#okay byeeeeeee!!!!

[venice-1987]

Okay, so in season 4 episode 8, Janai starts talking about two of those twin-tailed inferno tooth tigers and the two she is talking about have the color palets of turquios and brown (Embertail), and gold and red (Aegis) (both seen in teaser images for season 7). And Janai says that "Embertail thinks Aegis is cute, but won't admit it yet" so in conclusion, not only will Sorvus be canon in season 7, but Corvus has thought Soren is cute for three seasons, but hasn't admitted it to himself yet.

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saimatsu week day 3 not on day 3: reunion

they do be sobbing

[aeliem]

for @switchthedragon's dtiys

timelapse and version without text under the cut

[world-of-aus]

Navy - there are no words except for..

Give Me One More

It's past closing hours, the gyms lights dimmed for the night.

It's only the two of you.

You catch your reflection in the large mirror that span across the wall, you don't recognize yourself. Your hair is un-tamed, lips parted on a choked back moan, chest heaving beneath your sports bra, fingers curled into the leather bench as the pleasure between your legs builds again. Your bottom half is bare to the cool air of the room, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he try's to pull another from you.

"Give me one more, sweetheart, c'mon now."

Always just one more.

You keep your eyes on the mirror drinking in the muscles of his shirtless back, drawing up the lengths of his bulging biceps. Gaze only leaving your disheveled form in the mirror to seek out the eyes of the man buried between your legs.

He's managed to steal your breath further, eyes glimmering dark with hunger in the dim light, wet lips tugging into a small smirk as he holds your gaze. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bench, fingers joining into the mix as he pushes them into your wet heat. Your head falls back, his name is on your lips in a silent prayer, "mmm that's it," he murmurs pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, "feels good doesn't it?"

Your hand leaves the bench to curl around his shortened locks, tugging, drawing a low groan from the man on his knees for you.

“B - please."

"I've got you sweetheart, I'll get you there."

He had been getting your there for the past 10 minutes, each time better than the last.

You revel in the build of pleasure, as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. Your pleasure climbing till it's at its peak again. He pulls a drawn out moan from your lips, as he buries his head between your legs once more, fingers never ceasing their rhythm. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, body heaving as the intense pleasure washes over you. He doesn’t stop, not that he's stopped after the last three he's pulled from you. No, he works you through it, his tongue all too eager to collect your sweet nectar. Your vision goes white as you clench around him fingers pulling at his hair.

“Holy fuck,” you choke out thighs trembling as you wind down, Bucky chuckles as he moves up your body kissing up your sweat slicked skin. He looms over you eyes hooded with lust, a small smile on his glistening lips. Your hands come up wrapping themselves around the back of his neck pulling him down to you. Your lips press against his, a groan falling from your lips as you taste yourself on his sinful tongue. 

He thrust his cock against your naked sex, "think you can give me one more?"

[rebouks]

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First day of preschool...

[jerrsterrr]

Recent Sketchbook pages :3!!

Which has the orginal comic from here another, and a some silly doodles :3

Some flipable thingies o_0

Another mini comic ^___^

Moon being silly, based on this post

Big sun, and other doodles :DD

All based on Solar Lunacy by @/bamsara LEL

[zeyan]

this guy

[soaps-mohawk]

Hey! I love your story so so much and I always look forward to new chapters!

I do have a question though. Is the whole General Shepard cameras thing still is part of the story? I feel like the buildup was so good and then it just disappeared and became unimportant. Like if the guys never find out about it, it's whatever.

I dont mean this as an insult to your writing at all, but I'm just wondering if it's gonna come back at all since it's been so long since it's been thought about by the mc.

Again, I love your work

You'll have to wait and see

[happyk44]

was going to go to sleep but real quick thinking about how the fruit of the underworld is forbidden and off-limits but not to hermes, never to hermes, he doesn't believe in things being off-limits, that's just a silly word designed to entice him and his itchy fingers, so the fruit is his, it's his, it's his, it's his, red and bittersweet and staining his lips as juice-slicked fingertips grip pale cold skin like a lifeline, like air, because the split pomegranate fallen between stumbling feet isn't really his, never will be, but the man towering above him is, hands gentle, body firm, mouth so so cold - he's his, he's his, he's his

(hermes traces bruised bites across his uncle's relaxed chest and understands what the others meant when they all said hades was their home. it's the man, not the place. always was. he's theirs, they're his)

(he's mine)

[mirrortouchedsea]

(CW for Suicidal Ideation)

Hinata’s breath was heavy as he landed the final move of their act. The tinny music playing from their speakers went quiet and the audience clapped politely. It was always the same song and dance as the crowd moved on with their day. A few of them tossed some yen their way but otherwise it was time for them to regroup for their next performance. Yuta knelt down by the hat with some coins and bills sticking out of it, counting their earnings thus far. 

“Hey aniki! We might be able to eat well tonight! There’s like 3,000 yen in here!” Yuta exclaimed. The idea of a filling dinner made Hinata’s mouth water. Oh what he wouldn’t do for even warm noodles not from a cup. 

Hinata turned to grab the iPod from its place on the speaker, choosing the next song to play. He put the phone back and turned the volume up a little more to play over the evening rush. The music started and he and Yuta moved in unison around their little stage, taking in the crowd. There were some regulars that Hinata recognized, the businesswoman who was perpetually tired but always stopped for their performances and a few kids who looked up at them in awe as their parents were trying to usher them away. There were always new faces too, of course people traveled across the country all the time or took new trains or moved cities, but there was something different about the boy with the bright red hair at the back of the crowd. His sky blue eyes pierced straight through to Hinata’s heart and made him stumble when their gaze connected with his own. 

“Hey, aniki focus! We’re almost done, don't fail on me now!” Yuta whispered, carefully shielding Hinata from the crowd as he regained his footing. Yuta was always so quick thinking. Hinata got back to his position and finished up the routine, eyes looking for that boy he had spotted earlier. He half hoped the boy would come talk to them afterwards while they were packing up for the evening, but when he finally saw that shock of red hair, it was moving away with the rest of the crowd. 

Hinata sighed, disappointed. Maybe that boy would come back someday. There was something about him that drew Hinata in. 

Someone bumped his shoulder, drawing him from his thoughts. “Hey, aniki, are you alright? You seem out of it today.” Yuta’s hand rested on his shoulder and Hinata couldn’t help but smile. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around, the older brother checking in on the younger one? 

“Hey hey everything’s fine Yuta-kun, don’t worry about me. I was just thinking about that delicious dinner you’re treating us too~” He playfully pushed back on Yuta, the red haired blue eyed boy all but forgotten now. 

“Hey! It’s technically our money so I’m not treating you to anything!” Yuta scowled but the smile in his voice was obvious to Hinata. 

“Hehe, then dinner’s on me! Say ‘thank you aniki!’” 

--- 

It was a week before Hinata saw the red headed boy in their audience again. He had all but slipped his mind, but those striking blue eyes were impossible to forget. Yuta was introducing their next performance which allowed Hinata to take a better look at the older boy who had made his way to the middle of the audience. He was tall and what Hinata could see of his outfit seemed ill-fitting at best, along with a headband holding his hair away from his eyes. 

Hinata scrambled to his position as the music queued up and let his instincts take over. Every so often he found himself glancing at the red haired boy, trying to see what he thought of their performance, but his face revealed nothing. 

Why was he so focused on this one boy? It’s not like they didn’t have strangers who watched them sometimes, and none of them had caught Hinata’s attention quite like this boy. He really couldn’t be much older than Hinata, maybe 17 at the oldest. Was he an older brother too? The boy’s eyes made contact with Hinata’s and it took everything in him to not look away. 

Once again however, Yuta snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in and everything was forgotten. 

“Are you really okay aniki? You’ve been out of it a lot recently…” Oh how it pained Hinata to see the concern on Yuta’s face. Nothing was even really wrong per se, but Hinata was distracted nonetheless. 

“I’m fine, Yuta-kun. Geez, can’t your older brother have some peace?” His mouth ran faster than his brain and he immediately regretted it. Yuta’s face flipped through several emotions; hurt, confusion, exhaustion. It wasn’t like him to hide things from his brother, so why was he doing it now? “Whatever, let’s get some dinner. My treat~” 

“It’s our money!” 

--- 

The boy continued to make appearances at the twins’ performances on the street, becoming something of a regular but disappearing before Hinata could flag him down. Hinata wasn’t even sure what compelled him to want to talk to the older boy, but he wanted to say something. He had even noticed that the boy seemed happier and his clothes fit a little better, not like they were just the first thing he grabbed out of a donation pile. 

Finally, after almost a month of trying to say something to the boy, Hinata saw him walk up to their hat on the ground and drop a few coins into it. 

“Thank you!” He said, walking up to the boy. “Hope you enjoyed the performance!” 

The boy froze as if he wasn’t expecting to be greeted like that. There was a slight flush to his face. “I-it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. You uh…you were great?” The boy seemed unsure of how to reply, though Hinata was happy with the compliment nonetheless. Maybe… 

“What brings you here? I mean--agh, sorry! I just mean…I noticed you don’t have a regular schedule?” The words were practically falling out of his mouth and Hinata wasn’t really sure what they were doing. “Like you show up a few days in a row but then go three weeks without stopping by at all!” He was just digging a bigger grave for himself! Great! 

“Ah uhm…I’m not from around here.” The boy scratched at the back of his neck. Maybe Hinata should back off. 

“O-oh, yeah of course. Duh. Are you visiting family or something?” 

“Not quite. I really should get going though. See you…later?” 

“Yeah, see you later.” 

“Hey Aniki, are you coming or not? The food’s gonna get cold!” 

“Coming!” 

---

It was almost a month before the boy appeared again. In the time between, Hinata had come up with a million different ideas for what his life was like. Was he a delinquent who skipped school to hang out on the street with gangs (how scary! But he looked strong enough to fit in)? Or was he a runaway from a city far away, somewhere Hinata only dreamed of visiting like Okinawa? Maybe he had a bad relationship with his dad and ran away, a thought that Hinata hated to admit had crossed his mind more than once. Or maybe he just passed through the city on the way to somewhere else. That seemed to be the most likely option, especially if he couldn’t come very often. 

When the boy did finally show up again, Hinata had to hold himself back from practically jumping him after the performance. Something looked…different about him though. His eyes seemed more tired? Like he hadn’t been sleeping well. Hinata thought of a fight he had with his dad a few weeks ago that made it hard for him to sleep and thought maybe this boy was the same as him in that regard. 

Hinata decided to wave him down after the performance, hat in hand (they had done pretty well! It felt heavier than normal and even without counting everything, they’d probably have enough for breakfast too). 

“Hey! You look tired, are you--did you want to get something to eat?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes--

The boy’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. Did Hinata mess up? Oh he overstepped and now there really wasn’t any chance of getting to know him. Why was he so interested in talking to the boy anyway? Hinata had been asking himself that for a while now and he still had no answer. 

“I…I can’t. I need to go.” The boy turned and ran off before Hinata could ask more. He just kept messing up, didn’t he? Maybe he really was just a burden to Yuta and their dad and the restaurant owner. He shouldn’t have been born and Yuta would’ve been better off--

“Aniki! Sheesh, get your head out of the clouds. How much did we make?” Yuta grabbed the hat out of Hinata’s hand and quickly counted out the coins and bills. “Woah! We could eat a whole five course meal with this…” 

“Think with your head a little Yuta-kun. We’ve got breakfast paid for if we don’t blow it all tonight!” 

Yuta nodded before handing the hat back to Hinata. “So, my pick tonight?” 

--- 

Hinata signed the note, trying his best to keep the tears from dripping on it and smudging the ink. After his blunder with the red haired boy, he hadn’t shown up to their performances for over two months. Hinata was certain that he had messed up and was too forward. He didn’t even know the kid’s name! Why did he think the two of them could ever be friends? 

And on top of all of that, Yuta had become more and more distant from Hinata, as if Hinata just existing was dragging him back from his full potential. Yuta would have been better off as an only child and maybe Hinata deserved this life. Thirteen years living with their father, who had treated them as nothing but monsters, blaming them for their mother’s death and everything bad that had happened since, Hinata had resolved to run away. He’d make his way to the mountains and maybe he’d find someone willing to help him or maybe he’d slip into an endless sleep. 

Dear Yuta-kun, the letter had started. I’m sorry that I’m leaving like this, but I know that I’m just a burden to you. I’m sorry for that. I wish I had more to say but I just want you to be happy and maybe father will treat you better without me. I love you. 

The other letter, already folded and placed on the table, was much shorter, addressed to his father. 

Dear Father, I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better son. Please don’t take this out on Yuta-kun, it was my decision. 

The less words he spent on that man, the better. Hinata folded Yuta’s note and placed it on top before quietly exiting through the front door. 

---

Everything was cold. Hinata slumped against a tree, head between his knees in a last ditch effort to keep warm. Sleep should come soon and he could painlessly move on, at least that’s what he hoped. He barely registered someone approaching him, but didn’t look up. 

“Hey.” The voice was vaguely familiar, but where did he remember it from? A warm hand shook at Hinata’s shoulder. 

“‘M fine.” The words were barely a whisper. The other voice grunted before walking away. It was another minute before Hinata felt something drape around his shoulders and a cup shoved in his hand. Whatever was in it was steaming, warming his fingers. 

“Drink.” The voice said. And he did, the tea was very, very bitter. That voice… 

Hinata looked up, meeting a pair of bright, sky blue eyes. That’s where he recognized the voice from. Did he…live? In the mountains? The boy seemed to recognize him too. He was wearing a headband and what looked like very warm clothes that Hinata wished he had. Hinata finished the tea, trying not to focus on the flavor. It helped at least, in warming him up a bit. 

“Why are you here?” The boy finally spoke again. It sounded like he was unsure if he should be mad or concerned, or both, but he offered Hinata another cup of tea, which he accepted if only to warm his fingers up. He pulled the blanket closer around his body. 

“I…ran away.” Hinata looked downward, as if admitting this out loud was a cardinal sin. The boy gestured for him to continue. “I guess I just…I was dragging my brother down. I’m not really talented at anything like he is and I’m the reason our dad sees us as monsters. He shouldn’t have to deal with a brother like me.” Hinata wasn’t really sure why he was spilling this so easily. The boy was a good listener though, hanging on every word Hinata spoke. Was he shaking? He’d never admitted this out loud before and it felt oddly freeing to say it to someone. 

He waited for a response, anything to chase away the uncomfortable silence Hinata had created with his confession. He really fucked up, didn’t he. He should have just kept that to himself like he always did instead of burdening a stranger like this! 

“I…” The boy started, barely audible above Hinata’s racing heartbeat. “I’m glad you’re alive.” He sounded unsure of his words. Was he just trying to be nice? Of course he was, how else do you respond to a kid telling you something like this? 

“You don’t have to pretend.” 

“I’m not. When I saw you singing and dancing…I think I realized something--” The boy cut himself off, the suddenness of it making Hinata look up. A moment later he heard his brother calling out from the woods behind him. 

“Aniki! There you are!” Yuta tackled him to the ground, squeezing Hinata like he might just blow away in the wind if they weren’t careful. “You scared me! I can’t believe you’d do something like that!” 

Tears pricked at Hinata’s eyes again. “I’m sorry, Yuta-kun. I’m really sorry.” He buried his face in Yuta’s jacket. His nose started to run, from the cold or the tears he couldn’t tell. 

“You aren’t a burden to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you around Aniki!” Yuta pulled back, hands gripping Hinata’s shoulders. “Promise you won’t do something that stupid again.” 

Hinata wiped the tears from his eyes, sparing a glance where the boy had been. It was as if he had never been there at all and Hinata had just hallucinated the whole interaction. He looked back at his twin brother. “I promise.” 

“Now let's get you home and warmed up. Where’d you get this blanket anyway? It doesn’t look like one of ours.” 

“I…” The boy had been real, and he told Hinata he was glad he was alive (even if his explanation was cut short by Hinata’s brother rushing in). “I guess I just found it. There must be people living nearby or something.” 

--- 

The chatter of the night club died down for the night as everyone was getting ready to go home. Hinata’s feet were sore from running around, but it was satisfying to be back in a restaurant like this. It reminded him of his childhood working for the Chinese restaurant with Yuta. 

Rinne, the leader of Crazy:B who had wanted to get closer to Hinata, and by extension 2wink, slid a drink down the bar. It looked like a horrible mix of syrups and club soda, but one sip was all it took for Hinata to drink it all down. 

“Great job tonight Hina! You’re a real natural at this stuff.” Rinne was washing the other glasses behind the bar now as Hinata finished the rest of his soda. 

“Yuta-kun and I used to work in a restaurant so it comes pretty naturally to us!” 

“That so?” 

“Mhm!” Hinata slid the empty glass back to Rinne, who quickly dumped the ice and washed it before tossing the towel over his shoulder. The entire week they’d been working the club together, there had been something bugging Hinata at the back of his mind. “Hey, Rinne-senpai…did you ever watch our shows?” 

“Huh? ‘Course I have, vice prez wants us to work together so I’ve seen a few of ‘em.” 

“That’s not what I mean. I mean like…back when Yuta-kun and I did street performances.” 

Rinne paused for a moment. “Why’re you askin’?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. You just reminded me of someone who used to watch them.” 

“Well I’m sure whoever it was is proud to see you singin’ and dancin’ on stage.” Rinne had come around the bar and stood next to Hinata, ruffling his hair. “Let’s get goin’ or I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Niki-kun.” 

[tallulah477]

✨ Author & Artist & Supporter Appreciation Post ✨

So I just had the realization that during Kinktober I wrote a total of 33,883 words and I'm a little out of breath about it because . . . holy shit? I did that in one month???

Obviously, I haven't finished all of the prompts yet (actually I still have more than half to do lmao), and to be honest I was a little bummed that I couldn't complete more in time.

But I shouldn't be because I actually totally rocked it. That's an insane amount to write in so little time and it's definitely more than anything else I've tried to write earlier this year before Kinktober in all the previous months combined. That alone is a huge accomplishment and I'm super proud of myself for it.

Also, I finally got over my fear of posting my work online and have gotten tons of positive feedback (that make my heart soar every time), as well as made some awesome new friends who I cherish. Those are things I'll be forever grateful for.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to call out other authors/artists who also participated in Kinktober in any amount or regard (or even if you didn't but are a writer or artist in general) and tell you all how much I admire each and every one of you. You are all such rockstars to do what you can do. The amount of talent I've seen in this past month alone is completely unmatched to anything else I've ever experienced.

I really hope you all are proud of yourselves - and, if you're not, you should be.

I know how hard it can be to find inspiration sometimes and how grueling it can be to just write one sentence or draw one line. But you're all amazing and I admire your drive and persistence to make it happen. The love for your art really shows in your work and makes it great.

Anywho~ just wanted to show some love for my fellow authors/artists who I absolutely adore:

@eyweveng @eywaite @neteyamswillow @pandoraslxna @neteyamssyulang @teyamsatan @oakbuggy @neteyamsyawntu @strongheartneteyam @blue-slxt @vivid-ink @viviartsy @theblueflower05 @xylianasblog @sulieykte @jakexneytiri @live-laugh-neteyam @pandorxxx @neteyamslovrr @bambithewriter @ele-sme @hotdsworld @neteyamsoare

(if I missed you, I'm sorry - know that I love you anyway!)

Also, wanna give a special shout-out to @ele-sme and @itchaboi-itchyboy - y'all are always so on top with your support of everyone and I can't thank you enough for it. And thank you to everyone else who also supports our works, especially with reblogs and comments. I can only speak for myself here, but it means the world to me. 🧡

[missscifisunshine]

crawling my way to you 😇

[popcorn-plots]

I stole Toby's phone and this really hard to navigate dude wtf - @azrail-has-a-vendetta

[colorstormx]

hmm. what if I started getting a lil weird w my art.

(is already getting a lil weird with their art and has been for a while now)

[wabitwithadot]

i was rewatching petscop because Unlimited Trees randomly started reblogging and doing art of it and i was reminded of its existence. I did it because I wanted to watch it without having in the back of my mind theories of youtubers because when i watched petscop back then i didnt have the capacity to think theories myself and i kinda dorgot about all of those silly theories. Sadly I still remember some key details, but its the super basic stuff so no biggie. AND THEN I STUMBLE UPON THIS:

IN UNITRES DREAMS THATS THE DESCRIPTION OF UNLIMITED TREES ZONE IN THE EXTRAS MENU.

Screw you trees.

(btw it apears in petscop 9 at roughly 12:55)

[daisynik7]

have a fab weekend everybody! treat others kindly but most importantly, treat yourself kindly. ttyl ✌️