumstances, as did elven servants across Thedas. None could say where they went, but those who believed the Inquisitor's story about Fen'Harel wondered just how large the Dread Wolf's forces were... and what the ancient elven rebel had planned.

Solas had multiple spies working for him during Trespasser, and If I remember correctly, there was even a note, left by one of the elves - they were anticipating the great change and the return of the elven glory. Anyways, the established fact is that: elves learned that the stories about their gods were true and one of them now was going to restore the world as it used to be. At least, this is how they interpreted it (maybe, this is the version Solas didn't debunk) and so they started following him.

You might think, the Inquisitor and their allies are going to have a huge problem with breaking it to elves that their chosen leader isn't going to make things better and that their gods don't love them. Especially, if the Inquisitor is a human or anyone who isn't an elf. You'd imagine any attempts will end in failure because of course elves aren't going to listen to outsiders trying to explain their own culture and gods to them. You'd imagine that their trauma caused by centuries of oppression and discrimination will make it impossible for the Inquisitor and anyone else to make them see the truth.

You'd assume anyone who tries to find and stop Solas will be sabotaged every step of the way, feeling themselves horrible for having to clash with people desperate for a chance of a life without injustice - even if it means burning the rest of the world down.

You'd imagine that they will only change their mind if/when they see the harm done by Solas' actions and get to witness their gods true intentions by themselves - which would lead to a massive crisis of faith and schisms happening between elven tribes and groups.

You'd imagine will get all this incredible drama in the Veilguard, with elves initially resisting the group's attempts to stop Solas, then trying to pull themselves together after the revelation. You'd assume there will be zealous groups doubting Solas (because the Dreadwolf is a liar and a deceiver) and intending to use him to actually free the elven gods. You'd think this is how actually some of them get out.

But, NOPE. Not only Solas ends up working alone, with none of his followers throwing themselves at Rook and the party to buy him time, but also all elves now hate Solas because...Varric said so?

You meet a group of Veil Jumpers (elves devoted to exploring their ancient culture and history, learning more about their gods and reclaiming their heritage) and their leader instantly calls Solas an asshole. Based on WHAT?

I get it, Varric had met them before and told them that Solas was Fen'Harel...

(needless to say if you expect players to find and read other media in order to make sense of the events in the game, you are doing something wrong)

...but why were they so fucking calm about it, instantly eating up the "yep, he's bad" version? Even if the Dread Wolf is vilified in the Dalish mythology, wouldn't they be curious about what that means? Wouldn't they have gotten tempted or excited by the implication that other gods exist too? They weren't told the full story - why the fuck did they instantly accept the "Solas is an asshole" narrative? Especially when Solas comes with a promise of a world for the elves like it was meant to be?

WHY?

The Veilguard has no response for that. I guess, Dalish never cared about their history and traditions, and city elves were dandy about Alienages and oppression, so they easily believed some randos over a literal god promising a new, better world.

I don't even play Dalish, but I love their plotline and arcs - and I was bracing myself for some downright painful choices and conflicts during the next Dragon Age. But it felt like the writers couldn't be bothered with developing such a nuanced narrative, so they just waved it all down with "Nah, elves are chill now and they never really cared about their gods in the first place".

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[roachedtea]

concepts for something...

[seokminfilm]

l'amore dice ciao | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, husband seokmin, kissing, implied honeymoon, seokmin calls reader baby, sweetheart, reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of pregnancy, soft intimacy, reader is pregnant, seokmin soft hours, giggles in lyr's favorite things to write

now playing: l'amore dice ciao, armando trovajoli

"Good morning, sweetheart." Seokmin's voice is groggy as his arms are draped over your swollen stomach, and you answer tiredly, yawning as you stretch your aching body. "Good morning, Seok."

The two of you arrived in Italy yesterday after a long plane flight and an even longer drive to get to the rented condo. Both of you spent last night shopping and seeing the town, finishing the night in the bedroom as you both watched a classic Italian romance movie before spending the rest of the night talking to each other like two high schoolers spending the night.

Now that you were five months pregnant, sleep was becoming harder and harder to come by─you were overjoyed at the fact that you got a decent sleep last night, and you couldn't help but sigh as Seokmin's plump lips pressed against your warm neck.

"How's my sweetheart?" Seokmin asked quietly, big hands ghosting over your sheer nightgown as you hummed. "I'm doing good."

"Do you know what you want to do today?" Seokmin asks softly, stepping out of bed as he stretches cutely.

His taut muscles are slightly tanned from your time at the pool yesterday, and the Italian sun highlights every dip and curve of his abs perfectly. His dark eyes catch the color of the summer sun, causing them to sparkle as his soft hair is swooped over one side of his face, highlighting the slope of his sharp nose and plump lips.

"Whatever you want to do," You look up at your husband with doe-eyes, and he's melting for you quickly, sighing as he comes back to meet you on the bed.

He watched how you stretched as well, giving it your all as you carefully adjusted your seating position. Your hands were cupped around your bulging belly, and the white nightgown brushed over your tender body in such a beautiful way, one that made Seokmin want to marry you all over again.

"I don't think you want to do whatever I want to do, baby." Seokmin laughs nervously, leaning in as he presses a kiss to your lips softly. His hands are on either side of your body, leaning over you as he stares into your eyes. Your hands go up to wrap around his bare waist, and you smile, kissing his firm chest as he smiles. "Maybe I do."

"You're going to make me go insane, sweetheart, I swear it," Seokmin shudders at your touch, and you laugh, sighing as you pat his chest. "Not if you do it first."

Seokmin backs away, laughing at your cute expression as he makes his way over to the dresser. His clothes for the two-week vacation are all tucked away, and he chooses his outfit for the day, sculpted back flexing as he closes the drawer. You're enamored with everything about your husband, and you'd die if you didn't let him know, making your way up from the bed as you follow him into the bathroom.

The massive mirror reflects your body as you follow him quietly, and he looks at the reflection, confused as he turns around to see you. "Baby? Is something wrong?" Seokmin looks so innocent as he asks you the question, and it makes you laugh, shaking your head as you sigh.

"Nothing's wrong, Min. I'm just so happy with....everything, really. I'm happy with it all." You say, and Seokmin laughs, turning on the water as he splashes his face with it.

"Are you now?" Seokmin takes his fingers under the stream of water and flicks it at you, showering you with water as you squeal happily before pausing to look at your husband.

"I am, Seokmin. Thank you." Your voice takes on a more soft, thankful tone, and Seokmin smiles, embracing you as he kisses your forehead. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything for you at all."

[maliciousalice]

The Janeway Maneuver

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Dollcalypse: Infection

Lila hears a deafening shatter.

She awakes from her daze just in time to feel the doll limply fall away from her hug. It stumbles back from her, tiny pieces of its porcelain face crumbling to the ground as it collapses into a slump against a nearby wall.

"A-Abby?" The person, standing at her side with a hammer in hand. "Did... did that thing..."

"I don't know, I just... I saw it, and it looked so harmless, so sad, and... I just, let my guard down, and it felt so right! Fuck, I..." She stares down at her hands, desperately fumbling for a justification, and escape. She finds nothing. "I'm... sorry. I'm so sorry."

"There's a cure." Lila steps forward, eager to comfort the victim, but flinches away at the last moment. "There... there has to be, we can-"

Abigail raises her hand, and stops, with it hovering between them. With a withdrawn sigh, she slowly retracts it, scared that whatever was within that thing is already inside her. So, she stands, patient and polite.

"There's isn't. Please don't waste my last day searching."

The desperate words catch in her throat just long enough to make her feel like she was drowning. "What if we..." She searches, her eye watering up and down the other girl's body. Her forearms are already pale, empty of blood. "We can cut off your arm, or something. Stop it from spreading, before..."

All Abigail can do is softly shake her head. "It got into my brain before anything else. It snuck in, and it... it just said such nice words, about how it fe-"

She stops. Before it can spread.

Lila tries to speak, and falters. She doesn't understand how Abby seems so calm, so undisturbed. And yet, she understands perfectly. It's not a doll's purpose to be too emotional. Not hers, it would seem.

"...Do you still love me?"

"More than anything, Miss."

It's not her anymore. It's too calm, too polite. It's not her friend.

It takes her longer to speak, this time. Time wasted. "Do you still want me to kill you?"

It nods. "Please, Miss. while this one can still bleed out." The doll curtsies, keeping its head low even as it feels the gun cock against it

"...what does it feel like? To be a doll"

She tries to resist, for a fleeting moment. It is snuffed away as quickly as it's summoned. "It's wonderful, Miss. I feels truly calm for the first time. I... this one doesn't mind dying like this."

"I don't want to do this." A fearful twitch of the arm. "Please don't make me."

"You need to hurry, Miss." The doll does not move. "This one is worried it will convert you. It knows how much you care about your self."

"I care about you, more. I love you."

The doll remains as it is, even as it watches the gun clatter uselessly to the ground. The safety is still on.

"...are you sure, Miss?"

Its answer was an embrace, arms wrapped around its torso and pulling it against Lila's warmth. "I don't care what happens to me," She shakes from herself, relieved. "as long as I'm with whatever's left of you."

The doll smiles, with the first serenity Lila had ever seen it show, as it hugs its love in return.

There, they remain, ever still.

[ysaefinn]

Knight!suguru refusing to let you give him head because "it's MY job to kneel. not yours, your highness"

-> knight sugu fic!!

[stickyjumping]

I can make it a series because I know my last one was really popular… probably will post the weekly mercs behavioral sheet…

[lovlidollie]

exmilitary!rafe who makes you “thank him for his service” by making you do all sorts of unjust, fucked up shit just for his pleasure

[venusandsaturnsrings]

you stand stiff with a harsh swallow and suddenly dry mouth, hands gripped tightly behind you to ease the trembling threatening to break through. in front of you, pacing back and forth across the large space, is none other than sunday himself. his brows are knitted tightly together and an occasional frustrated mumble leaves his lips as he ponders just what exactly to do with you.

earlier that day, you found yourself wandering the halls of the dreamscapes reverie. as a lowly employee simply tasked with basic customer service amongst the golden hour this was strictly forbidden. it was one of many firm instructions you were never to break and yet you couldn’t hold the boiling curiosity back; it was the one thought you could never shake off. thus you found yourself sneaking in once your shift was over and meandering around the both confusing and enchanting hallways. the dim lighting and bubbles forming across the luxurious spaces was nothing short of enchanting but alas, all good things must come to an end. another employee tasked with repairs spotted you and instantly recognized you were not meant to be there thusly dragging you away and off to sundays location with scalding words and promises of your immediate firing and criminal charges. once faced with the oak family head, you felt your fate was sealed at his poorly disguised anger.

he finally stopped his walking and turned to you with a tense jaw and harsh glare. surely your life was over and you’d spend years atoning in a cell but ever surprising, he spoke with a proposition.

“you’re nothing short of lacking in braincells,” he spat, “but i can work with that and you’re in no position to deny. for the rest of your lowly life’s time, you’ll be my personal stress relief. it’s your irritatingly pretty face and body that serves as your only redeeming traits, as your mind is worthless. accept my proposal or i’ll have you tolling away in prison for years to come.” his words were shocking but correct though the guilty arousal pooling in your gut was shameful. all you could manage was a curt nod which seemed to ease his frustration. “good. at least you know your place. i’ll be setting many rules in words simple enough for your minuscule intelligence to understand. as for now,” his smile was predatory and dripping with self-assured confidence, “you’ll find your place under my desk, quickly.”

you scramble to kneel below him, eyes wide with fear and slick building up between your thighs making your panties stick uncomfortably. sundays hands found your hair to grip tightly as he lowered your lips down his cock, the length pressing against the back of your throat and pulling a choked sound from you. he laughed at your struggle before demanding you put in the work, releasing your hair to busy himself with a mountain of papers. shifting on your already sore knees you worked his dick in and out of your mouth, spit dribbling down to his balls with tears lining your lashes. small moans and whimpers broke apart your painful gags as you knew he would be unsatisfied with anything less than a messy and desperate treatment of his cock. sobbing pathetically you mentally prayed he’d soon find himself finishing down your throat soon so you could properly breathe. when sunday finally grunted and held you down to his base again, you gurgled around the sudden flow of his thick release but made sure to gratefully swallow every rope down. he practically purred at your performance as he shoved a shiny shoe between your legs.

“grind on it. polish it with that pathetic cunt, i know your dripping, disgusting girl,” and you made quick work of rocking back and forth, arms weaving around his leg with panted praise and watery thanks. he rolled his eyes, demanding you quiet down as his pen scratched along whatever papers were in front of him. you worked your pussy tirelessly, chest heaving at every pleasurable drag of your hips. the stitching along his shoes adding to the stimulation and catching wonderfully against your swollen clit. grinding needy, drool soaking his pant leg, you sighed and cried with your release finally peaking. pulling away with a shaky exhale and sensitive pussy, your face flushed at the obviously soaked material of his leather shoes. sundays foot came up to your face, “lick it clean, whore.” you quickly obeyed, mouth drawing up and down to clean up every drop coating the surface as he hummed in a tone only described as bored.

“expect your days to be filled this way from now on. i’ll have your clothes, if you can call skimpy lingerie that, tailored as a uniform from now on, doll.”

[slasherflicks999]

quick silly doodle bc i havent been drawing AT ALL lately and need to get back to the grind LOL

jeff + BEN being besties as they do

every day they question why they’re even friends and then the next day they forget all about it and hang out again LMAO

i also imagine they’re the type of friends that could go like two months without talking at all and it literally will not matter bc the next time they do talk it will be like absolutely nothing happened and they’re very real for that

my shayla!! :3 ………and jeff too ig 🙄 /j

[howtimeflys]

Sevika x reader but the dynamic is like Bob and Linda 🙏