#love that little rat man

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[casmick-consequences]

lucius' biggest, most genuine smiles always being reserved for pete is something that can be so personal

[catboynutsack]

shout-out to my friends dog, who attempted to maul me then a minute later asked for tummy rubs like the indecisive little shite he is

[duckysprouts]

book jaime lannister is the funniest boy because from birth he’s constructed a grand narrative in his mind that he is the perfect knight to his sister-wife’s perfect maiden, a relationship that exists solely to fuel their mutual narcissism and help him cope with his chronic identity crisis/trauma, only to see a buff girl naked for the first time and come to the subconscious realization that it’s actually HIM who is the maiden to brienne’s knight and proceeds to spend the rest of their trip using preschool tactics of annoying her to death so that she can notice him and sweep him off his feet (it works)

[autizmotbh]

blorbos warming up (i think shart is having some sort of gay crisis)

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

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[sodapopper]

This is the Soda/Steve dynamic I will not be taking criticism

[wrath-ruin-reddawn]

Living for the fact that a solid 75% of the tumblr chatter around this series is Ghoul Thirst. I see you girlies (gender neutral).

[copias-juicebox]

[jojea]

local airplane obsessed freak has bought every piece of moshang merch in sight

[handwrittenhello]

in honor of the wettest game i’ve ever played here’s corvo crawling off into a sewer tunnel to die alone or something

[moroniccats]

The amount of Lestrade slander in ‘Boscombe Valley’ is HYSTERICAL.

“Besides, we chance to hit upon some other obvious facts which may have been by no means obvious to Mr. Lestrade.”

“And yet I question whether Mr. Lestrade would have noted even so self evident a thing as that!”

(Watson describing him)- ‘A lean, ferret-like man, furtive and sly looking…’

We can’t forget about this absolute KILLER of a roast:

‘“I find it hard enough to tackle facts, Holmes, without flying away after theories and fancies.”

“You are right,” said Holmes, demurely; “you do find it hard to tackle the facts.”’

And last but surely not least:

“I gained the trifling details which I gave to that IMBECILE Lestrade,”

[marclef]

Day 7 of whatever this Pizza Mess is!!!

i bring you Rats!!! the character i had written down was just Brick, but why not have a couple extra friends in? let's just hope they're not anywhere near the pizzeria.... 👀💧

(also haven't been too happy with how i've drawn these rats before... so i decided to change them up a bit! i like them a lot more now 😁)

[brox-not-a-badger]

Every beckoning call

SFW Konrad Curze x Reader, however the next one is gonna be absolutely explicit.

Tw; none, however it does get a little spicier towards the end, just as a treat.

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Curze is still very much attached to you, to the point he never, ever lets you out of his sight. He adores you like a goddess since it is the only way he knows how to show affection, so, you try to gently lead him along, trying to nudge him in the right direction.

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You could never have dreamed the direction that your life would take when you became a legion serf for the Night Lords. Like a train being derailed, you never imagined in your wildest dreams that you’d be taken to bed and cuddled so tenderly and affectionately by the Night Haunter. Konrad Curze. Master of terror. Yet, despite his titles, his ‘prestige’ and reputation, he was gentle with you, acting as awkward and affectionate thanks to painful inexperience with love. He was so clearly touch starved and obsessed over you that it hardly mattered what his titles were. He just wanted you with him, wherever he went, he made sure you never left his side.

Unfortunately, Curze was not a sound sleeper. He twisted and turned in bed, whining like a scalded hound from nightmares that tormented him all through the seemingly endless night. It wasn’t a new concept to you, except, you were used to hearing him toss and turn at night from outside of his bedroom. Not beside him in his own bed. His whimpers and cries were enough to prevent you from sleeping. With every twitch and cry, you found yourself pitying him worse and worse. It’s been months since that first kiss, since he first confessed his inexplainable feelings towards you, since you began sharing a bed with him. But his nightmare-filled cries still stung all the same, even after everything.

Finally, you decided enough had to be enough. Upon a little bit of self-reassurance and convincing yourself that you should wake him, you sat up, your back against the headboard as you finally worked up the courage and reached over, placing your warm palm on his freezing skin. Almost instantaneously, Curze snapped awake and shot up in bed, chest heaving, his hand over his hearts, eyes wide with panic. His hands were trembling as his gaze then darted back at you, now unpleasantly wide-awake. Curze could only lay back, muttering to himself. You did the best you could to cool his nerves, speaking up more to soothe him. “Konrad, you were having a nightmare- I- I’m just trying to help-… come here.”

Curze muttered an apology for startling you, yet he didn’t completely listen to your words. Not until you reached over and placed your warm hand on his cold cheek. He gave a resigned sigh and finally listened, rolling over onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. You kept your hand on his cheek, guiding him over until he had his head on your lap like a dog to his master. Your touch was soothing as is, but to have your thighs as a pillow was the closest he felt to heaven. He gave a low growl like a big cat, shifting his weight so he was lying on your legs, his arms wrapping around your midsection. He held you close, like he was protecting you from whatever haunted his nightmares.

It was quite entertaining to see him like this. A 9-foot-tall demigod with a thing for torture and flaying people alive, resting on your lap like a house cat. You chuckled softly, leaning back as you ran your fingers through his, somewhat greasy hair. It didn’t bother you too much, though, since you basically had him wrapped around your finger. He gave a soft squeeze, burying his face in your thighs. “Hnnh… thank you. You’re too kind to me, my lady.”

His words certainly caught your attention. That was the first time he called you ‘his lady’, almost as though he was already thinking of you as his wife. Chances are, he probably was, seeing how obsessive and protective he’d been over you in the past few months. Somehow, strangely enough, he still found it hard to express himself to you. Curze tried his absolute best to make sure you were comfortable. He tried his best to keep you company, give you privacy, and to take care of you.

All of a sudden, you found yourself frozen in place for a moment, feeling a slightly cold sensation on your thighs, just below your nightgown. Followed by Curze softly squeezing your thighs, getting a small noise out of you. He paused and looked up at you, resting his chin in your lap. He’d been pressing soft, brief kisses to your thighs, trying to show his gratitude for your company, and for your touch. It soothed him, and he wanted to return the favor. “What is it? Are you okay? A- am I being too hasty?”

Curze looked a little worried, an expression that was not one you were used to seeing on his face. You leaned back a bit more against the headboard, placing your hand on his cheek. “It’s okay, dear. You can keep going.” You tell him in a reassuring manner. Curze needed a surprising amount of assurance. He was a primarch, for throne’s sake, but he also wanted to be a sufficient enough lover for you. He was trying his best, so he did as you told. Curze continued to press soft, gentle kissed on your thighs. In an agonizingly slow show of his affection, he moved up, pressing kisses to your thighs, stomach, breasts and gradually your collarbone and throat, again getting a brief noise out of you, almost like one of subtle pleasure.

Curze moved his hand left hand to reach for yours, slowly yet surely getting hungrier with his kisses. He gripped your hand tightly, possessively as his lips grazed your jawline, a low rumble in his throat as he extracted more of those noises he craved to hear. It was driving him mad, as if he was sane before. A low, rumbling growl emanated in Curze’s throat like a wild animal in a rut. It was driving you about as mad as he was with how slow he was going. You could feel his heated breathe on your throat and it was making you blush.

Then, a gasp, followed by a much louder moan left your lips as he nipped your throat, teeth digging in painfully, yet still in a way that caused pleasure. You moaned softly to him, encouraging him to continue. His other hand found its way to your thigh, groping your thigh and prying your legs apart. It was difficult to believe that this was the same man whimpering and whining from a bad dream just a couple of minutes ago. He left a mark on your collarbone. A hickey, with teeth marks around it to signify you were his, and if any of his Night Lords even tried to touch you, he would rip them inside out and drag the corpse around as an example.

Curze’s hands were trembling with excitement and anticipation as he continued to smother you in kissed, slowly bringing it to a stop. You look at him in confusion, before abruptly realizing what he had done. You reached up to touch the hickey he left on your neck, staring at him blankly with a very flushed look on your face. Curze stared at you like a lost puppy. Despite his wanton and need for you, he still wasn’t sure. “I don’t want to take this too far. Not yet. It’s too early, you’re so-.. beautiful a- and I don’t want to ruin you… not yet.” Curze finally confessed, looking shameful until you spoke up to comfort him.

“Dear, my darling- you aren’t ready, and that’s okay.” You reassured him. His eyes lit up for a couple of seconds, nodding in return. Curze went right back to burying his face in your soft thighs, turning red enough to make all the blood he spilled over the years look pale. He gripped your sides and whined again, returning to his position on your lap. He really, really cared for you.

Despite just how badly he wanted to take you in his own bed, he had no idea where to start, nor how to get the mood going. Sex was a hard thing to get to, and you couldn’t exactly blame him for being so pitifully nervous. It wasn’t like he had any time to practice back on Nostramo. For now, cuddling and simple affections would have to suffice.

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I will admit, I procrastinated a bit while writing this one but thus far I’m really proud of it, writing this, it felt a lot shorter than it actually ended up being which was a pleasant surprise

My hands were trembling while I was contemplating posting this

[fauvester]

uh oh! triggered some phantom trauma! (dannymanny iteration (c) nicktoonsunite)

[the-four-eyed-stray]

I loved the part in the Magnus Archives where Jane Prentiss said "it's wormin' time," and wormed all over the place