#so this is very meh

[rmbaloncesto]

Happy 25th birthday, Luka 🌟

5× NBA All-Star (2020–2024)

4× All-NBA First Team (2020–2023)

NBA Rookie of the Year (2019)

NBA All-Rookie First Team (2019)

FIBA World Cup Top Scorer (2023)

All-FIBA World Cup Team (2023)

Olympics All-Star Team (2020)

EuroBasket champion (2017)

All-EuroBasket Team (2017)

EuroLeague champion (2018)

EuroLeague MVP (2018)

EuroLeague Final Four MVP (2018)

All-EuroLeague First Team (2018)

2× EuroLeague Rising Star (2017, 2018)

EuroLeague 2010–20 All-Decade Team (2020)

3× Liga ACB champion (2015, 2016, 2018)

Liga ACB MVP (2018)

All-Liga ACB First Team (2018)

2× Spanish King's Cup winner (2016, 2017)

[technically-human]

okay now please doodle Charles and Edwin’s wedding. Also love your art it’s so cute and loveable in a way

Sherwani for Charles and morning dress for Edwin, yay

ko-fi

And you get a little headcanon/concept

At some point during their friendship, way before Port Townsend, Charles mentioned the tradition of wearing gold at weddings. He did so in a sad sort of way, as he had seen the pictures from his parents wedding, and knew her mum had not been allowed to wear a lehenga nor many gold accessories.

Maybe, as these things are meant to bring happiness to the couple, he mentions that as a child he believed his parents marriage would have been happier if she wore those things.

Edwin starts to collect gold items. He doesn't analyze the reason, but if a case offers gold as payment? Edwin is taking it. Charles thinks nothing of it, it's just one of Edwin's quirks.

After his revelations in Port Townsend, Edwin will eventually realize a few things regarding his gold rush.

And they will have a lot of gold jewlery for their wedding day!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[mikimeiko]

The Fall of the House of Usher | Miniseries (2023), Mike Flanagan

[crtastrophic]

❗️NEW QUEST

Aquire INTRIGUING SNACK from the SUPERMARKET (200 xp)

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[taintedcigs]

also eddie being a giver and letting you wear his clothes

UGHGGRGGR I ACTUALLY HAD THOUGHTS ABT THIS... ily for this idea HEHEHEHE.

warnings: fluff, suggestive smut, stealing eddie's clothes, eddie kissing ur nipples n being a lil shit.

Eddie absolutely, absolutely loved it when you would wear anything that was his. He would always try to seem kind of annoyed about it, huffing and rolling his eyes when you stole something of his, but his mind would unravel just at the thought of you hanging around in his clothes, he would adore the way his sweatpants would look a bit baggy on you, and almost melt at the way his shirt hugged your frame, nipples pricking through the thin material, and when you topped it all with your doe-eyes and that glossy smile, he'd be on his knees.

The first thing in the morning he sees is you, slowly opening the curtains, letting that ray of sunshine hit directly at his face, making him squint.

"Morning sunshine," Your giggly voice rang in his ears as he groaned loudly, huffing while pressing the pillow directly onto his face to block the blinding sun.

"C'mon pretty boy, it's almost noon," you hummed, appearing at his side when you pulled the pillow away from his face.

He reached for the pillow back but you tutted, he was about to huff again, be a little brat, but he froze when he saw it.

His eyes widened, this was a normal occurence, yet the little shit always acted like it was the first time he saw you in his clothes. And you loved it, the attention, the dilated pupils, the whines, and the praises.

He hummed when he scanned your body, the chilly morning providing him with what he just wanted to see—nipples perked up from the slight cold, pressed against the thin material of his Hellfire Shirt, he almost groaned, hands itching to touch you.

You looked back down confused, and then your gaze met with Eddie's, eyes full of lust, amber orbs darkening, and you knew exactly what got him going, "What?" You asked teasingly.

Stunned, mouth hanging open, his eyes oggled you, in the most respectful and disrespectful way possible, you looked pretty so, so pretty but just as equally hot that he couldn't help the way his bulge strained against his boxers.

He had that adorable grin plastered onto his face, a suggestive smirk curving on his lips that made you want to smush his cheeks.

"You don't like my shirt?" You hummed with a smirk, raising a brow as you leaned closer, the shirt riding up your bare thigh, exposing your tiny panties to him, and he audibly groaned.

The hellfire shirt was sacred to him, he had made many and would wear them almost every day, and every night, he wouldn't let anyone else touch them.

But you, oh, you looked so adorable that Eddie was ready to give all of the shirts he ever owned to you just so that you could wear them anywhere and everywhere. He reveled in the idea of everyone seeing you in his hellfire shirt so that everyone would know that you were his girl and his girl only.

"No, I love it." His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes glued on your nipples poking out of the shirt.

You giggled adorably when you looked down onto your body, stretching the shirt fully to show the 'Hellfire Club' text and the logo to Eddie proudly.

"Hellfire club, what is that about?" He asked, in a more serious mocking tone, eyebrows suggestively raising while he leaned closer to you.

"Oh, you probably wouldn't know about them." You waved your hands dismissively. "Very exclusive, D&D club," With a whisper, you nudged his side playfully, nose scrunching.

"Hmm, is that so?" He mumbled as he grabbed you by your waist, immediately pulling you towards him as you squealed.

A smothering hug behind you before he turned you to face him, needily pulling you onto his lap, but you loved it, loved the tight hold he had on you, calloused hands all grabby and not intending to let you go.

He hummed contently when he pressed sloppy kisses all over your cheek, basking in the pretty giggles that escaped your parted lips, sticky sweet scent engulfing him. "I love it when you wear my shirt..." He mumbled into the crook of your neck, gentle nibbles all over your throat to your chin, and open-mouthed kisses sprinkled with it.

"You mean... our shirt?" You asked with a grin, tone saccharine sweet.

"Oh, it's our shirt now?" He hummed against your neck and you nodded quickly.

His head quickly jerked back, gaze taking all of you in before he leaned closer, small kisses thrown all over your plushy lips.

"S'pretty." He cooed. "You look so pretty in our shirt." His hands were quick as they slipped inside of your shirt, a grin appearing on his face.

He hummed as he exposed your breasts, the cold air hitting caused them to harden as he groaned, taking no time to have one of your nipples under his teeth, sucking, biting nibbling as his hand massaged the other.

"That might be our shirt, but these are all mine, sweetheart," He grinned devilishly, planting open-mouthed kisses all over your chest, making you giggle as he was stuffed between your breasts and the sacred Hellfire shirt.

[its-flame-art]

“wait a minute. wait a minute, Doc. ah... are you telling me that you built a time machine...out of a DeLorean?”

[jasonsbruce]

[needlefail]

Canary in the Coal Mine

[snarkspawn]

sketching 💦

[wild-magic-oops]

Davrin with a mage!Rook has that classic warrior tank x glass canon magic user dynamic going on which is very nice, and also the hunter/prey thing the romance has going on where the person who is supposedly the "prey" is also the leader so they're always walking in front of the "hunter", which is also very neat

[hydrodragons]

genshin impact gif challenge ✦

[1/?] pyro characters → lyney

“magic isn't just a performance art, it's also a way of thinking. many things in this world seem simple at first glance but play host to all sorts of secrets if you look deeper.”

[eye-of-the-hawk]

“Yes. Stole my own hypothesis and turned it against me.”

“Fascinating. I’d love to meet her.”

“… Ah. So you’re just like her here, aren’t you?”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“*Sigh…* unfortunately, you’ve already made it quite obvious.”

[sisterdaniela]

when u realize u really are emotionally dependent on a random weird online couple

[starberry-cupcake]

I FINISHED THE THING (part 2)!!!!!

The Polly Pocket Style Star Trek bridge for the Christmas tree is done!! I know it could look better, please be kind, I'm very tired.

I made the screens in acetate sheet (from a cake container, everything I used except the clay was re-purposed) so that the tree lights acted like screen lights, and made a couple holes in the ceiling (it's painted as well) to pop some lights through as well.

Here in read more are some process pics where you can see some extra details of the base painting.

The 3d ship things are made in cold porcelain, the figures and chairs are made in polymer clay and baked. I wish I had used sculpey instead of fimo but alas, I made choices.

Chekov lost an arm during the baking process, it was so tiny it got lost and I had to make a new one. Spock's ears had to be sculpted bigger than normal so that it didn't happen to him, that would have been more difficult to fix and we would have ended with a snw human Spock moment situation nobody wants to re-live. I was this 👌 close to making Jim in his cunty little green wrap outfit but decided against it in the end. Uhura has her ear piece painted on. I wish I could include my hand for size reference but my posts get blocked when I do that so, for reference, the figures are set for baking in tuna cans in the pic above. I'm not a fancy crafter but I'm a resourceful one, what can I say.