#sexy stuff too

[kylermalloy]

Ghosts headcanons that didn’t make it into the fic

Vash has an Instagram, mostly for sharing beach pics and Meryl/Wolfwood shenanigans. Nai never made any social media accounts but he still visited Vash’s account regularly. One might say obsessively.

After the events of the fic, Vash maintains his Instagram, but soon has to start omitting Nai from posts, as everyone either comments that he looks like a creepy stalker, or he looks like he’s being held hostage.

Vash hooked up with multiple people after the house, but only ever girls. No one too close to his brother.

The funeral director who facilitated Rem’s service and burial—the one who appeared in Nai’s nightmare—was Dr. Conrad. After seeing how he transformed their mother, Nai went back to that funeral home in high school and asked for career advice on mortuary school.

Will, Tesla’s dead husband, is a complete OC. His name is inspired by Dr. Conrad’s, but nothing else about him. I imagined him to look like season one Leverage-era Aldis Hodge.

If Will and Tesla had lived, their marriage probably wouldn’t have lasted. They were so young, and Tes especially rushed into the relationship because it made her so happy.

Brad and Luida’s marriage started to fray even before Rem died. But when they took Vash, Nai, and Tesla in, they decided to hang on at least until the kids were grown. The three of them had lost enough parents, they figured.

During their time at the house as teenagers, Vash would often forego underwear for the day, or simply wear boxer shorts and nothing else. He’d play with himself, or just think so much about Nai that he’d get himself incredibly wet. Tesla noticed at least once and worried that he’d actually wet himself.

In the apartment Vash and Nai buy at the end, they install a big mirror opposite their bed, so they can see each other even when they’re not in a sex position facing one another.

Nai probably convinces Vash to make a sex tape at some point, which Vash acquiesces to, but is so embarrassed about it the entire time that he hides his face in Nai’s shoulder while they’re filming and has to be coaxed out.

Wolfwood has some notion of Vash’s true relationship with Nai, even if he’d never say it aloud or even admit it to himself. He doesn’t have the most normal sibling relationships himself, honestly. (Sure, he’s jerked his little brother off on occasion. What’s the big deal?)

Meryl warms to Nai a little when she sees his human composting center. He cares a lot about his work, even if he is a little…intense about it. That just must be who he is.

Vash invites friends over to their apartment at least once a week to keep Nai humble. In return, Nai gets Vash to himself an entire day every month. They don’t go out, they don’t get dressed—they spend the entire day in bed, and Nai gets to do whatever he wants.

Fic link: Ghosts of Lovers Past, Present, and Future

[simping-on-the-daily]

i will make this a thing by sheer fucking willpower if i have too

[jigglypuffgirl]

Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving, I know I did 🍗🥧🍷

[davonati]

They make love out there in the field, before David has to leave for good. It’s fast and messy, with both of their emotions running so high. Yonatan comes with the taste of David’s tears on his tongue.

He stays lying on his back in the grass until the sound of crunching footsteps finally fades away, and only realizes later that, in their utter desperation for each other, he’d forgotten to take any of the usual precautions. But by then, it’s far too late.

***

Four months later, he goes to see David at Horesh. Even in the dim light of the hideout, David looks at him oddly.

“Something’s different about you,” he muses, and Yonatan has to stop himself from reflexively clutching his belly. He’s not showing yet, not really, but he can feel the life growing inside him.

He expects David to approach him then, to explore the planes of his body as he’s done countless times before. He readies himself to tell David the truth, to finally feel the weight of this secret lift off his shoulders. But David comes no closer. He eyes him for another moment and then turns away, pulling out a large map of the Judean territories as he updates Yonatan on his group’s movements over the last few months.

It’s better this way, Yonatan decides. David has enough to worry about at the moment without concerning himself with Yonatan’s health, and there’s no guarantee that the baby will make it to term anyways: it’s not as if Yonatan is willing – or able – to confine himself to bedrest for nine months. When David returns to Giveah, Yonatan can reevaluate the situation. Most likely Yonatan will never need to reveal his mistake; best case scenario, David will have an heir to secure his lineage as he ascends to the throne.

***

Years later, as Yonatan lies bleeding out under the stars, his last thought is to wish he’d gotten the chance to tell David about their son.

[valar-did-me-wrong]

I love you Gil-galad writers but I am craving for an OC smut that is not his betrothed & I can't seem to find any 👀

(please help)

I need that huge ass man to get down & dirty with a random person.. no marital bond, no royal status (no immortality? even better!!) just absolute debauchery!

I think he deserves some dirty dirty fun & we deserve to read him having it 🙊👀🫶🏽

[mossy-rossy]

It’s called character development darling~

[xxplastic-cubexx]

king magnus skin real cute and lovely but it loses points on the account that i cant see his ass anymore

[skitskatdacat63]

Every time I read Fernando cursing in fic, I can only think about this clip and then my brain short-circuits

[triaelf9]

Yeah yeah, I know she sat down in a super cool/hot way way back when & I took too long on this, and we STILL don't know how she is and yes I'm STILL worried about her but *slams hands on table* 

 I 📢MISS 📢RYN📢 😭😭💔💔

[wishfulsketching]

Most underused character of gotham? Well that title goes to like five characters but Tabitha is one of them, for sure!

She deserved more and I love her

[leupagus]

Please enjoy this section of "A Song of Darkness and Dawn" that's at least three fics into the future (somewhere around season 8?) that I've had in my drafts for literally a year

Happy anniversary?

"Father never talked about the Rebellion," said Lady Stark after a long moment. "At least not with me. Our septa taught us about it, a bit. How King Robert made his claim to the Iron Throne in part through his grandmother, Rhaelle Targaryen. She was the younger sister to King Jaehaerys and Queen Shaera."

"You believe Daenerys's claim to be stronger than mine?" He took a breath, wondering at himself even as he said, "It may well be."

Lady Stark gaped at him. "'It may well be'?" she echoed, incredulous. "Whatever happened to 'the Iron Throne is mine by right' and 'all those who deny my claim are my enemy' and 'I alone can unite the realm'?"

"I don't sound like that," he snapped, ignoring her badly-suppressed snort. "Robert won by right of conquest more than birth, and three dragons gives Daenerys Stormborn a better claim than any bloodline. But the more I think on it..." He sighed. "I suspect that there is no such thing as king — or queen — by right. It's simply a pretty phrase for those in power to pursue what they want, at the expense of their duty to their people." He glanced at her. "What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, though her expression was odd. "I just never expected to hear such things from you."

"It's your fault, if it's anyone's."

"Really." This expression was more familiar: a glower. "I'm sure this will be interesting."

"You took Winterfell back, despite having no real claim other than the..." He cast about for the right word, "sentiment, I suppose, of the Northern lords."

It wasn't the right word, he soon discovered. "I'm a Stark," she replied hotly. "My family's held the North for thousands of years!"

"But you're not the heir to Winterfell," he pointed out. ". Daughters can inherit — but they usualy don't, not if there's a son living. And your father had three."

"None of whom want to be Warden of the North!" She looked ready to kick him. "And you yourself granted Winterfell to me—"

"And I meant it," he said, stepping back a judicious pace. "You've rebuilt the Keep and brought order back to the North, made it safe for your people. Now you're preparing them for the Great War, and I'd ask for no one better. You're doing your duty. But it was a duty you sought, and a duty that rightly belongs to someone else."

"It's a duty I'm suited to," she countered. "Just as you were suited better to be Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships than to be Lord Paramount of the Stormlands."

Stannis jabbed a finger at her. "That was completely different!"

"Only because King Robert gave Storm's End to Renly outright," she said, raising a finger in turn. "You're the one who considered it a slight, even though Dragonstone was the holdfast given to the heir to the Iron Throne, which you were, until Joffrey was born. Not only that, you were the only man Robert could have trusted to rebuild his fleet. And," she added, pushing his hand down when he tried to interject, "You would have hated being Lord of the Stormlands."

She said it with such triumphant confidence that he was left gaping at her for a moment, before hurredly pulling his hand away from hers. "I admire your confidence, my lady," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "But bear in mind that I am Lord Paramount of the Stormlands."

"Yes, and if you were there, you'd hate it," she said blithely. "You'd have to deal with people, throughout the day and every day — and not just people who do as you tell them. You'd have to listen to the complaints of smallfolk about their taxed grains, hear out disputes between two holdings that have been fighting over the same half-acre for three generations; you'd have to listen all the wheedling lords and the irascable septons and blustering tradesmen. You'd have to offer comfort to the sickly who come to you for the healing touch of their lord, attend feast days and wave and smile at the crowds, accept the flower crowns the children weave for you at the tourneys. You can't just shout. You have to care, and be shown to care. You—" Suddenly she stopped and laughed. "I wish I had a mirror right now, to show you your face."

"Flower crowns?" he asked, wincing. Shireen would look well in them, at least.

"Good thing I didn't bend the knee, Your Grace," she said, "if the mere thought of daisies wrapped around your head makes you rethink the entire enterprise. What did you think being king meant?"

[acekindaneat]

reunited again with no traces of fear, only forgiveness

week 1 for wawa month - family

[dicktat]

Halloween’s over says who? In this family we support monsters all year round. Big thanks to @killershushikk for that delicious vampire Hakon art🩸🩸🩸offer him your blood or…?

Also French dialogue translation dedicated to Kaisar love you king

[trans-axolotl]

there's a part of me that gets really scared every time it's this cold out because i remember being 16 years old outside like desperately trying to figure out where i was gonna sleep that night and how the cold just made everything fucking worse

[vii-doodles]

Im not only weak for smoke aesthics but also for tattoo sleeves help

[xxplastic-cubexx]

now one of my dreams is you drawing that post https://www.tumblr.com/xxplastic-cubexx/766473599734497280/cherik-are-the-missionary-so-we-can-keep-arguing?source=share

do not think tumblr is ready for raw cherik missionary/doggy style on the dashboard and for that we live in a dark timeline