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[rainybearstudio]

It was awful, being at war with you.

I missed you too, daft prince.

The Leviathan Trilogy by Scott Westerfeld

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[theladysherlock]

Bovril began to rap out Morse code on the frame of the bed. Alek shushed the beast.

Bovril knows Morse Code?? AND Semaphore??

Granted there's a line that says it can't spell things, so it can say the letters but it can't string them into a word, but also the creature is barely a month and a half old. Give it two years and that little guy is gonna be writing memos on a typewriter.

[jessaerys]

i also learned that my little sister, aged uhhh 27, still lives with my parents and works casual hours at their business lmao 💀 we don't talk but she must be fighting for her life in her own vc andrews ass arrested development situationship with my parents

[louisegluckpdf]

[wistfulwisp]

What's a compliment you've never forgotten?

I remember very vividly when I worked at a deli in a grocery store, it was my first job. And I was sitting outside with one of the older pharmacy people, because most of my co-workers were older, and him and I were good friends. We’d talk about books and the world, and this day was no different. And then suddenly, he turned to me and said “I hope you never lose that, you know.” And I said “what, my love of reading?” And he said “No, your love of life”.

[chlothecottagewitch]

I had never seen a video of a slow loris before, they are so freaking adorable. Look at those EYES. And those HANDS.

[secondhanddragon]

Re: Rauru

Okay, I suddenly have a question. It's not too terribly important, but ya know, I have a problem with questions unanswered.

You know Rauru, Tears of the Kingdom version, right?

Do you think that handsome motherfucker qualifies as a dragon, or is he too much of other things to count? He looks like a dragon to me, but also... a goat. And a rabbit. But he's regal and carries himself with this majesty air, which is like a dragon.

Is he a dragon in your perspicacious, learned opinion?

That's actually a good question, I'm of the opinion that anything can be considered a dragon by technicality if you try hard enough about it. like, no he's not a classic traditional dragon of any sort, but if one were to call him a dragon it wouldn't be inaccurate in my opinion.

I think though, he doesn't count as a dragon because he already is his own species (zonai) though he could be a dragon in metaphor or heart

the way one looks isn't a determination of if one is a dragon. the traits you've mentioned, think of chinese dragons, that are composed of many animal traits just the way Rauru is as well (head of a camel, horns of a deer, eyes of a demon, ears of a bull, neck of a snake, belly of a clam, scales of a carp, claws of an eagle, and paws of a tiger)

There's also the topic of secret stones being specifically a zonai thing,

and the draconification process, while it can happen to anyone who eats a secret stone (e.g. zelda), the stones are generally used exclusively by zonai, and thus, such a process is inherently a zonai thing. which ends up tying them quite closely to dragons.

Seeing as all of them can turn into dragons via this process, I'd conclude that a draconic energy resides not only in Rauru and the other zonai, but in all hylians as well, which is unlocked via the consumption of a secret stone

tldr: everyone in hyrule is actually secretly a dragon >:)

[dogheadmulecollab]

[animeweeb115]

[enviedear]

JASON TODD and the way it’s so easy, almost too easy, for him to listen to you. your voice reminds him of all the best melodies—soothing—as though a lulling tune. he thinks that, beyond your eyes, bright and vibrant as they, you hold all the notable knowledge in the world. you’re perspicacious in a way he yearns for.

he longs to know all of you, inside and out. he pines after the idea of knowing you better than you know yourself. jason wants to listen to you forever and work out every detail he can possibly gather. take them all and delicately weave them together. a permanent in his mind.

[jks1uv]

𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 ; re 4 remake leon kennedy | one-shot |

summary: you think leon is an angel sent from heaven just for you, he thinks it’s the other way around.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x re4remake!bf!leon kennedy.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance + angst (if you squint).

warnings‼️: crude language + suggestive (they make-out).

word count: 810.

random disclaimerrr: devs = gods. inspired by an ai-generated tiktok audio of leon’s voice saying “you seem uncomfortable. do i make you nervous, baby?” TONGUE SHAKING EMOTE 😛😍😝 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

you’re a perspicacious woman, sensitive to other people’s energy.

your type in men and standards of living and romance are things you don’t won’t compromise upon.

because of your cautious nature, you’ve dodged some bullets. whether they be in potential friends or potential romantic relationships with men.

others call that picky but for you, it’s just liking what you like.

for the first time in a long time, the devs are on your side.

he approached you with the charm of an awkward yet intriguing stranger. he cracked a dad joke that made the corners of your lips quirk up just a bit and when he said, “tough crowd”, he won you over.

you gave him a chance and he took it.

he’s different you thought.

he’s tall; 5’11, a little over 6 feet with combat boots on and has soft, dirty blonde strands of silk for hair. his eyes remind you a cool glacier, the icy blue a stark contrast to his sandy, warm toned skin.

and his biceps, goddamn.

the sight of his arms and back, clothed or not leaves you breathless.

but it’s his smirk, that makes you weak. it makes you giddy inside like a schoolgirl and it’s just for you.

he’s so sweet, so considerate of you.

you want to go get some food? okay, he can eat. he’ll be there to take you and pay, his excuse being “a gentleman never lets a lady pay on a date.”.

got a flat tire? No worries! he knows a thing or two (many, actually) about cars. free of charge, except maybe a kiss or two.

he’s also such a gentleman.

always there to open any and every door for you, always pulls out a chair or waits for you to sit down before sitting down.

he never raises his voice at you, always a gentle tone and soft-spoken; even in arguments which also happen to be a rare occurrence.

when you’re wrong, he calls you out on it without having to fight. he’ll graciously accept his fault and will silently vow to never do it again, and he fulfills it.

he buys you flowers invariably. Including “just because” flowers!

being showered with affection everyday has a tendency for it to get old, you say that’s for superficial people.

you never get tired of leon’s attention because it’s he never gets tired of you.

your friends are impressed, with you and him.

“where the fuck did you find him?!”

“how is he so well-behaved?”

“it’s about damn time you got a man!”

it was that last comment that made you evaluate your relationship.

how did you find someone so perfect?

leon answers that with ease. “you’re you and i’m me.”

you snort. “what does that mean?”

he looks at you. “i get to be the best version of myself because you’re yourself around me.”

you’re taken aback.

the sofa you’re occupying turns into a soft cloud and you’re floating in the sky.

they’re words, so simple to him. you believe in the concept of being with someone on your level, but you learn so much from him.

in terms of emotional maturity and growth, he’s taught you things school and socializing hasn’t.

he’s a cop, a government official who has a beyond well paying job. he’s been awarded with a medal for fucks sake.

you think a man of such stature would be with a woman of equal ability but he denies that notion.

“you’re it for me.” he murmurs.

his hands find your hips and they squeeze affectionately. he gently lifts you into his lap and you smile as he noses your throat.

leon presses a kiss to your jaw, lips and temple.

“i really, really like you.” you whisper.

the “L word” will take some time to say but leon knows it’s what he feels for you.

“i really, really like you too.” his voice liquid honey and you find yourself wanting to drink it all.

you kiss him like it’ll be the last time.

your heart sounds like thunder in your ears. your hands delicately hold his face and he kisses you back with equal fervor.

his body is between your knees and you’re in his lap.

his hands slide up and down your thighs, feeling the goosebumps that prick your skin.

you pull away for air and he plants soft kisses down your neck, your head tips back in dizziness.

your lips tingle from the pleasant assault and your hands are on his shoulders, your fingernails pressing down on the muscle.

he presses one last kiss to your collarbone and you feel warm, quick breaths hit your neck.

“angel.” he mutters against your lips.

“that’s new.” you manage to slip out between your stuttering breaths.

“it’s true.” he wittily replies.

you’re bashful under his heavy gaze but it’s shining with adoration for you.

[dduane]

James Nicoll wrote, "You know how almost every author has a book so awful they repudiated it? Survivor is Butler’s. Because she wouldn’t allow it to be reprinted, my tatty paperback is worth an astonishing amount."

I'm merely curious: if you don't mind answering, do you have one?

I don't.

One of the advantages to having a really perspicacious literary agent is that when you hand them a book (preparatory to turning it in to your editor), if something's seriously wrong with it, they'll do all they can to stop you turning it in until you've fixed whatever's wrong.

That's never a place I've been, thank Thoth. (Not that I don't trust my agent to catch me, should I wind up in such a spot. He and I have been together longer than I've been married to @petermorwood... and that's saying something.)

Have I ever had a book that I wished I'd written better?

Every. Damn. Day. But that's the writer's burden.

Have I ever had a screenplay I wanted to take my name off (if that's how we're classifying "repudiation" at the moment)? Yeah, sure. It then got submitted for Emmy nomination. What can you do. (helpless shrug) :)

HTH.

[theambitiouswoman]

100 Words You Can Incorporate Into Your Speech To Sound More Elegant ✨

(Common word - Alternate variation)

Beautiful - Exquisite

Happy - Ecstatic

Smart - Intelligent

Big - Enormous

Small - Petite

Good - Excellent

Bad - Deplorable

Nice - Gracious

Tired - Fatigued

Old - Ancient

Rich - Affluent

Poor - Impoverished

Happy - Joyful

Sad - Melancholic

Hot - Sweltering

Cold - Frigid

Busy - Prolific

Loud - Vociferous

Easy - Effortless

Difficult - Arduous

Fast - Swift

Slow - Languid

Brave - Valiant

Funny - Witty

Rich - Opulent

Poor - Indigent

Old - Vintage

New - Novel

Strong - Robust

Weak - Feeble

Pretty - Alluring

Ugly - Unattractive

Clean - Immaculate

Dirty - Sullied

Happy - Jubilant

Sad - Despondent

Young - Youthful

Old - Antiquated

Big - Colossal

Small - Minuscule

Fast - Rapid

Slow - Sluggish

Brave - Fearless

Funny - Hilarious

Clean - Pristine

Dirty - Filthy

Strong - Stalwart

Weak - Debilitated

Happy - Content

Sad - Poignant

Confusing - Perplexing

Typical - Quintessential

Many - Myriad

Everywhere - Ubiquitous

Contradictory - Paradoxical

Showy - Ostentatious

Insightful - Perspicacious

Arrogant - Supercilious

Obscure - Esoteric

Flatterer - Sycophant

Favorable - Auspicious

Joking - Facetious

Indescribable - Ineffable

Wordy - Verbose

Respected - Venerable

Worsen - Exacerbate

Short lived - Ephemeral

Help - Facilitate

Sneaky - Insidious

Confuse - Obfuscate

Begin - Commence

End - Terminate

Start - Inaugurate

Get - Obtain

Give - Bestow

Make - Fabricate

Break - Shatter

Fix - Rectify

Use - Utilize

Look - Gaze

Find - Discover

Tell - Narrate

Ask - Inquire

Leave - Depart

Buy - Procure

Show - Exhibit

Think - Contemplate

Put - Position

Need - Require

Stop - Halt

Talk - Communicate

Like - Adore

Help - Assist

Call - Summon

See - Perceive

Tell - Enunciate

Go - Traverse

Tell - Express

Have - Possess

Feel - Experience

[6ixtoru]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

nsfw! k. nanami x fem! reader // w.c. 1.7k // g.mlist

synopsis: a rejected job application to be his PA places nanami kento on the short end of the stick as the dejected applicant, not only endorses his opponent, geto suguru, but melts his stoic demeanour; their discreet hookups able to taint nanami's pristine reputation in the world of impactful falsehood aka politics.

a/n: Not my best work. Forgive me if there are any mistakes, I only proof read this once - _ -

Liaising with his opponent's valuable, composed assistant would be pretty scandalous. This scenario would remain hypothetical so long as nobody discovered Nanami Kento, a venerable political presence competing for supervision over Tokyo’s jurisdiction, his ascendancy to improve the nation’s societal aspects appearing promising, and his intrigue with a woman employed on the opposing team, whom he detested with equal measure.  

Both he and the female he’d abruptly grown infatuated with obsessed over Japan's mishaps, formulating instantaneous solutions to endless predicaments, exhibited as a modern form of salvation for a densely populated herd destitute of direction; hence why the current election.

Despite being eulogised as the perfect candidate on numerous front-pages and receiving endless commend from other influential figures, Geto Suguru and his extremist views were nipping at Nanami’s tail, and with Geto’s perspicacious personal assistant bestowed both convenient attractiveness and ingenuous that stood out compared to other employees, specifically other male’s as the career path inclined toward that gender domineering the profession; Nanami wouldn’t be surprised if citizens elected his rival solely based on L/n Y/n being present.

He abhorred her accomplishments with evident discontent; however, each loathe was contended with an internal admiration as below that surfaced a more profound regret whenever he recalled flipping over her resume with a curt ‘next’, belittling her potential as his dismissiveness had betrayed him.

As of currently, Nanami was fervent in the notion of being severely seared by L/n Y/n’s eruption of heinous flames as every occurrence containing witty disputes between the astute representatives seethed pleasurably against his warm skin clothed with pricey threads; his opulent suits constructed from classic patterns clocked the metaphorical whips her sly remarks lashed against his tanned figure - an intimately controversial confession that he intended to remain sealed within his filthy mental vault.

Promiscuous drops of persuasion flickered at the end of each of her calculated talks, especially when she led central meetings, proposing numerous compromises he could consider during the scheduled period etched to occur at specific times, which always ran for longer due to the topics being labelled as paramount.

Nanami was not an oblivious airhead, acknowledging the taunting lilt in her tone when her audaciousness addressed him directly and fixated a spotlight on him to test his poise and agility to concoct an answer. Lower ranks either observed in awe of his intelligence/professionalism or envied him for being selected to engage with L/n, a seductive woman who was well aware of how to balance her femininity and diabolical tongue in a male-dominated field.

Her sophisticated mannerisms were partly a diversion to distract from her internal urges, which, when she’d first acted upon, immediately tossed her high prolific job of working directly under Geto Suguru, a broad man with goals to eradicate and start a new, on the line. However, knowing it required two to tango erased the anxiety of unemployment and wrecked public image as, fortunately, a blonde and lean male had just as much on the line they’d both risked to prance across.

An authoritative male who prioritised his occupation before any other relations of pleasure was prepared to dissemble his eminent reputation for some irresponsible pleasure as if he were undergoing adolescence once again, their altercations extremely perilous but an enthralling venture nevertheless.

This progression of secretive screwing was the one thing Nanami held such certainty for. The penalty they'd receive if caught amidst their rendezvouses within business hours, or any hours at all, was critical.

Nanami’s sturdy build dangerously whined, practically yearning to be seized in his current predicament of being caged between his mahogany desk with his beige slacks pooled around his ankles and a parted mouth belonging to an ally of his enemy.

"Your reputation is on the line. If caught, it floods down the drain," She murmured an obvious reminder, doe eyes that were peering up a contradiction to her air of haughtiness whilst she leisurely trailed her soothing palms up his bare thighs, applying more pressure the further she advanced.

Purposely, she heaved deliberate huffs against his swollen tip that nudged her bottom lip a few times, minuscule froths embedding into the micro crevices dispersed amongst the pouty cushions of sensual mouth, disrupting his momentary envision that depicted her as a sinner awaiting repentance, entertaining the myth she was an entity of divinity with a seraphic grin, when in reality she was a diabolic persona enabled with virulent thorns he’d present his palms prepared to bleed from.

"So is yours,” He retorted pointedly, “Yet you accepted my offer and are now down on your knees with an awaiting mouth.".

She mulled over his response with a subtle tilt of her head with feigned innocence. It was aggravating to witness her cunning attributes aid her in manoeuvring the conversation to play out in her favour, the ability to have him wanton and yearn for the enemy’s bliss. He would have concluded, ‘How diabolical for a being to be created such as herself’, had she not been so foolishly compelling to encounter.

"I suppose – but answer me this, Sir,” She examined his grounded jaw, minimising the distance between herself and his cock she had generated, his genitalia truthfully invigorated by her detestable antics as she discarded a gentle chaste kiss to his rosy tip. “If I were to walk away right now, would you be frustrated, or would I?".

Guileful riddles fractured Nanami’s glacial façade, his portrait powdered by the stereotypical colourant related to Cupid, confounded by characteristics he would have never predicted from their initial encounter.

"Don't act coy so suddenly," He hissed as he wound her silk tresses around his callous knuckles, a purposive yank on her strands.

Taunting snickers congested the void of his secluded office, his workspace littered with necessities but only two presences.

"An act? You know that's just how I am. Seeing the corruption of patience under my presence is mouthwatering." She innocently purred.

"Well, since it’s obvious that your mouth is good at talking," Nanami permitted his head to loll slightly, the deplorable urgency to endure the paradisiacal perimeters of her mischievous tongue curled around him excruciatingly evident.

Trickles of translucent gooeyness melded atop her lone tastebuds that craved an alternative substance to substitute the typical vocabulary clinging to her tongue’s guards that’d leech onto air particles beyond the cage of her canines.

“Be a good assistant and show me it’s just as good as making me cum.”.

“Is that you admitting you need me?” She enquired, and her calculated touch subbed for the lack of her oral talent, enveloped digits stroking at a leisurely rate, which evoked perspiration down his tensed nape as the damp beads permeated his unbuttoned collar whilst his abdominal region clenched in response to the confines of Satan’s playground sown into the routes of her palms that metaphorically sear his stoic member following every languid caress.  

Nanami could only lovingly shush her when a hefty sigh deflated his shoulders burdened with Tokyo’s worldly obstacles once she finally concluded her reign of tantalising torment by utilising her warm appendage to barely douse his erection with a developed lather of saliva, his stature perched against the support of his sturdy desk relied on further as her motions provided respite for her previous behaviour, alleviating the throbbing ache.

Momentarily screwing his vision closed, he rasped at the abrupt, overwhelming sensation of having his dick trapped between the narrow enclosure of her throat. His eyes widened, and he saw her almost gag but sneak a resolute glance.

The male threaded with tresses of spun aureate, each strand filaments from the incandesce sphere soon to exchange with its crescent counter-part, stretched out her mouth in a manner unlike ever before; however, she refused to let that specific factor refrain him from foregoing the vibrations of her hums, moaning both his moniker and other lovey titles with lewd undertones.

"You're doing so well, Sweetheart," He mumbled, her manicured nails clawing deeper into the puffy flesh of his thighs as his grip lingered atop the crown of her head, questioning whether the two peaks peeping out her cascading locks were hallucinatory or attested to the infernal identity he associated her with.

His impure fascination regarding whether she would appear ethereal with one of her most beneficial assets stuffed with himself proved correct; the accuracy of the endangering sight now engrained in his mind was now one he couldn’t bring himself to complain about.

Meanwhile, L/n’s head bobbed skilfully, gradually embracing his enormity, bestowed protruding veins immersed in the sprawl beneath the underside of his sturdy shaft, which she awarded extra attention to. Contrastingly, Nanami tossed affectionate glorification, maintaining the mutual gaze with the powerful woman who ensured he spectated her ruthless ministrations as she gagged when he twitched against the back of her throat, almost stupefied from the musky yet sweet taste.

Contrarily, the brutality behind his intentional thrusts enlivened her libido as longing brewed between her thighs suffocated by the stitching of her charcoal pencil skirt; the urge to relieve the ache by canting into her palm blockaded by her selection of apparel.

“There we go, be good to me, Love,” Nanami lowly pleaded, noticing dampness sting the seams of her ardent sight, which beamed at his indications he was nearing his erotic demise; his groans gravely as he attempted to resist in order to utilise her bewitching visage for as long as possible – but to no avail as Nanami stilled, propelling her delicately-carved nose into his pubic region with a chocked moan whilst a tepid, salty onslaught dripping with gratification scorched her sore throat.

"God dammit," He heaved with an orotund tone before an airy chuckle, somewhat musing at their circumstances before solemnity breached his utopia.

“You know…” He leaned down, placing a feathery peck atop her lips before helping her to his feet, lean arms secured around her sultry waist as she seized his funky tie, warm breath greeting his as a grunt of discomfort escaped his mouth from being abruptly hunched over. “I regret not giving you a chance. Having someone of your expertise would be good for my team.”.

“So I can imagine, but…”

He gawked with evident surprise; a malice simper carved by the devil ghosted her plump lips tainted with the aftermath of their illicit interaction.

"I’d still vote for Geto Suguru.”.

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[wistfulwisp]

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