#my brain is kinda fried lmao

[impossible-rat-babies]

vierapril day 25--love

and you have a person in your life whose hand you like to hold? "yes, i do." it must surely, then, be very happy down there in your heart. "yes," i said. "it is." -- --mary oliver, "a voice from i don't know where" ,felicity

[screwpinecaprice]

They won the lottery and inspired by Mr. Greg, they spent it all in one day by committing identity fraud.

Idk I took a second job and my brain is so fried right now. 😭

[eemryss]

If he loves me so much... then why did he break my heart?

[apple-orchards-writings]

two hubbies that co-own you :) they pamper you and organize sacrifices while you fall asleep in their laps <3

^^^^^^^ IF YOU DON'T ELABORATE ON THIS I. WILL. PERISH!!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE APPLE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THAT REPLY GOT ME JSJBDBRBDJRJR

Every morning you wake up, in both of your lovers' arms. Everything feels right with the world. You try to get up and get dressed, but they don't want you to, stay in bed with them and enjoy the morning, who cares if they have duties. After you manage to convince them to get out of bed (probably after some morning sex, let's be real), they'll bicker over what jewellery you should wear the gold one with white accents or the black one with green accents.

They ultimately settle on both, complete with your usual collar, both of their names written on the little tag. Before they can start fighting on what you wear, you call in your handmaidens, and they help you choose a nice outfit, not too revealing, but still enough for your picky lovers to be satisfied. The next step is to have a nice breakfast, and today it's Sydney's turn to have you on his lap, though you both know that by the end of the meal, Kylar will have joined you, envious as he is.

When you move to the audience room to hear petitioners, you move next to Kylar's seat, and he enthusiastically grabs at you, dragging you in his lap and holding you there so you can fall asleep in his arms. He keeps you there for the rest of the morning, barely even listening to the people making demands, more focused on your steady breathing and the way you look so sweet and pliant, just for him (and Sydney).

Lunch time comes around, and Kylar wakes you up, smiling down at your sleepy face. All three of you get a nice lunch in the boudoir, your lovers refusing to let you do the slightest bit of work, insisting on feeding you. Usually this would also be a time to have some fun, but you're a bit too sleepy for that today, maybe later.

You let yourself drift off a little more in your lovers' embrace for a little longer, until you have to move to another part of the temple to witness the sacrifices. Not your favorite part of the day, but it is necessary, and Kylar will not let you skip out on it. You're about to get up when Sydney gathers you up in his big beefy arms and smiles down at you, carrying you to the altar room.

There, in between the two thrones, sits a nice, comfortable bean bag with a blanket, which you promptly wrap yourself in, curling up while you let Kylar do all the talking. His hand comes down to pet your head, brushing through your hair, and you lean into it before grabbing one of the books you left here last time, and diving into it, forgetting all about the sacrifice. You're only taken out of it when hearing the screams of the victim, but Sydney covers your eyes and shushes you gently when you turn to look, not to protect your innocence really, but mostly to have your full attention on him.

He motions for you to sit on his lap, and you climb to sit, facing him. You don't have to wonder what compelled him to ask you for long, because he's already grinding on you, not focusing on anything around the two of you anymore. He's panting quietly in your ear, hands holding onto your hips to push you down on him, telling you to be quiet in hushed whispers. You look to your left, and Kylar is struggling to not stare at you, you can see his jaw clenching and his fists crunching up his robes.

Sydney's going faster now, biting his lip to try and stay silent, and you can feel his hard on now, even with the robes in the way. Your little gasps and whimpers have not escaped Kylar's notice, and he seems to have teared up his robes with how hard he's clutching them. You reach out to at least hold his hand, which he gratefully takes and brings to his mouth, sucking on your fingers.

Sydney's noticed your little noises too, and decides to kiss you to shut you both up effectively, which works a little, until he's biting and sucking at your lip. His hand moves to disrobe himself slightly, making you feel the heat of him even more. When you expect it to move away when he's done displacing his clothing, he instead takes the opportunity to slip his hand in your underwear, stroking at your core.

He's now sucking on your neck uncaring of any moans that slip out of you. His only goal is to make you cum now, he needs you to finish before him. He speeds up, his hand moving even faster and his hips thrusting harder. In a few short strokes, you come undone, and he allows himself to let go, ruining your outfit.

Before you can turn around to face the group of flustered cultists, you hear Kylar order for the proceedings to finish immediately, before he takes you from Sydney's arms and carries you to the bedchamber. He's determined to have his turn.

Once you're done with that, which is to say, a few hours later, you rejoin Sydney in the dining room, finally getting your own chair for the first time today. All three of you discuss advancements in the cult or the book you're reading lately, basically making pleasant conversation, before you're done eating and servants come to take away the empty plates.

You're then guided to your private bathroom by your lovers, who insist on holding your hands, even if you remind them you know where it is by now. They help you undress and wash, fondly lathering you in soap as you return the favor, fooling around and splashing each other, leaving responsibilities behind, in this moment you three can just be loving, and not care about the world outside. There are no fights, no arguments here, only tenderness and pure unadulterated love.

When all of you are squeaky clean and the water is getting cold, you relocate to your bedchambers, where you can prepare for a full night's rest, if nothing, or rather no one, disturbs your sleep tonight. You slip into bed, awaiting your lovers to cuddle and let yourself drift off in their arms again, until you wake up the next morning, ready to tackle the next day.

[preciousbabyrat]

pls help why is everyone talking about boiling frogs i feel dumb

hi anon 🐸🐸 not dumb!! we're joking about the boiling frog theory which goes like this: if you put a live frog in boiling water, it will immediately jump out, understandably, however if you gradually warm up the water with the frog already in it, it won't realise the danger until it's too late. this is not true btw but it's a common metaphor for people not recognising/reacting to being put in dire situations (like dnp being PHREAKS in love) if they arise bit by bit (from no homo to dropping more and more hints about the nature of their relationship/sex life/whatever tf they're doing at any given moment I guess). it's fun because it only gets more accurate with every new piece of content from dnp :))) <3

[dawdlecentric]

Holy shit! Maka & CRONA'S VAs??!!!

[keeps-ache]

once again i am on the playlist lol

[morticiankisser]

hehe hoo thinking about stan leaning into my unhinged want of being bit by a vampire for halloween purposes bc he dresses as dracula

[ladder-ghost]

Hello! I hope this message finds you well. I saw your post about what happened at the church and I wanted to reach out to express my solidarity. That must have been painful and horrifying!

Last year, I tried going back to church myself, looking for a salve for what was a rough patch in my personal life. How eerie that the parable that was shared at your sermon is the same one shared at mine! Granted, the pastor at my church was talking more about non-Christians and even other Christians who apparently aren't doing it correctly, but the effect was the same.

I walked out and never looked back. It was either that or throw the hymn book at the guy.

As someone who remains questioning, I hope you get to your safe place soon and can limit contact with those you are better off without. I hope you know that you are as worthy of life and happiness as the rest of us on this planet, regardless of what certain yahoos might say.

And I want to thank you for sharing your art with us! Your style is rich and warm, and fandom is a brighter place with you in it. 💚

i really appreciate the sentiment thanks anon💖 shoutout to all the homies dealing with this kinda thing cuz the biggest help with dealing with deconstruction and questioning while not being able to physically leave or distance from an unsafe environment yet is that knowledge that theres other people out here, we know. We see you, it takes time to get to where we want to be even if we dont particularly know what that is yet.

this reminded me of something ive been seeing recently with alot of queer ppl, i mostly see it coming from like twitter, and really in general people who have that support system present for them, where they demonize the south and less gay friendly countries, as if we dont deserve to be recognized just because of the behavior of the other people there, like that silly drama with people freaking out over chappel roan touring in the south, what do you mean thats not ok like come on now.

it can be so frustrating when it feels like no ones on your side but its kind words and representation from communities like this one that can help a person figure themselves out

[byanyan]

okok i wanted to do more tonight but honestly? i'm impressed i wrote anything with how tired i am lmao. tomorrow!!! i'm comin' for y'all!!!! affectionately, ofc ♡

[famewolf]

D&D is officially cancelled today because the DM is sick (rip), and Percy and I are going on a little wedding anniversary vacation next week so the soonest we can play is on the 17th skgfjhhgd

[nohkalikai]

one day i'll cover something properly instead of just fucking around and having fun but yesterday was not that day

[t-lostinworlds]

i really really reaaaaallly want to post this fic today. but it’s gotten so out of hand and i don’t think i have the mental capacity to reread 15k words over and over in a span of a few hours. SO. will u guys be up for a non proofread fic? ALSKALSKALKAS 

[fandomsnfluff]

would anyone take issue with me singlehandedly attempting to bring back the loads of obey me tk content that i used to see floating around the dash eeeeverywhere 2 years ago--

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

11 and/or 27 with Tina and JJ?

11. how do they feel about nicknames/pet names? if they like them, what pet names do they use? if they hate them, why do they feel that way?

jimmy jr. might throw out a "babe" every once in a while, but that's about it. i feel like tina would feel kinda awkward about calling him any pet names (also i feel like she ALWAYS refers to him as jimmy jr.,,never just jimmy (i'm sure she has called him jimmy like once or twice in the show but i am pretending that didn't happen)) it's not that they hate pet names or anything, they just aren't super comfortable with them!

27. how do they say “i love you” non-verbally?

jimmy jr. strikes me as the type to really struggle with saying "i love you" (can blame it on his daddy issues or whatever) but as they get older he starts to learn tina's love languages and he tries really hard to work them into their routines.

thank you for asking!!! <3

[scribespirare]

ofc i start getting new followers n'shit while im in the middle of a bad case of writer's block. sorry y'all i aint got shit