#set it off adventures

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Beach day! I mean they live near a beach so it's one of many.

This was suppose to be for an inbox message that was ages ago. Been trying and retrying to draw this but now realized I have misunderstood it. 😅 RIP

So, like, I'm just gonna toss it here. Making characters look older is still a personal struggle, ( I am getting at it though hoho), but the eldest is 15 in this.

[starlight-eclipsed]

Candid photos never turn out well.

It's happening, everyone! We've made it to the end :D...kind of.

Legato's new outfit (+ annotations) under the cut ^-^

[iridescentoracle]

i am so obsessed with how like. taken as read the ot3 are at this point. like on the one hand it feels like they've been building up to this for ages but on the other hand it kind of feels like i blinked and we skipped right past some Major Turning Point where everything got spelled out and we're just already in firmly Established Relationship-land. obviously tarvek is too well-protected for anyone to assassinate openly, look how angry his boyfriend and girlfriend are at the idea of anyone threatening him. at this point i'm half-convinced agatha's just going to refer to her boyfriends in passing to someone else and no one's even going to comment on it until van finds out twenty pages later and immediately starts making everyone pay up

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

if you’re doing the ask game, for nthcth, what are your favourite daisy + jon buddy cop adventures?

Daisy and Jon have been to French prison because in canon, Gertrude and Gerry responded to that French bug guy, got in an argument over whether to set the building on fire, and decided to leave it be because they didn’t want to risk a run in with French authorities. So that guy lived to marry a bug.

But in nhthcth it was Jon and Daisy and they stared at the building for a very long minute before Jon said “honestly I think we should just torch this whole situation” and they did.

They got arrested.

French prison was cold. For some reason they put Jon in lady jail with Daisy. It was because Daisy gave the impression that she would bite if she was not allowed to keep Jon with her in lady jail. This was an accurate impression. Every time they tried to process Jon’s fingerprints, their computer stopped working forever. Cameras broke when they tried to photograph him. It almost caused an international incident. Elias had to get involved. Basira had to come down to try and convince them to let Daisy go but by the time they got there all the French police were scared of whatever the fuck was going on with those two and said she could have them if they promised to leave forever and never come back. They had to sign forms. Basira wanted to leave Jon there but Daisy said she’d stay in French jail if they didn’t take Jon too and Basira was secretly worried Daisy would end up with a French prison wife and their slightly toxic slow burn would be for nothing didn’t want to deal with the paper work.

The car ride home was hauntingly quiet.

So yeah Daisy and Jon are permanently banned from France. They think it’s funny.

[plugnuts]

I saw someone post their pokespe collection on here a while ago so I thought I’d post mine!!

(Can’t seem to find my dpp poster tho </3)

[fatedroses]

Zenos viator Galvus and him trying to deal with actually feeling things for once (Even if he doesn't really understand how to handle the comfort he receives from others for it)

I am also giving this man a dad that actually cares, because this brainworm have gotten me and there is no saving me from them.

[syrupmap]

And life continues...

[daguerreotyping]

Carte de visite of a pair of well-dressed gentlemen walking away arm in arm, Galashiels, Scotland, c. 1870s

[becca-e-barnes]

As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.

While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.

If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.

After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.

The tree is safe.

For now.

"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.

"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.

You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.

"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.

"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.

"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.

"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.

"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.

"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.

"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.

"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.

"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"

There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.

"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."

"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.

"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.

"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.

"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."

"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.

"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.

"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.

Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.

"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.

He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.

"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.

"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.

Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.

"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.

"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.

"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.

"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.

"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."

He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.

His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.

Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.

"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.

If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.

That feels right.

"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.

You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.

"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.

Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."

The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.

When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.

"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.

[12neonlit-stage]

STH // To Meknes, Morocco! - Sonic World Adventure My Illust for @sonicworldadventurezine !

[sysig]

Some highlights from a tense but still very Winterkov-y scene (Patreon)

[uwhe-arts]

setting off for the hike . . . | uwhe-arts

[fidgetspringer]

Our 2024 Summary of Summits!

14. May - 667m. Our regular starting summit every year.

8. June - 978m. Dogless, but still worth it for one of my favourite summits.

19. July - 947m. Came back home after 5 hours without service to find the world in chaos (Crowdstrike incident)

27. December - 667m. The latest in the year we've ever done this summit.

And an honorable mention to the two summits I DNF'd this year. Both on my to-do list, and both the only summits I attempted this year that would have been new to me.

3. August - 1318m. And 14. September - 1326m. One DNF due to weather. the other because I got sick and had to turn back two hours in. Massive bummer but we'll try again next summer.

[wonderholegifs]

It’s about the journey

[vehksfingerguns]

💝 for Val. you mentioned he’s an outfit for every situation guy, PLEASE tell me all about his outfits I need to know

I'm getting to your asks about Rathas too, but this one is easy because pictures do the heavy lifting! So to start, Val Serano in my fic is based on the custom voiced follower Skyrim mod, created by Axarien and Krimson Graey, which you can find on the nexus here. One of my favorite features of the Val mod is that he comes with a wide variety of outfits that you can unlock throughout his quest and put him in and he tragically (for my elf) looks devastating in all of them. Screenshots are credited to the homies in the Val Serano discord because they are better screenarchers than I am. His go to outfit is a long buttercream colored leather and linen, and dark blue velvet captain's frock coat. It has a reinforced glass pauldron on his right shoulder. This is what he wears most often when he and Rathas adventure together, although as I mentioned, the man has a WARDROBE!

For a more casual look, his most often go to is a teal henley under some suspenders that he pairs with some good sturdy trousers and boots. You will notice the blue theme throughout his wardrobe, because it's his favorite color: cerulean, particularly.

For sailing, he often favors a more simple look: white linen shirt, a pair of greyish brown trousers, and a belt with some of his more frequently used tools like his dwemeri compass, lotions for his rope calloused hands, etc.

He also has some other adventuring looks aside from his frock coat, such as this beautiful spellknight armor which Rathas loves him. It brings out the beautiful color of his skin, and the gold in his eyes.

And there are more still! I'll pop the rest under a cut. Heads up, there's some very lightly risque shots at the very bottom. Just torso and some bare leg, nothing scandalous...

He's also got a darker gray linen shirt that he wears with a vest.... this is more of a relic hunting outfit for him, when they're cave spelunking because Val heard about some sort of treasure he wants to go looking for...

Then there are beautiful robes that he wore when they got married at sea...

And of course, his little blue linen woven shorts, which he wears to bed and for swimming...

[fatedroses]

One single fancy man gets home and wonders why his allies are still awake so goddamn late.