#presenting my pookie

[straws-and-sunflowers]

Everyone look at pookie.😊

[ziggizapz]

OH YEAAAHHH

[beanghostprincess]

[gunsatthaphan]

03/09/1998 - happy birthday to the king, the legend, the light of my life (and the actor that he is) 🥺

~ ⋆˙⟡ ♡˙⟡ ✨🫶🏻💘🫳🏻🐈‍⬛🍊⋆˙⟡ ♡˙⟡ ~

[devilst0at]

He’s just a friendly fellow! 🎂🌼

[purpleenma]

Did someone order a birthday cake with USS Enterprise Captain on the side? 🎂

Part of a little gift I made for my pookie @bluesngolds recent birthday 💜✨

Some nice details under the cut. And don't forget to click on the image for better quality

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

[butcher--bird]

im actually having a lot of fun drawing right now. that's fucking crazy to me after months and months of severe burnout. like yesterday? I was having so much fun I drew 2 pieces back to back. we might be so back guys

[saphhien]

I forgot to post this 😭

It says happy birthday btw

Bday gift for my pookie <33

[blamemma]

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[trash-laurry]

Day at Lover’s Lake

[dulcewrites]

For the person who asked about the myrah Rhaenyra interactions. Here is one slightly more upbeat than the first one I posted 🫶🏽. Just for a bit more variety.

The Sweetest Gift

Rhaenyra knew that look. The slight flash of panic that ran through Myrah’s eyes when Harwin asked if she wanted some wine.

“No, thank you,” she smiles politely. “I worry if I have one glass, I’ll be tempted to have another, and I’m driving tonight.”

If Rhaenyra did not know any better, she’d believe Myrah’s smiley facade. The girl saves face better than Rhaenyra ever did at that age. But Rhaenyra knows too much and has seen too much not to catch the way Myrah’s amber eyes quickly dart to the ground when Aemond is around. The way the thousand yard stare takes over at times.

“Do you think you can help me get some of the presents from upstairs,” Rhaenyra pulls her away from a conversation she was clearly zoning out from.

The two of them go upstairs to the master bedroom, the sound of talking, laughter, and Christmas music growing distant as they get farther away from the downstairs living area. She has been hesitant about hosting Christmas at their place, but the doubt always melted away when it came time for everyone to celebrate together.

A gratefulness replacing the stress of planning.

“Are the presents in the closest,” Myrah looks around for the wrapped boxes.

“How late are you,” Rhaenyra ignores her question all together. Myrah lets out a nervous laugh, before tilting her head.

“I’m sorry,” she asks, twisting her wedding ring nervously.

“Myrah, it’s me. I won’t tell anyone,” Rhaenyra sighs.

Myrah’s resolve falters and her eyes downturn like they did when they were downstairs. “Two and a half weeks.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Rhaenyra sighs before motioning for Myrah to follow her to the bathroom. She digs in the cabinets under the sink on her side of the bathroom. Rhaenyra leans back up with a side ways smile, holding out the test.

Myrah chews on her lip as she stares at it.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” she mutters. “We are trying, it’s just…”

“It’s not real until it is,” Rhaenyra finishes.

All of her pregnancies, and even the scares in between, had ranged from being intentional to earth shattering shocks. She has three boys that she would go to the ends of the Earth for, but there was still panic for each one. Especially for Jacaerys. Harwin and her had not planned out a future by that time. In fact, Joffrey was the first child they actually planned for. And that does not even account for the paralyzing fear she had about giving birth.

“I promise you will feel better taking at test, at least until you go to a doctor to be sure. Knowing something is better than knowing nothing. Trust me.”

Myrah nods slowly, taking the test from Rhaenyra.

She puffs out her cheeks as Myrah takes her time in the other part of the bathroom. Rhaenyra tries to keep herself busy, strangely becoming nervous herself. Fixing her hair before she feels the toilet flush. Myrah comes out, stick in hand, her normally glowly tawny skin looking slightly pale.

“Now we wait,” Rhaenyra looks at the box. Myrah jumps up to sit on the counter, after washing her hands. her black heels swinging above the air.

The only noise the slight thumping of the beat of Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer.

“What if I’m a bad mom,” Myrah says suddenly. “Or I give birth, and I look at the baby and feel… nothing.”

Rhaenyra shakes her head. “You have to give yourself some grace. Everyone else in the world will suddenly have an opinion on you once you become a mother, the last thing you need to do is join in on misery. Tortuous hypotheticals will do nothing but ruin an experience that should be positive for you.”

She thinks about the unsolicited opinions she got when she had Jacaerys, especially not being married at the time.

“Motherhood is hard. Raising kids is hard. You’re gonna make mistakes, maybe even bad ones. And there will be days you want to ring their necks. But, fuck Myrah, it is one of the most fulfilling, worthwhile things I could have ever done.”

The timer goes off, making them both jump.

“I can’t look,” Myrah closes her eyes

Rhaenyra peaks at the test and smiles.

“Looks like I’m going to be an aunt.”

Myrah’s eyes fly open and she looks at the test as well, then the box instructions. She lets out a shaky breath, before laughing with tears filling her eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

Rhaenyra gives her arm a soft squeeze. “You’re pregnant.”

“Rhaenyra.”

The moment is slightly ruined by Harwin calling out. Both of them rush to hide the test and box. Harwin’s footsteps become clearer, and he suddenly peaks his head through the door.

“We are about to exchange our white elephant gifts.”

“Ok,” Rhaenyra smiles. “We are coming babe.”

Harwin sticks his head back out, and his footsteps get distant. Rhaenyra and Myrah let out breathes they were holding in.

“You will be ok,” Rhaenyra grabs her hand. “Aemond is at his best around you. Plus you have your parents and sister, and us now.”

Myrah smiles and hops off the counter.

“Do you think - you don’t have to of course - but do you think you could come with me to the doctor?”

Rhaenyra feels a warmth spread through her chest

“I would love to.”

[toshidou]

Happy birthday, sweet girl! I’m so very proud of you, you know that, right? Even if things have been rough lately, you’ve still been trying your damnedest to push through. That’s all we can do, really. And when things are just a little too rough, I’m right here to pick up the pieces. I’m always here for my Lia. We’ll eat some carrot cake and marathon that blue dog you love so much, and maybe I’ll even let Simon “sneak” Riley off base to you. You deserve it all, my sweet girl.

— Captain John Price

🥹👍🏻

You really are the best, you know that? Just don't tell Si. Speaking of, he uh... May have already smuggled Riley off base...? But you didn't hear that from me!

Just hurry home so we can binge watch Bluey whilst I use both you and Simon as a human couch~

[sprontisdabest]

i have plans that i cannot share with you right now because the haters will sabotage me (i am making my best friend her birthday present)

[sunshine7queen]

@yuujispinkhair @windlullaby @thefallofruins @toji-girl-main

Don’t upset him…

[michi-chelle]

i’m officially too old for leonardo dicaprio :’o