#its savage time

[domwitch]

I need to be a vicious evil warlord and he's my precious spoils of war that I scantily dress and drape over my lap so I can grope him easily during my council meetings >:)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I’ve been watching the old 90s x-men cartoon for the first time and one part Jean panics like “I can’t contact the professor! He’s gone, or unconscious, or…OR!” And my first thought was just “ah, he’s with his hubby, that’s nice”…

im legally forced to imagine charles has like. a voicemail for when other telepaths cant reach him. SPECIFICALLY set up for when he's too busy mackin on magneto to answer

[yutamayo]

*blocks number*

[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[lyr-caelum]

Pov: I don’t upload the ATYD COMIC in 4 months

Ok u guys… i get it.. but just for the record… i have a full time job, i draw other things in between the comic, (like in every universe series) and im working on a secret project at the same time that i hope it turns out fucking awesome… im so glad that all of u are very kind and patient … but im doing my best… ok? 🥲

I’m just letting u guys know whats going on and why it took me a while to upload

Love u ✨

[sqlmn]

That's so cringe, Red...

He fights with twin blades and she fights with a sword. If in a fight without weapons, he prefers to punch and she prefers to kick.

[willfullwanderer]

not quite done but halfway there

[fauchart]

Barbarian Rage (born out of love)

[full-hd-sun]

yuta: hey, mark, could you stay out of the dorms for a couple of hours? i have some personal stuff i have to do...

mark: sure. winwin, come on!

yuta: no, he stays.

mark: why-

yuta: *pushes him out of the door*

mark: *shrugs it off*

[an hour later]

mark: wait a minute... did they just ...

[summonthebats]

Why do team black members, and maybe team green as well but i haven't found those yet, make so many posts with book snips, and then say stuff in the same post that makes it very clear that they haven't read the book?

Possibly any of GRRM's books tbh

I mean I thought book'Dany's "conquest and rule are very diffrent" plot in Slavers Bay was well done. And the show did it dirty.

And now there are Book snips trying to make Show points, and just

These are seperate works of fiction. The show stated with Rheanyra aged up about 6 years and completely mangled book!Rheanyra's actually quite interesting implied relationship with House Velaryon!

They related not the same.

[ast3ri]

"FFXIV is dying" says people who do all the latest content on patch day, min max casual content to finish them day 1, and wont do older content they havent even touched at all what-so-ever.

"The new relics are so boring" says the people who complained very loudly about the grind of Bozja, cant be bothered to level crafters to do crafting relics, ect.

I dunno man, maybe you're just burnt out because you're trying too hard, or mad the dev team is listening to you. just a thought.

[hotnhowling]

Imagining Ardyn frenching me whilst my hands are tied and then slipping down and making out with my—

ALRIGHT SO im coming back to this old ask with something rather new and out of my element, as a little birthday gift for a dear friend of mine (And my favorite dirty anon 👀) @hauntedadagium 🖤🌹

With visual art being my main form of expression, I very rarely sit down to brainstorm a fanfic, so forgive me if this isnt my best work ;_;)

Words are still hard for me and english isnt my native language, BUT!!! Fuck it!!! Brain empty, no experience, but lots of love for you and Ardyn so here have this emotionally loaded, corny, semi-smutty Ardyn x Reader fic my beloved!!!!! Enjoy 🫴✨

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You were shoved against the wall with a hungry grunt, his knee between your legs, his hands tight around your arms as he sank closer to you - Pulling you flush against his chest. The metal of Ardyns clasp and belts dug unto you uncomfortably, yet you could hardly care - Numb from his touch, drunk off of his presence. You wanted to touch him so much. Run your fingers over his prickly cheek, fingertips tracing the sides of his jaw where the hairs ran soft and wavy; But you were bound, tied.

"Ardyn -- " A whisper, a plea - And the hands that were so tightly wrapped around your arms suddenly moved gently, gently down to your shoulders, squeezing in acknowledgment to your call. Ardyn leaned back, his eyes searching yours - The amber of his gaze was so deep, so sincere, you were sure a part of your heart melted when your eyes locked.

The way you called Ardyns name grounded him; Hell, the very way you existed within his life both soothed and drove him insane at the same time. It was a force unlike any other, a love that held on and mended even the darkest parts of him. He couldnt get enough of you, just like you couldnt get enough of him. Lips parted with uneven breathes and nose flaring as he struggled to contain himself, the chancellor moved closer as he whispered back: "Yes, my sweet? Are these too tight for you…?" He emphasized with a gentle caress to where his scarf tied at your wrists;

You never understood how he was capable of moving with such dangerous intensity, yet just as sensually, maintain a tenderness so passionate it kept sipping at your core, overwhelming you with love and need. Its moments like this that you realize how intense the air between you were, how enthralled you are by him, how complex it all was. How more than anything, the man before you - However volatile and dangerous, was yours to love. And how that love often brought you here, down his chambers, under his frame; and into his heart where he kept you safe.

You snapped back into reality from under your affectionate daze, blinking rapidly as you remembered to reply back to his question: "No I…They're alright, I just - Fuck, I want to touch you." A weak grunt left your mouth as you struggled to move your hands again, managing to hoop around his neck with an awkward hug, impatiently tugging at his wine-colored locks.

Ardyn let out a light chuckle; "Allow me to undo these for you, then…" Swiftly, he lifted your arms, kissing at your elbow as he went- Quickly enough, the knot was undone, and your hands were finally free to roam. It was then when Ardyn chose to pin them under his own hands again, interlocking your fingers as he placed your second over his chest, right above his heart before leaning in to kiss you deeply.

"mmph —" You barely had time to react before his eager mouth claimed you; Ardyn was just as impatient as you are and it showed. You were so familiar with his taste by now, oh how deliciously his tongue demanded your own to come out and play. You greeted him with obnoxious vigor. Instantly, your hold around him tightened; Your interlocked fingers moved in unison to strengthen their hold, your hips pushed against his forming bulge and you mentally cursed as his knee dug deeper onto your aching core, rubbing at you tantalizingly.

Making out with Ardyn was a sensory overload; He could end people with his voice, flay with his lips, rip you apart and build you back up again. And - he was wonderfully fuzzy, too. Fuzzy in a way that had your cheeks flushed as his tiny prickles scraped atop your skin. Like the most pleasant sandpaper, feeling him move against you, the texture of him, the occasional sharp exhale that tickled you before he separated his talented lips with a wet pop only to kiss you again at a different angle; his sturdy nose sinking onto your cheek.

The more it went on, the more you became aware of the unbearable heat that was forming between the two of you; From the molten wetness of your french kiss to the suffocating clothes still clinging to you, the desire to rip it all away burned like fire. Sweaty and impatient, you peeled yourself away from under his hold only to shove his ridiculous attire away, starting with his coat. The chancellor stumbled back from the force of your impatient actions, he nearly tumbled backwards if he hadn't stabilized himself by catching onto you, grasping at your arm and pulling himself closer.

"My, my~ Y/n…~ Y/n, Y/n. " He repeated, tilting his head down at you, voice growing huskier and more dragged out with each repeat of your name. He practically beamed at you with the way his eyes glinted, such characteristic, dangerous delight. "So…Impatient?" He whispered lowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. Helping to your cause, he wasted no time shedding away at his coat and shirt. The inhuman force in which he tossed the heavy article of clothing aside startled you for a moment. You imagined the same strong arms pinning you down to the floor and taking you right then and there. You gulped.

"Ardyn. " You breathed out his name again, "Now, please."

The sight of Ardyn's bare chest and his inviting expression made you instinctively step forward, your boots echoed in synch with the beat of your heart.

His eyes squinted as a daring, loving smile stretched across his handsome features. He raised his arms, extended wide and gesturing to you coyly: "You want to touch me so bad...?" You nod, your hand already reaching to caress atop one of his scars, the jagged one across his shoulder. The scars you spent nights kissing and loving…Comforting their aching past away...

"Then come, come touch me…"

Without moment hesitation, the back of his knees buckled as you slammed onto him; recapturing him back into an intense kiss; A loud ouf escaping him upon impact. Grabbing at his chest, squeezing at his sides, you cant even decide in your yearning haze; you just need to feel his skin, you need to feel him. Delighted at how eager you were, Ardyn reacted accordingly, letting out a breathless chuckle that rolled like a purr~ His arms came to wrap around you, stroking at your back, fingers entangled in your wild hair…Muffled moans mixed with the occasional excited grunt kept escaping him like soft rain and it makes you kiss him even harder.

You've shared a primal desire to devour him just as much as he wanted to devour you; However the difference between you was that he loved taking his time - But you? You wanted it now. Overwhelmed and needy, you pulled away from your sloppy kissing, dragging your sore lips all the way down from the side of his jaw to the center of his throat - Stopping to suck at his adam's apple, waiting for it to bob down so you could feel it jump under your tongue. Ardyn swallowed heavily as you expected him to, his shaky groan rumbled in your ears, making you even bolder. You stopped to nibble at his neck, sucking and biting and savoring the salty taste of his sweat covered physique like some carnal beast.

Having been tied for an entire hour, teased under his tantalizing ministrations and denied of relief most definitely played its part. Something stirred within you - And you acted on impulse.

With a sudden pull to the back of his wild hair, you ensnared him under a dominating grip. Ardyn hissed at the unexpected shift, a mixture of pain and arousal painted his voice when he cried out, golden eyes squinting shut only to open wide with a curious glint. Your voice was thick and heavy with want when you spoke: "Down, on your knees. Now."

Ardyn froze momentarily, your domineering order going straight to his cock.

Immediately, he dropped to his knees; Satisfied with his compliance, you inhaled deeply; Heart aflame, and fingers tight around your belt as you hurried to undo it...You silently guided him closer to your core. Catching onto the implication…When Ardyn raised his head again to look up at you, he wore the dirtiest grin you were hoping to see stretch across that face.

Licking his lips, the chancellor bowed; "With pleasure…Your Majesty~ "

[formshaper]

❛  you’re  drunk  and  you’re  talking  too  much .  ❜ / from hosea for dutch

"No, no, listen," Dutch insists, swaying a little as he leans in too close to talk. "Evelyn Miller, he--he is one of the greats, I mean it. His works may not be, be, popular among the--among the masses, yet, but they will be. This country's gonna change because of him. 'The real America can only be found not in desires but in the purity of its landscape.' His way with words!"

Unfortunately for Hosea, the rambling does not stop there. Dutch continues a while, quoting this and that--praising Miller's dedication to equality and liberty, his work with indigenous tribes, his distaste for America's attempts to imitate Europe. He talks about everything, and also not much of anything.

Half of it is, of course, incomprehensible. A manic, drunken Dutch is not a particularly easy one to understand even if the subject matter were of any interest to his listener.

He stops (finally). Squints at Hosea. Tries not to sway in his seat so much, feeling the full force of the liquor he's been downing all evening.

"... I'm makin' a fool of myself, ain't I." He snorts, thunking his forehead into Hosea's shoulder, nearly knocking them both off of their stools. "Okay. Okay. C'mon, let's... go home... your Bessie's gonna wonder what trouble I've dragged you into..."

[fleouriarts]

redrew some screenshots from the worst songs bracket cus i wanted to have fun with clothing folds and riley's giant sweater was the perfect subject for it

[constantvariations]

The Branwen bandits make absolutely no sense and every question I ask leads to more questions

Why do Raven and Vernal have advanced weapons while nearly every other member has basic traditional armory? Do they employ a hierarchy within the group? If so, how does one rise in rank? Is the competition brutal, perhaps even lethal?

How are Hunters a significant enough threat that its namesake twins went undercover at Beacon when they clearly steamroll over every obstacle pre-V5? Has Raven's reign made them stronger than her predecessor? How? Who came before Raven and why are they no longer around?

Why would Hunters be after a group of human bandits when their purpose is to fight Grimm? Is stopping man-made tragedy a part of the job because it prevents major Grimm attacks? How far would that authority reach? Would that clash with any local police force?

On a meta level, what do the bandits bring to the narrative? It would've been interesting to see an ideological clash between individualistic "survival of the fittest" and community-oriented "strength of bonds overcome all odds," but we didn't get that. Or we could've gotten some worldbuilding due to their unique nomadic nature outside the kingdoms' safe walls

Instead, the Branwen Bandits serve only a utilitarian purpose: bring Weiss and Yang together and send them to Ruby, house Raven until the finale, and be cannon fodder in a few action scenes

Yet another good idea poorly executed

[witchmd13]

sometimes i think what my ancestors would think of me loving victorian drama and then i think how i get to enjoy objectifying little fictional victorian white men and i think they'll like that lol