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[wuntrum]

february's postcard 💌

[apt502-if]

Rainn is such a weird name lmao and so is Taren (not a bad thing)

They're both real names!! Has no one seen the office?!! :P

[in-our-firefly-catching-days]

One of my favourite things about Lord Huron's music is how there's often a guy who straight up refuses to die/pass on because of how much he loves being alive. Implying that the laws of nature are helplesss in face of his love of this world. Maybe *you* have to die eventually, but he's built different. He ain't going nowhere, he likes it here!

I said we're all gonna die but I'll never believe it, I love this world and I don't wanna leave it. Said that death is a deal that you cannot refuse, but I love you, girl, and I don't wanna lose you. -The Man Who Lives Forever

I stared right into the endless void and I ain't going back if I got any choice. I know how to live, I don't know how to die and there ain't no thrills in the afterlife. So lift me up out of here, my friend, and I'll wander the night 'til the ages end. - Dead Man's Hand

Die if I must, let my bones turn to dust, I'm the lord of the lake and I don't want to leave it. All who sail off the coast evermore will remember the tale of the ghost on the shore. -Ghost On The Shore

What is life? Only visions. When I die, I'm coming right on back for you. -Hurricane (Johnnie's Song)

All of the joy I've known, the ways I've grown, the loves I've shown my heart to. I'm gonna get it together and live forever. -What Do It Mean

I just think it's such a wholesome sentiment and I love that for them.

[canines-crown]

Ladies, gentlemen and others, I present to you:

Me

[bloodbruise]

insecure regulus trying to be quiet and james getting off on every single sound that slips out of reggies mouth

god i need james to be a little mean about it. reg is trying to use his hand to muffle the strangled noises tumbling out of his mouth with every thrust of james' hips, but that just won't do.

"c'mon love, don't get shy now," james teases, leaning down, cocky grin on his face. their chests are pressed together, damp skin against damp skin. he's tracing the shell of regulus' ear with his tongue, his warm breath puffing against the side of regulus' face. "you know i'm going to keep pulling them out of you, so stop hiding," he murmurs, pulling at reg's wrists and gathering them into one hand to press them into the bed.

regulus' face is burning. "i hate you." he's shooting james a glare that would have been effective in any other situation, but not this one—not when james is fully inside of him and the prettiest noises are threatening to spill from his lips.

that fucking smirk is back on james' face. "oh, i'm sure you do love," he taunts. and just to prove his point, he's fucking into regulus even harder, playing him so effortlessly. james draws out whines and sobs and desperate pleas for more from him as if it's nothing. with each one, he's groaning too, driving into him harder, eager to see if he can make regulus do it again, matching each with his own ragged noises.

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[jerejerejere]

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[bigfootsmom]

If you write a fic of buck being obsessed with tommys hands i will kiss you

So where’s my kiss, anon? I’ve given in and started writing another bucktommy fic <3 I’m using this as my inspiration saturday post! Thank you to @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @tizniz, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @underwaterninja13, @hoodie-buck for tagging me <3 <3 <3

Buck can’t stop thinking about Tommy’s hands.

To be fair, there are a lot of things about Tommy that are constantly on Buck’s mind. The flutter of Tommy’s lashes when he looks down, the way his smile goes crooked when he’s particularly pleased, the curve of his waist, the sheer size of his chest, and the coiled strength that Buck can see right underneath his skin— Buck could go on.

There’s just something about Tommy’s hands. Buck just doesn’t know what it is about them that has him so enraptured.

Hands have never been something he’s focused on before with his partners, but with Tommy he can’t not notice them. He finds himself drawn to the strong lines of Tommy’s fingers, the ridges and valleys of his knuckles, the way he can see the veins and tendons shifting under Tommy’s skin whenever he reaches out to touch Buck.

The first time Tommy wraps his hand around Buck’s, twisting their fingers together as they wait in line for a movie, Buck’s stomach does a somersault as butterflies erupt behind his breastbone. He feels bubbly and light and can’t stop smiling. Tommy’s hand is big and warm around his, his hard won calluses gently rasping over the sensitive skin of his palm. It sends a shiver down his spine, leaving him feeling giddy.

Buck can’t stop staring at where they’re hands are connected, even when they’re seated in the dark theater and Buck can only see the vague outline of Tommy’s fingers. In the flashes of light from the movie screen, Buck marvels at how Tommy’s hand makes his look small.

It is past midnight for me so I won’t be tagging anyone, but if you’re reading this and you want to post something go for it!!

[valfeathers]

hairstylists hate him

[zecoritheweirdone]

eyyyy,, guess who's been drawing more of that hc x msa au?

been making a lot of scene redraws/edits for the past few days,, buuut i'm not quite done with them yet,, so i'll prolly share them another time. until then- here's a lil pearl design! mostly made these to finalize her design,, since the next scene i'm doing involves lewis,, sksnsks.

[nofollowgame]

No Follow 「game」 :: File #000005 Updates!

Checking My Junk Mail to Fool Myself Into Thinking Someone Wants to Talk to Me

🔶 New stuff added to No Follow :: File #000005 :: Browser game about the internet of yore & w/e else.

🔶 File Synopsis :: Midi receives a nefarious email. Seo assists a lackadaisical, stamp-hoarding mail carrier, and promptly fails a personality quiz. Spider finally makes a site button.

🔶 You can also now enjoy in Text Only Mode – it’s got night and day color themes, works on small devices, and you can toggle fonts between hyperlegible and monospace.

🔶 Or play from the beginning:

[th30ra3k3n]

“what about you? is there someone else?”

“no, but… but there is the dream

of someone else.”

for @disasterpenguin and @thiamsxbitch 🖤

[kinos-fortress-2]

sniperbot and paulingbot wall-e and eva au

ok is 2am. and this was sitting for a while but it was carcoming me. i have become inspired... a bit...

[yikes-ajax]

New otp trope y'all: you're a mailman that loves dogs and I'm the poor owner always running out after my dogs in a hastily thrown on robe

[tired-biscuit]

general!kiba’s surprise when you initiate sex for the first time. watching him train that day had you thinking all sorts of thoughts about him, his speed, the way he moved so effortlessly. so gracefully. the way he manhandled his troops when they were sparring. has him growing desperately hard when you sit on his lap and whine about how bad you want him when you go to your room for the night. let’s you fuck him. which is an entirely new experience. let’s you set the pace as you bounce up and down on his- *gets yanked off stage by comically large cane*

- 🐀

BRING LITTLE MOUSEY ANON ONTO THE STAGE, BRING THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!!

18+ fem!reader / royalty AU

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he tries so hard to let you have control.

but goddammit, it's hard. it's really fucking hard to just watch you ride his cock and hold you by the hips so that you can try and take him better, deeper, and simply do... nothing.

he watches your face as you straddle his lap and hold the tightest grip he's ever felt from you on his shoulders. he's reclining in the armchair that's positioned in one corner of your shared bedroom; the one that's big enough for you to sink your knees in now that you're riding him, and that he sometimes just plops on to people watch whilst they tend to their chores in the courtyard below.

feeling how soft the cushioning is underneath him as you slowly bounce up and down, kiba thinks it's borderline bizarre. he still isn't quite used to owning a house this big and with so many riches stored inside it, even less to having a literal princess, blue blood coursing her veins and everything, sitting on his dick.

but he certainly won't complain about it.

no, the pay is too good to grumble about, even if he has to risk his life to acquire it from time to time. the expensive furniture, limitless supply of food and drink and comfort are all worth it, too. so he watches in silence. continues to sit in his brand new armchair like he's a king lounging on his throne, despite the fact that that's what your father's job is supposed to be.

and as for the king's daughter, well... the general just finds you adorable. the pace he's let you decide on is slow; careful. he wants to go faster, to take you in the usual fashion he prefers, which is in a much rougher way than this. wishes to ravage you until there'd be nothing left of you and he'd simply pass out from exhaustion right after and wake up in the morning feeling like his soul isn't stuck inside his body quite right. but alas, he can see that you're struggling, so he remains dormant.

and it's evident, your struggle. you've only taken a little more than half of his length and sweat already covers your brow in a layer so thick that it makes your skin gleam. one sleeve of your nightgown hangs loosely off of your shoulder, revealing your collarbone, which he's since littered with small bruises and bite marks, as well as the curve of your breast.

there are plenty of them, the love bites, because you've been at it for a long while. he's never been a patient man, but the moon that now sits high in the starry sky and drapes you both in its gentle light, can serve as his witness that he's still letting you do your thing.

though, his patience has pretty much run out by now.

because god, you're still so tight even after all this time; almost unbearably so. he knows it's because of the fact you're overthinking this entire thing, but the way your pussy squeezes him whenever he pushes into you by another inch makes him want to bare his teeth to the world and growl like an animal. to lift his hips and ram himself into you until you'd be so full of him that your little hole wouldn't even be able to leak a single droplet of his cum.

but he can't cum yet. silvery strings of your arousal and the saliva he's spat between you to make the job easier for you, now bridge the narrow gap between your bodies the moment your clit finally kisses the tuft of dark hair below his waist. he looks down at the contact and sure enough; there's a prominent ring of milky slick around the base of his cock when your hips stutter and you try to go back.

it's a small victory you've just achieved, albeit terribly short-lived for his taste, he thinks.

he supposes he understands the reason as to why; it's only been a short while since he's taken your virginity, after all. your most intimate parts are still sensitive, and the deep angle the position provides, as well as the way his thick cockhead now strokes some inner part of you that feels soft and awfully tender - too tender - proves to be something that greatly overwhelms you.

he holds you in it, however, the position. with his hands still on your hips, his grip suddenly turns tenacious and his knuckles flash stark white as he fights against you to keep you exactly where you are. it seems like he's done playing your game.

"hold still," he says, his voice slightly breathless but firmly gruff. it's the same assertive tone he uses when he's talking to his soldiers.

and it's also the same tone he spoke in whilst he'd been on the training grounds earlier today; shirtless, golden skin dewy from sweat, body moving effortlessly despite its great size. his jaw had been set, and you definitely noticed a rather intense look flare up in his dark eyes when he'd spotted you watching. even his presence alone had become more intimidating in mere seconds.

perhaps it had been because of the focus, or the pesky need to impress that tends to gnaw on him as of late. nevertheless, he looked just about ready to crush the skull of the unlucky rookie who'd had the balls to take him on either way.

and lucky him, it seems that he did actually manage to impress you by the end of the sparring session, because you're here now; doing this. you've offered yourself to him by taking charge right after you'd kissed him passionately by stepping onto your tippy-toes and pulling him in close. until he was groaning into your sweet mouth and grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass right over the nightgown.

you couldn't help yourself. something about the way he looked so graceful whilst fighting and teaching the younger men had lit some wicked urge inside you which you just couldn't ignore from how ceaselessly it kept clawing at the walls of your mind. the way he fights is like a dance, despite that he's made it clear to you that he won't and never will spin you around the ballroom of your father's castle.

he's just so-

you mewl, your body squirming as if trying to get away from him when he lifts his hips up to test out your newly-updated limits and abruptly breaks your train of thought. a pout forms as you say, "th-that hurts."

"it'll pass," he tries to console you coarsely. his throat feels like it's on fire, god you just feel so good. "just... ah, just give it a moment."

your whining fills the room in an instant at the way he brushes you off, and it grows louder by the second. his eyes want to roll into the back of his head from the sensation of being entirely inside you at long last. meanwhile, your own want to nearly pop out of your fucking sockets because of the overbearing fullness he makes you endure.

minutes pass; long minutes spent by panting and exchanging messy kisses. you listen to his request as you stay still and try to cockwarm him, as he calls it. he's deep in your belly, throbbing and growing even bigger, hotter. it makes your pulse skyrocket, especially when he readjusts on the armchair and eases his grip.

the tip of his nose bumps against your chin as he makes you tip your head back so that he can kiss your throat. his tongue is warm as he licks the sweat off your skin. the amount of salt that he tastes now only makes him feel guilty for straining your body to its limits like this.

"ride it," he urges you softly. unlike before, his voice is a mere coo now. "when you're ready."

"how?" you ask, swallowing hard. you sink your nails into his shoulders again as if readying yourself for the ache, but when you roll your hips to test it out, it's almost gone.

"however you want," he mumbles, smiling faintly at the little gasp you let out when you repeat the same movement for a second time. his face is nearly buried in your tits from how closely you cling onto him. he could die as a happy man like this, truly. "just fuck yourself on my cock until you cum... i am at your disposal."

heat sears your face because of his lewd language and the way he offers himself to you so freely. you doubt you'll ever get used to it, but it's nice to know that you've got the big bad war general wrapped around your finger. "...but i don't know how."

he chuckles at your sudden timidness. "i'll help you."

and just like that, his hands guide you to a slow, sensual rhythm again. up and down, up and down, up and down - you're taking him entirely this time. pride washes over you despite the loud squelching noises the wetness that you emit now causes, especially when he grunts out a quiet, "good girl... good lil' princess."

and when his thumb circles your clit, it's like heaven opens up just to swallow you whole.

[smokbeast]

Ok I'm new to your channel and I love your nightmare/sombra and was wondering if you can give more lore on him please? And what does his brother look like

im glad you like him wah! there's not allot to sombra, in the way i intepret dreamtale, i see sombra (nightmare) as the entity of fear and nightmares, taking negativity as he sees fit to balance the multiverse of it. Taking the pain of different timelines and nurturing it under his wings until they heal. While his brother Sueño (dream) is the entity of joy and dreams and brings a hope and future to timelines as he balances the positivity of the multiverse, both must continue this cycle for if they dont one or the other can die over time, like a butterfly that needs to keep flying.. Both have butterfly/moth motifs to represent themselves, cause i kinda see them as weird gods in the aus and i wanted to make sombra more majestic if that makes sense. but sombra has lunar moth wings and sueño has comet moth wings! I don't have a set design for his brother unfortunately, but eventually one day PFF, for now this is all i have of both of them.