#probably flops

[helloimamistake]

Entrapta and her emo science boyfriend as patty and simon (dinner in America) i guess..?

[cozymochi]

certified Deuce moment that definitely happened [ x ]

Ko-fi

[discarded-replica]

Ninja! :3

New ninja

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[tolbyccia]

some sort of creature

[mysterycubes]

This one really popped off on Twitter for some reason

[screechingzephyrr]

sherlock and john are insane because. like. nobody else can ever really come close to their relationship. they cant replace each other with anyone. no matter how much john loved mary, she couldn’t stop his nightmares. and sherlock turned to drugs as soon as john faded out of his life. no matter if sherlock ever had any feelings for molly, she just isn’t the same as john’s presence on cases. they need each other. they’re soulmates. i would feel bad for anybody else trying to have a relationship with either one, because they are so completely obsessed with each other. john killed for him after knowing him for a single day. sherlock opened up for him and him alone. they match each others freak in a way noone else can. they don’t even have to be romantic or anything. their relationship transcends everything. can anyone hear me? i know this is a given and everyone knows this but i just. yeah.

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: gn (f! bodied)! reader, aged up! ftm megumi, scissoring, looots of making out

megumi’s breaths are ragged, scarred chest rising and falling so fast and heavily. his ears and cheeks are burning hot pink as he stares with blown up eyes at the space, or rather lack-there-of, between you two. he's propped up on his elbows, fingers fiddling with the sheets beneath him.

your breathing isn't much steadier. your hands are on his thighs, holding him still and holding yourself up. both of your legs are in such a convoluted position, one that took far too long to get comfortably in. you gulp before taking megumi’s hips in your hands and bringing his weeping cunt against yours.

he gasps; it's shirll and pitchy. no one else gets to see him all disheveled and shaky like you do. you dig your nails into his hips, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle your own sounds.

you grind your pussy against his, puffy clits rubbing against one another. once. twice. three times.

there's so much slick arousal between you two, absolutely coating both of you and dripping down onto the mattress. his poor cunt is clenching around nothing as you swipe yours against it again. his legs are shaking; he’s using all his strength to stop them from trashing and ruining the intricate way they were tangled with yours.

he’s mewling out your name with blue eyes squeezed shut so tight it starts to give him a headache when the rolling of your hips becomes sloppy. he can feel your throbbing pulse against his cunt just like you can feel his and if might just be heaven.

you lean down and attach your lips with his parted ones. he kisses you back like he's starving. your humping of his pretty folds is messy and thoughtless, but every bump of your clitty against his has him moaning against your tongue.

he bucks his hips up, trying to give the driving of your hips any sense of direction, but all it does is make you moan into each other's mouths.

it's all dirty, crude—from the way your cunts squelch against another to the way you're pushing your tongue down his throat, spit spilling from your mouth onto his face—though, it's all pretty, perfect.

he’s close embarrassingly quick, and the way your lips trail from his down to his neck and collar is only amplifying the coiling in his tummy. it's far too much when you finally find some sort of rhythm, a method to get your clit to kiss his with each propulsion of yourself against him.

he grasps at your waist, digging his blunt nails into your side. he's whimpering and wailing. “shit, fuck. i-i’m gonn—” he doesn't even get his words out, opting to just buck himself against you desperately.

you just let out a little hum, sucking a pretty purple blotch into his pale skin. it's taking so much effort to balance the way you're making out with his neck and scissoring his pretty pussy, but it's all so worth it when his cunt is gushing against yours.

his squirt drips down your pussy to leak through the already sodden sheets. he's gasping out your name, eyes rolling back into his head. “thank you, thank you—ah! fuck! thank you!” he cries out.

you can't help the equal euphoria that rushes through you in tandem, thrusts against him losing any sense of meticulousness once again. your own sap joins the wreck of liquid between you before you practically collapse onto him.

he's shaking and heaving, a few salty drops wetting his heavy lashes. both your bodies are still convulsing in the aftershocks of such delight.

“you're welcome.”

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

When you see the word “rain” which Taylor song comes to mind?

[jievn]

"I need some powerful healing. Can we do a half-look?" A Piece of Your Mind (2020) "I was so tired from work today. But after seeing you, I feel recharged." Hidden Love (2023)

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: (dark lite) heir!jacaerys x afab servant!reader

cw: sweat/jace being a weirdo about it, dubcon, frottage, implied virginity loss, intentional use of minimal valyrian & i used a translator so don’t come for me, implications of jace intending to marry reader with or without their consent/reader thinking this is just sex but 💀, he didn’t say it but he would kill his family to make you queen, power imbalance (sorry y’all i just like it), wrote this at a vibrator’s pace (/j) so there are zero thoughts behind it

wc: 888 (✨🕯️)

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not translate, repost, or give ai my work

kinktober masterlist

“I am not certain about this, Jace…” You mumble, tugging at his sleeve so he’ll stop running towards his chambers. “I have to perform my duties in the kitchen, there is hardly time for this.”

Jacaerys Velaryon disarms you with a charming smile, too genuine and heartfelt to not return.

“No one will notice if I arrive at dinner a tad later than usual, there is no need to worry.”

The door is swiftly opened and shut in the blink of an eye. You find yourself gathered up in the prince’s arms and the swat to your bottom urges you to wrap your legs around his waist.

King’s Landing’s sweltering sun beats down on you from the window. Minuscule beads of sweat have already accumulated at your brow. Jacaerys hunches over you to lap them up as if he were a thirsty mutt, you can only wrinkle your nose in aversion.

“Perhaps we should allow ourselves time to get to know each other before we do this, my prince.” You attempt to convince him, upholding your mother’s belief that intimacy is to be between married folks only. It does not mean you shudder in repulsion at the thought of Jacaerys making love to you. Only that your shame will always best your lust in battle.

“Yet I feel as if I have already known you for a lifetime, issa rūklon (my flower).” He whispers, brushing a hand against the blossom he had tucked behind your ear. The pronunciation is not as confident as someone like his mother’s.

Innocent walks in the gardens with a prince were only a gateway to depravity, you suppose.

You breath hitches when his lips ghost along your collarbone. You would do well to remember that Jaceaery has the potential to be as much of a dragon as the rest of his strange kin.

Your trembling hands clutch at the prince’s bare shoulders. His clothes tossed aside with little care, all of his attention on you. To push him away or bring him closer… you are wracked with indecision.

“Shh, be calm. You are the safest you have ever been, in my arms and in my bed.” The constant repetition of possessiveness is heightened by the glint of gold in Jacaerys’s irises.

“Lift your hips for me, ābrazyrys (wife).” Your brow furrows at the unfamiliar pet name, but you pay it no mind.

Your flimsy dress glides down your body, the cheap strings tying it together are in tatters.

Jacaerys offers you no respite and instead brings both of your wrists together in one hand, pinning them to the bed over your head.

“I am still a maiden, my prince, I have never even kissed a man before.” You nervously say.

His adoring smile widens, “I know, it is the same reason I decline offers to visit the brothels. Our firsts were meant to be shared with each other.”

The soft glow of candlelight illuminates Jacaerys hovering over you, allowing the sexual tension to build. Your grip on his shoulders slackens and you weave your calloused fingers into his brown hair.

If only you knew how much it reminded Jacaerys of his mother’s wedding to Daemon, the looks they exchanged as they tied their souls together.

“We have all the time in the world.” He reassures you, despite the fact that it was obviously not true. “I’ll be gentle”.

You gasp as he cups your cheek with his free hand and gently drops his body weight onto you.

He seizes your lips in a bruising kiss that you would have previously thought him incapable of. The roughness of his tongue entangling with yours drives you to tighten your hold on his hair and pull it. Jacaerys moans at the infliction of pain and rubs his naked flesh against you. The friction of the slow movements are suddenly frustrating, you feel the oddest desire for him to move faster.

You whine in unison with him when you separate from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He licks it away with a flick of his tongue as he eyes bore into yours.

“Does that feel good, ābrazyrys (wife)? Your cunt is becoming wetter by the second.” He laughs, not cruelly, and continues grinding against your body.

“Yes…. my prince…. it feels …. so, mmm- amazing.” You struggle to reply, he was not even inside you and yet here you were bearing a striking resemblance to an animal in heat.

The sweat that your bodies produce makes the rutting sloppy, you have to frequently regain your hold on Jacaerys. His cock glides over your cunt and you throw your head back on the pillows. Something wet and sticky is smearing all over your belly every time he ruts against you.

This goes on until your body tenses up, your eyes widen and it is as if your gut clenches. Foolishly, you tug at his hair again but he just mouths ‘Yes!’ with his eyes screwed shut tightly as he keeps grinding. Your cunt pulses and a mix of white and clear fluid erupts from it and drips down to greet Jacaerys’s balls. His pace stutters then he glances down at the sight.

“Gods…. you served me a great deal. It is surely delicious, but I do hope that you are ready for me to return the favor.”

[sadmages]

Sometimes I remember i went to school to be an animator and i have the power to make my ocs dance and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes

[lavellun]

Lucy Gray Baird, Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth as the three different social contracts of the philosophers Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Thomas Hobbes and John Locke.

[fuckingmeteors]

I love getting news from tumblr bc my dash will be like:

post 1: heh trump got shot again lmao

post 2: THE BOW IS UNTIED. I REPEAT THE BOW IS UNTIED THIS IS AN EMERGENCY SITUATION EVERYONE STAY CALM

[cozymochi]

gonna be super un-ceremonial about it, but ermmmm does anyone wanna art trade or something

wowza i hit 5k followers, time to do something i rarely do but also semi indulgent because. i got in my feelings.

im offering.. … SOME KIND OF ART TRADE. A DRAWING OF YOUR OC (limit 1) OR WHATEVER YOU GOT 🫵… in what amounts to the above or something like one of these type of things i did. Draw (1) of mine, I draw yours. My art will be of the above quality give or take. Kinda like some of my category 1 commissions. But the transaction is art

I’m only offering it to 5 people (because 5k) I’ll spin a randomized wheel of the 5 people I’ll trade with.

My only entry rules are: Already be a follower, and if you want a shot, just reblog this post and mention in tags that you want in, and maybe if you want include the character you’d wanna see drawn if you get chosen (or just reply if you dont feel like doing any of that). But hey, you don’t have to (but i am only counting reblogs/replies that explicitly mention wanting to participate). This is just for organizational purposes. So no “signal boosts” please

Any other specifics of the trades will go in DMs after the fact once 5 people are chosen 😩 (if theres no answer within 1-2 days im rolling again to the next person)

THIS WILL END…. Saturday October 19th (i will shut off reblogs then). Because im a loose cannon. On that day i’ll @ or message the 5. Whichever happens first

and to my non-artist followers im sorry 😭 and to my non twst followers still left… i got characters from other fandoms we can make it work 💃

BYE

EDIT: IT’S OVER. Names haven been compiled and messages sent out 🎉.

[taskmastersource]

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