#part 2 when

[amaibambina]

rain code x squishmallows

[luxwing]

Congrats to the TF2 community for finally getting a cosmetic into the game with the trans pride flag hidden on it. About damn time

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[yourangle-yuordevil]

If you can't see them they can't see you, right?

[cucunot]

Decided to reblog this because I cant stop thinking about shrike torturing me with his cum rations

team bonding

cw: gangbang, noncon, night lords being night lords. face-fucking. everyone gets quite sticky.

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“I’m not translating that,” says Zakyr, and it takes a moment for Vanatas to register the refusal — he’s completely lost in the velvet-soft slickness wrapped around his cock, the sweet-salt scent of fear filling the air, the way your belly distends unnaturally with each thrust, pillowing upwards. All that pliant, delicious flesh; of so much more use to him when it is securely attached to your body, rather than hanging in curtains around the ship. He is so, so glad that he and his brothers got to you before some of the more bloodthirsty of his legion; equally glad that — despite his damnable personality — Zakyr is the best hand to hand fighter in the Claw, and that Shrike is such an excellent shot. They half-killed four other Night Lords to make sure you ended up sandwiched between them, rather than under another, or — worse still — in the flaying pits, which would have been such a waste. Shrike is currently taking his due from your throat, his black eyes glazed with pleasure as he attempts to force his way past your uvula. The obscene wet glucking noises of your gag reflex — and the whimpering forced out around his prick in a slurry of sound and drool — is more erotic than it has any right to be, and Vanatas can’t make up his mind on where to look: his own prick, bullying away your insides to make space for himself; or your throat, stretched to breaking point, until he can practically see the veins of Shrike’s prick.

He isn’t really enamoured with the thought of Shrike’s prick, nor does he especially enjoy the sight of his brother’s balls — even if they are dragging across your face and occasionally stifling your already-stuttering breaths from your nose — so he redirects his attention to your stomach, and —

Wait. What did Zakyr say?

He looks up, pausing mid-thrust. You whine; he’s almost hilt deep, stuffing you agonisingly full.

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m not translating that,” says Zakyr, a little sulkily. He’s seated on one of the benches that ring the shower room, his arms folded across his chest. There is very little privacy aboard this ship; they’ve barred and bolted the doors to stop any of their brothers wandering by and wanting to take a turn.

“Why not?”

Shrike adjusts his hold, compensating for the change in tempo, cupping the back of your head with something that could be mistaken for tenderness — if he wasn’t fucking your throat with the trivial abandon of one who would continue even if you were to black out. Knowing Shrike, he’d probably prefer it if you did, the monumental pervert.

“Because you said to tell her to say that you’re the biggest she’s ever had. That’s not true.’

“It — it doesn’t matter if it’s true,” Vanatas snaps, working his hips in tiny little circles, grinding the head of his cock up against the fleshy entrance to your womb. You squeal in pain — or, at least, try to. The sound emerges as a gargled mess as Shrike strokes your throat, practically jerking himself off through the stretched-tight skin.

“But it isn’t. And I’m going to have her after you, and I was planning on having her say that, and that —“ Zakyr sounds a little smug now, his boyish face curling into a smirk. “—that would be true.”

It would be. Vanatas refuses to admit that. Zakyr is freakishly large, even for an Astartes. Clearly, the geneseed he was given took all the energy it spared on developing brain cells and converted it into height and bulk.

“Doesn’t matter,” Shrike opines. “Just - just let it drop. Fuck, she’s got such a tight throat — I’m going to make her swallow it all — tell her that, Zak. Tell her she’s going to swallow all my cum and then — then never get any rations again, she’s only going to eat what she can suck out of my balls, so if she wants to live she’ll do a damn good job.”

Both Vanatas and Zakyr exchange a look that is half revolted and half impressed. Shrike may seem somewhat straightforward — see problem, shoot problem, problem gone — but he has an unexpectedly fascinating imagination.

“Could we do that?” Zakyr says, as Vanatas begins to thrust once more — he can’t not, even when his brothers irk him so. You’re all warm and soft and tight, the best thing he thinks he’s ever been inside, and all he wants to do is hump deeper, and faster, and harder, until his seed is leaking out of your cunt and swelling your belly. You cry out — this time the sound is unruffled, since Shrike has pulled out, and is smearing his prick all over your face, glossing your skin with your spittle and his pre-cum.

“I — I think so —“ Shrike pants, clearly drawing close to climax. “Say it to her Zak, say it, tell her that she’s just a — a cocksleeve who‘ll live, breathe and drink my cum — “

“Our cum,” Vanatas corrects, still just a little sore about Zakyr’s refusal. He’s not officially the leader, but damn it he’s the oldest, and you were his idea! Mostly.

“—our cum, I don’t give a shit — tell her Zak —“

Zakyr translates hurriedly, either out of the goodness of his own heart, or — more likely — because he finds the sound of his brother panting his name in a needy pre-orgasm whine disconcerting. You sob, hard and broken, choking on your own spit, the angle making it hard for you to gulp in air, even without Shrike’s cock rammed down your throat.

Vanatas’ Gothic is abysmal, but he understands a few words. Enough to know what you are whimpering:

“Please, please, please — please stop —“

By the False Emperor’s left ballsack, it’s the sweetest thing he’s heard in an age. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your soft sobbing, or your adorable hapless pleas, or the prey-animal fear in your eyes. He buries himself in deep — you wail in agony — and cums so hard he sees stars, your tight cunt milking every last scrap of cum, welcoming him in deep. Almost at the same time, Shrike finishes, painting your face and throat white, his hand sliding back and forth over his shaft to make sure that you’re thoroughly covered. It clings to your eyelashes, mixes with your tears, hangs in glutinous strands over your lips.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Shrike pants, grinning down at you. One hand still cupping your head, supporting you, he starts to scoop his seed onto your panting mouth. “Clean up. There’s a good girl. Zakyr? Tell her that. Tell her she’s a good girl.”

“No, tell her she’s a worthless little slut for the legion, and she’s going to spend her days chained to my bed with her arse in the air,” Vanatas snaps, still wedged inside you. You’re tight enough around his cock to keep him buried inside, plugging his seed into you, where it belongs. He can feel himself stirring, already getting ready for another round — you feel it too, his cock starting to stiffen, and you wail in despair — a sound swiftly turned into wet gagging as Shrike coats his fingers in his own cum and rams them into your throat.

“Nice nutritious meal for the little fledgeling,” he says, with a dopey smile. “That’s all you’re getting, isn’t it? I’ll starve you until your red heart beats through your skin, yes I will, and you’ll beg me for it, open mouthed like the itty bitty baby bird you are —“

Zakyr isn’t translating anymore. Instead he gestures impatiently to his own lap.

“My turn. Bring her here.”

Both Vanatas and Shrike glower at him.

“Lazy bastard,” Vanatas grumbles, but he still obeys: lifting you up so you’re nestled against his chest, his cock still inside. Shrike presses closer, unwilling to stop his new favourite hobby of finger-feeding you his ejaculate. You lick at his fingers with mindless, fucked-out obedience, sucking at the webbing between them. Shrike coos.

“So cute. She’s going to look so cute all chained up in my bedroom —“

“My bedroom,” Vanatas growls, with a little half-thrust between your thighs, working his hardening cock through his own cum. It squelches obscenely and you utter another miserable wail.

Zakyr shows his teeth. “Bring her here now.” The change in tone — from his usual amiable chatter, to the growling harmonics of an angry Astartes — has Vanatas reaching for a weapon that isn’t there. He recovers swiftly, however, scooping you up off his prick — you sob, and Shrike whines as you’re taken away from his probing fingers — and unceremoniously dropping you onto Zakyr’s lap. He notes, with no small amount of satisfaction, that you’re dripping his cum all over Zakyr’s thighs.

Zakyr doesn’t seem to notice, however, or he does not care. He kisses your cheek, nuzzling at your neck, running his tongue over the bite-marks that Vanatas and Shrike have already left. There’s barely a space on your throat that isn’t garlanded with black-purple bruising, where they sucked and nipped and licked. Zakyr finds a just-healing wound and works it open with his tongue, his throat bobbing as he suckles, humming contentedly at the taste of your blood.

“Delicious,” he sighs, in Gothic. “Delicious little mortal. We’re going to eat you up, my brothers and I. But don’t worry. You won’t die. We won’t let you die.”

Vanatas has no idea what Zakyr is saying, but whatever it is seems to sink right to your marrow and break something deep inside. You start to sob, tears struggling past the gobbets of cum on your face. Zakyr smiles like a wolf, and forces your legs over his lap, angling his cock upwards with one hand.

“Sit on it,” he says. “I want to watch you put it in.”

Your little shoulders shake with another sob as you take his cock in hand and awkwardly shuffle over it. Your cunt is already stretched and sore, but it clearly pains you to take Zakyr — you whimper and hiccup, and all the while Zakyr just watches you, smiling. He doesn’t make a move to help you as you wriggle your hips, brace yourself, and sink down. You cry out, and he hums satisfaction.

“The rest now. Get it all in there, or I’ll flay your skin in strips. Don’t think I won’t.”

You take another deep, fortifying breath, perched up on the balls of your feet, looking for all the world like a nervous little songbird — and then you drop down, forcing him deeper into your guts, your hands grasping at your own sides, simply for something to cling to. Zakyr leans back, folds his arms behind his head, resting against the wall. Enjoying the view.

“Faster, fledgeling. Deeper. You’re going to learn to please me eventually, you should start now.”

Wondering if Shrike is having a hissy-fit over the use of the nickname he thought up, Vanatas looks sidelong at his brother — only to see that the other Astartes has taken himself in hand, and is stroking his cock to the sight of you trying your best to get Zakyr’s cock inside you.

“What?” Shrike says, completely unashamed.

Vanatas considers, then decides that it really isn’t the worst thing that he’s done in the presence of his brothers, and copies Shrike. His hand is slick with your juices and his cum, and the smell is intoxicating. Sweet, musky, terrified, helpless, hopeless —

You’re riding Zakyr in earnest now, your thighs tense and straining, your palms resting on his chest for support. Tears drip freely down your face and Zakyr thumbs them away — carefully avoiding the remnants of Shrike’s climax — and licks them up.

“Good girl — tight, sweet little mortal —“

In his excitement, he’s started to lapse back into his native tongue. His black eyes are bright and unhinged with glee. You sob openly, and suddenly collapse into his lap, your strength failing you.

“I can’t,” you say. “I can’t, it hurts, I can’t — “

“You can’t? Can’t ride me anymore? Lazy little piece of cunt, — just as well I’m in a good mood.”

He scoops you up by the hips and starts bouncing you on his cock, ragdolling you — each thrust forces out more of Vanatas’s spend, frothing pink around your thighs, mingling with where one (or all) of them have torn you, made you bleed. Vanatas’ mouth waters at the sight. When Zakyr is done, he’ll bury himself back in there, make sure that he fills you back up —

The slap of flesh on flesh is almost loud enough to drown out your desperate sobbing and your half-swallowed cries. When Zakyr cums, it’s with an intensity that takes even him by surprise; his eyes widen, and you wail. Shrike, moving with a speed rarely seen out of combat, steps over, grabs your hair, and forces your head backwards, the spongy head of his cock wedging into your mouth just as he finishes. You have no choice but to swallow, even if half of his cum ends up spilling out, down onto your chest.

Zakyr groans, sinking his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. Blood spills between his fangs at once, and he drinks greedily for a moment, before pulling back to lick the wound clean.

Shrike presses his forehead to thr crown of your head, panting for breath.

Vanatas clears his throat delicately.

“My turn,” he says

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!

[haunted-xander]

Well, I guess you didn't have much of a choice either

[frnk-is-dead]

the biggest cupcakes on the tour

The Linkin Park fans at Pro Rev seeing Gee and Frank rubbing each other on stage:

[chloesimaginationthings]

If Vanny is in the digital circus.. where’s Pomni?

[waterthatsmoe]

"Do you regret it?"

"It's for the best."

"Do you miss them?"

"I'll never forget this ache for the rest of my life."

Part 4 [end] | Part 3 [prev]

[tortoisebore]

something something “heaven” by mitski etc etc

details below the cut but they’re not hq bc i made this before i figured out canvas sizes on procreate lmfaooo

[junkissed]

not to be insane but i manifested this guys

need to ride jun's abs so bad this isn't funny anymore . 💤

i soooo get you but also... what if you were riding jun's cock and right before you're about to cum he lifts your hips off of him and ruins your orgasm and instead makes you ride his abs and you have to cum from that before he'll let you have his cock again. honestly i think he would be just as into ab riding as you are, if not more (and trust me i am very into ab riding). it gives him a rush knowing you can easily get off merely by grinding against his stomach. he would hold onto your hips so tightly and drag your pussy back and forth, making sure your clit touches every single ridge of his toned abs. he would tense the muscles so it would give you something nice and hard to grind against and the entire time he would be praising you at how well you ride him (but also at the same time lowkey bragging about how good his abs are; we've seen his lives lolol and we know he loves to tease us about his abs). "does that feel good, sweetheart? which do you like more, riding my abs or riding my cock? silly question- i know it's a tough choice, baby. you want both. and i'll let you have both, if you keep being such a good girl and cum all over my abs. then you can have my cock, hm?" and then when you do finally cum, he'd make you move so you can see the trail of wetness you've left all over his body and he'd coo about how you're always so wet and beautiful and desperate for him. and only then he would let you ride his cock again

[remxedmoon]

i got it!

(og panels below!!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIFFRIN!!! <- i say, scheduling this to post at midnight september 2nd. it’s his birthday somewhere!! and also loops birthday but look i had a deadline here. don’t ask why This of all things is their birthday art. i make normal choices!!!

also. somehow this entire thing only took 4 and a half hours??? insanity. i literally started this Today. thats how it Gets Me i suppose. anyways!!!! here’s the og panels!! no colored version this time, i didn’t think it’d fit the scene. also i didn’t want to render 3 colored panels.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Hate (affectionate) how it's made so clear from the very beginning of part 1 just how loved Paul is by his family and household. Both his parents, Duncan, Gurney, Thufir, even Dr Yueh all clearly care so deeply for this kid, and we're shown that time and time again.

Cut to the end of part two, and almost every one of those people is gone. The only ones who remain are a weird, came-back-wrong version of Jessica, and Gurney who has gone from mentor to worshipper. Paul goes from someone deeply loved and valued for who he is by a small but caring group of people - to someone followed and worshipped and feared by thousands. They're obsessed with him in a way, as a leader and "messiah", but nobody loves him.

The only one remaining who loves him for who he is is Chani, who leaves him because in the end that love isn't enough to bring who he is back.

[gasstationpopcorn]

twelve bokris ao3 fic recs

sorted by rating

bathtub spirits by ljubitelj-sonca (t, words: 9,156)

pezzi di paradiso by juliabaggins (t, words: 3,757)

there's something in the static (i think i've been having revelations) by vanvanvanvan (t, words: 16,804)

the fated thought of you by xianvar (m, words: 6,632)

without you without them by machinedarling (orphan_account) (m, words: 7,019, abandoned?) poly

15 times someone thought bokris hated each other and 18 times they realized it was another emotion entirely by calli_thaala (m, words: 35,712)

all the love that I ever needed by juliabaggins (e, words: 10,472)

save the pet names (just call me yours) by jugendstilfassaden (e, 44,164)

julia's soft damon/kris/bojan universe by juliabaggins (e, words: a lot) poly

nočem bit srečen (hočem bit s tabo) by sameplaceandtime (e, words: 10,203)

u men je že dost upanja by messybrainstorming (e, words: 43,613)

quietly (running out of breath) by 1236 (e, words: 6,510)

obligatory mentions that i'm guessing everyone already knows: holidate and sequels by fruitybashir & sizzlingsheepcheesecake's catalogue

on the twelfth day of christmas, my true love sent to me twelve bokris ao3 fic recs

sorted by rating

interregnum by nothing_rhymes_with_orange (gen, words: 1,490)

that song doesn't have distortion by honey_and_venom (t, words: 12,194)

ssf constructions by zojassparkle (t, words: 27,046 so far, there’s one chapter left) this fic is literally everything to me. 

wanna be missed (like every night) by raganalightwood (t, words: 1,042). Fish.

dobr vem, da je v glavi vse obrnjeno by mogoče-nocoj (kittiv) (t, words: 6,141)

last christmas i gave you my heart by juliabaggins (t, words: 19,399 so far, wip)

gold rush by stardustedstories (m, words: 4,651)

vzemi me, jaz se predam by anonymous (e, words: 2,341)

three's company by nothing_rhymes_with_orange (e, words: 2,411)

be careful what you wish for by anonymous (e, words: 9,627)

been deprived (so wanna get it going?) by 1236 (e, words: 14,188)

the space between by sameplaceandtime (e, words: 4,903), and a whole library by sameplaceandtime. 

obligatory mentions that i'm guessing everyone already know

kmtoz!saga & vse kar vem!verse by anonymous 

zoja’s jo archive (be my baby & sequels) by zojassparkle