#mmmmm so emotional

[bacchuschucklefuck]

summer of junior year 06/11

[tervaneula]

Dad bod Leonardo gets his own post! I updated the prosthetic base and gave him a little bit more chub <3

[kiilttis-art]

c!aimsey stop making me cry challenge

[ratatatastic]

happy maffhewsasha making it to one of the new 4 nations bumpers to me who celebrates

[texasbama]

This is why I’m not debating anything as arbitrary as sales or record breaking numbers. She broke that glass ceiling 20 years ago.

This was pre-I Am…Sasha Fierce. Pre-Self Titled. Pre-Lemonade. Its been nearly 20 years since this interview and she did/is doing exactly what she said she would. She has become the blueprint. She is an icon and more importantly, she continues to evolve as an artist, continues to push boundaries and is constantly outdoing herself. It’s about legacy now.

[llondonfog]

i may just have a very different view of lilia as a whole, so this really is just tossing ideas at a wall, but the non-smut introspection i have for gen vanrouge is not that he would see who he's become and act out of anger, hatred, or frustration, but fear.

even now, lilia is a force to be reckoned with. he's capable, cunning, and strong.

worst of all—he's playful.

he commands respect and showcases his physical prowess while covered in frills and glitter. he smiles and jokes while establishing his authority. he's wholly unreadable to someone still so rigid in their anger.

i think gen vanrouge would recognize that lilia, as a foe, would be toying with him above all. and that would terrify him, to see someone with his face who is still so capable yet so horrifically casual. it's beyond difficult to read those you cannot understand.

...but again. a singular opinion. i feel like my twst opinions usually differ anyway.

NO BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST INTERPRETATION OF THEIR DYNAMICS THAT I'VE SEEN YET????

it's the fear of looking in a mirror at someone who so easily intimidates you by the sheer ease of their self control and self confidence alone, the kind of self mastery that general vanrouge at his age does not possess the wisdom nor life experience to understand. that this is you at your fullest potential, and it's nothing like you've ever dreamed it would be, quite the opposite in fact, and yet more self assured than you've been at any point in your life.

this lilia doesn't have to fight for his place to belong, to be respected among the rest- he's accepted and beloved for who he is, and that's a sense of belonging that the general sadly won't know for several hundred years.

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 13

I had to actually Do Things today so I wanted to write more but I got my idea down and that's what matters :D! These aren't characters I've established or anything, they've just got names because I needed them for the story!

Team as a Family

“Ah, I see! The fiendish pair finally show their faces together when I invite them over for a meeting.” A full, pearly smile swept open the door. “Welcome in, officially.”

The first man adjusted the camera strapped to his chest. His only protection in the lair of the enemy. Two security guards flanked them when they crossed the threshold and took each forcefully by the arms.

“Hey! We had a deal!” The second squirmed and tried to kick the legs out from under them.

“Relax.” A leather gloved hand on his shoulder allowing the other to loom over him. “We had an agreement about contraband. If this is to go on, I’ll be verifying your compliance.” 

They patted him down feeling first over his jacket, grabbing at the empty pockets, then under. An “excuse me” was murmured when feeling more intimate areas, and they finally struck gold at his back left pant pocket. A wallet, and a thick one at that.

“That’s my wallet,” he grumbled. 

“Yes, I do wonder what’s inside. I’ve yet to learn much about either of you.” They flipped it open and plucked out the driver’s license. “Peter Borowski, hm? Thirty-two years of age, a Capricorn… ah, your address. Now we’re even, don’t you think?”

“Give it back, Dorian.” Pulling the name as a power card didn’t mean much when his own had just been revealed.

“I think it’ll stay right here until we conclude tonight. Insurance for me.” They gestured to the camera. The proof that Dorian wouldn’t be able to steal it.

Peter’s legs were felt down as well as his shoes, including the strange bump under the zipper. They unsheathed a concealed knife and stood up, tutting.

“Naughty boy…” The blade pressed to his neck. “This your plan, sweetheart?” The other was struggling against the guard to point his camera their way.

“You’re under surveillance,” he growled. The knife was lifted and held up in surrender.

“No sense of humor in either of you. Calm down, enjoy yourselves!”

“Them first.” He inclined his head toward the guards.

“Touche.” They twirled the knife between their fingers and chucked it behind the pair, the blade lodging itself snugly into the wooden doorframe. Both flinched. “Finders keepers.”

Deeming their business finished with Peter, they approached his partner now. He stood fast against the invasion, but his trembling couldn’t be hidden from thorough hands. Dorian unzipped the pocket of his jacket and found his wallet, eyes lighting up in the same way they had before.

“It’s certainly an interesting tactic, bringing your identifying information right into my hands like- oh…” A look was shared, knowing exactly what they’d just discovered. Their eyes darted between the pair. “No wonder you never let me see you side by side.”

“Is it really such a big deal?” Peter scoffed. “I can’t see what you find so surprising.”

“Really now? What do you think, Gordon?” They twisted his ID card between their thumb and index finger. “Gordon Borowski?”

“You’d be surprised at the bond you can form when you investigate with your brother.” “I’ll say. Twin, even. Fraternal, assuming that black hair didn’t come from a box.” No resistance was an affirmative, they supposed. “Well, boys. Let’s not dilly dally any longer. Step into my office.”

[jichanxo]

kuwana + vent art

[threecfhearts]

also, my go-to hibi song, bc it ticks all the boxes yknow <3

[ranger-danger]

Her eyes are so brown

[six-improbable-things]

On a happier (or at least less mixed) note, @cream-and-tea and @vexalia will be glad to know that I listened to the first episode of The Silt Verses today, and while it made me feel a little sick (for some reason reading body horror doesn't bother me, but hearing it did??? idk I've never really listened to an audio-based story before, and horror usually isn't my genre), I did like it. Idk if my adhd that makes me automatically tune out all audio if I'm not spending energy to concentrate really hard on it and also have a visual in front of me (in this case the transcripts) will let me keep up with listening to the episodes, but I will definitely keep trying for as long as I can, and at the very least read the transcripts.

[milo-is-rambling]

Is this a satisfying as fuck section of a sudoku game or am I weird about numbers

[rockingthegraveyard]

thanks to the cloudflare, ao3 is inaccessible on the device I read it on 🥲

[iced-souls]

Ok so, not fuullly important i guess but I figured I’d let ya’ll know a week ahead of time cause why not

So this weeks me birthday, so thats fun

And thus since i like trying things out, imma try out a stream! Not a big one tho just a doodle daddle chatting one

Am i doing this from only my ipad and is the first time I’ve fully tried this? Yes and yes.

Does that mean it’ll probably chaotic in tech terms? Also most likely yes.

But hey, it’ll be an intro to the march break, and expanding my horizons so wahoo

So yeah.

Sunday the March of 10th… EST i think my timezone is—

Not exactly sure of the time, but I’m thinking sometime after lunch, so starting probably some time between 12 and 2pm

Come in if you’d like! Ask for requests or questions or simply hang out if you’d like.

I tried in figuring out more on twitch so I’ll probably be there at ‘Iced_Souls’

Welp, that’s it! See ya then i guess—

Have a doodle for the way out:

[shy-writer-999]

Summary: Ace wants to try something new, but any time he's deep inside of you his possessive streak takes over. ~1.9k words. Mildly edited, I'll come back for a second round soon!

CW: Afab reader, cockwarming, possessiveness, pet names (“princess” used once), P in V.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

“Do you know what cockwarming is?” Ace looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh… I think so. Wouldn’t that mean you just put your cock in me but… we don’t move or fuck, really?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “Wanna try?”

“Well, does that mean I get to fuck you after?”

He flashed a smile. “Sure.”

Many minutes later, after Ace fingered you and ate you out, you sunk down onto his cock. You were straddling him while he sat in a chair, bare chests pressed together, and your face in the crook of his neck. His cock was buried deep inside, unmoving.

Ace was doing something, but the memory of that night is foggy, distorted by pleasure. He must have been reading, writing, polishing his belt buckle, fixing his beaded necklace, something like that. He was working on something while you drifted in and out of sleep.

Ace felt warm and comforting inside and the experience was intimate. He smelled good and you could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. You felt safe, like you usually did around him, and you napped like that for a while.

Time passed and Ace finished whatever he was doing. One of his hands started to pet your hair, and his other hand came to rest on your hips. “Hey, gorgeous.” He murmured, stirring you awake. “You doing ok?”

You pulled away from where you were nestled in his neck and looked at him with sleepy eyes. “Mmhmm.” You forgot that his cock was inside of you for a second—you had gotten used to the sensation. But you were quickly reminded when Ace rocked his hips up, just slightly.

He pulled you closer and your lips met—you could tell he was smiling through his kisses, in excitement for what he was about to do to you, as well as pure adoration. Another slight push of his hips upwards and your core started to tingle and pulse around him.

He hummed in response. “I can feel that, baby. Does it feel good when I do this?” On the last word, he pushed his hips up again, cock pressing your g-spot as you let out another muted gasp. The warmth the pressure inside of you quickly turned to full-fledged heat, in two senses of the word. First, you were buzzing with pleasure already. He knew how to coax it out of you effortlessly. And second, you could tell he was literally warming you up inside, putting his devil fruit powers to good use, as he always did.

“Mmmmm, Ace.”

More kisses. They got intense, sloppier. His tongue pushed past your lips and prodded into your mouth; he reached a hand up to rest tangled in your hair. Every roll of his hips upwards felt electric.

“Fuck,” he pulled away and a string of spit connected your lips. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”

Ace had a possessive streak and it showed, in full force, whenever his cock was in you. It was a projection of how much he cherished you and how much he wanted to be cherished. You both knew that he was all yours and you were all his. Even so, he got off on reminding you in bed. Something about it really got him going.

We can speculate, but it must have to do with how badly he wanted to be loved and needed. He ate up the fact that he could be as possessive with you as he wanted, and you never said no to him (because every word he said was true). It was, among other things, one of the most intense and purely emotional sides of Ace, this all-encompassing need for you and your affection.

He relished the fact that no one else had you in any way—no one else knew you as well, no one else knew how you liked to be treated, no one else loved you like he did (and no one else ever would).

And tonight, his possessiveness was emphasized. Earlier that evening, the whole crew had been at a bar. It always drove Ace fucking nuts to see how every man in the room eyed you like a piece of meat. It pissed him off that they objectified you, eyes stuck on your figure any time you moved or any time your smile beamed. But what had been particularly worse about this night was that both of you had been chatted up.

A gorgeous young woman had grabbed Ace by the hand and dragged him to the other side of the bar when you were distracted. He tried to be polite, but he couldn’t focus. He was watching you get flirted with out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to care that Ace was over in some dim corner with a random woman (he knew that you did care but you trusted him, so you weren’t that bothered). But Ace could see that the man chatting you up was being handsy—the guy did that classic and creepy hand-touching-the-small-of-your-back move that made you cringe in obvious discomfort.

So, Ace left the woman he was speaking with as she was in the middle of a word. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go.” He smiled painfully and practically bolted across the room, putting a hand between you and the creepy man and prying him off of you. “You’ve got the wrong idea, bud.”

Suffice to say, he got into a bar fight. But “fight” wouldn’t really be the right word for it. The second that Ace held a flaming finger in front of the creep’s face, the man ran out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs, as they say.

But back to the moment at hand. Ace’s possessive streak was shining more than usual on account of the dual flirtation by randoms mere hours before. While Ace pressed his cock up into you with each second that passed, he reminded you that you were each other’s.

“You’re the only one for me, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear. He only had eyes for you, only ever wanted you, and it would stay that way. “You’re mine.”

As Ace grinded into you, he used the leverage of his hands on your hips to push you down on his cock, hitting every spot he possibly could. Your arousal started to trickle down his shaft and onto his balls.

“Tell me who you belong to, princess.” Ace cooed in your ear. His desperate grunts accompanied wet sounds of you bouncing on his cock.

“You, Ace. Only you.” You whined as his pace increased. Each time his tip pushed on your gooey, sensitive soft, it felt like fireworks of pleasure lit inside of you. Your walls throbbed in time with his cock, driving him crazier.

His lips left a trail of kisses down the curve of your neck. Sinking his teeth down, he bit your shoulder, leaving a sunken crescent of teeth marks. A sign that you were his. The pain wasn’t too bad (though you yelped anyway), dulled by the fact that he was fucking you senseless. He lapped at the bite mark as if that would make the pain go away. When you whimpered in reply, his cock twitched.

“Look at me, pretty. Say my name.”

You made an effort to lock eyes with him, but you almost couldn’t look straight. “Ace. Ace, fuck. Feels so good.” The only word for the desire-riddled expression looking back at you would be ravenous.

As his name fell from your lips in a constant stream, your fingernails dug into the skin on his back—it felt great and encouraged him to thrust faster.

His precum wept inside of you, pearlescent and hotter than usual. He slammed frenzied, erratic thrusts that made you start to seize up with pleasure. You could barely speak, and you gave up on holding yourself upright, choosing instead to rest your face in his neck again.

“Wanna be with you forever, baby. You’re mine. All—mine.” He rasped in your ear, low and husky. Oozing desire from your cunt seeped down his shaft and onto the chair below; obscene noises echoed in the room as more filth left his lips.

Ace was out of breath, fucking you so hard and fast that he forgot to breathe. He choked out words between animalistic groans. “You’re so fuckin’ tight for me, sweetheart. Only—ever—for—me.”

The orgasmic coil inside of you was about to snap; you gave up on answering him and instead babbled, nodded, and moaned into his neck. He could tell that you were getting close from the way your walls shuddered around his shaft, the way that your muscles were starting to tense up and spasm.

“Cum for me, angel. Show me how good it feels. Show me whose pussy this is.” Ace almost couldn’t get the words out; he was heaving breaths and his mind was in a haze of desire. He needed to know that you were all his, that he was the only person you ever wanted. He needed to hear it before he let go. He was dying for you, feral for you, down bad for you in ways that words can’t describe.

“Ace—Ace, fuck, I’m—I’m cumming, Ace,” you keened his name and arched your back as he bucked his cock up into you. He deliberately controlled the heat of his shaft and flashed it blazing hot just for a second while he pressed on your g-spot forcefully with his swollen tip—it was too much.

Your orgasm exploded, euphoric and intense. You writhed on him in pleasure, convulsing over his cock with harsh squeezes.

That was what he wanted. Only he could ever do that to you.

His hips jerked one last time as he felt your walls squeeze and beg him for his cum. A guttural moan left his lips as he came deep inside of you—you could feel him filling you up in milky white ropes, dripping out of your slit and coating his shaft and balls.

With a long groan and exhale, Ace rested his head next to yours as he came down from his climax. His arms wrapped around you to bring you into a closer embrace as his heartbeat struggled to return to normal.

When he loosened his embrace slightly after a few minutes, he brought your face to his with gentle palms and started to nuzzle his nose on yours, radiating affection so strongly that you could feel it in your heart. His freckles popped out through the hues of pink and red that flushed his cheekbones.

Sighing in contentment with his cock still resting inside of you, both his hands cupped your cheeks, and his thumbs caressed your skin. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. Fuck. Will you be mine forever, baby?”

You laughed and the sound made his heart twist and flutter. A slight roll of your eyes accompanied your tone of feigned annoyance. “Yes, Ace. You always ask this, and the answer is always yes.”

“Okay, just checking.” He kissed every part of your skin that he could access until it tickled. “Are you still sleepy? Wanna go to bed?”

woowwww this was a fun one, omg. im down egregiously bad for him. if this man was real, i would do things to him so much that he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. pulling out all the stops. unhinging the jaw and whatnot. i can't describe how bad i want this man it's honestly pathetic at this point 😭😭😭😭

thank u so much for reading! here's my masterlist and my posting schedule for october.

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