#sorry these are sporadic

[bellafragolina]

Piers and Raihan (separately please) with a s/o who's this literal walking ray of sunshine... but their entire personality could do a backflip in seconds and it feels like satan himself just possessed them? Doesn't help that they have a very scary dragon on their team that will break your bones should you try anything funny

you got it!

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Piers:

You two are very different. Your sunshine lights up his gloom, and you two are the perfect example of opposites attract. Piers smiles more with you around, your optimism bleeding into his personality, and he looks forward to everything he does with you. Piers friends, Marnie included, thank you for helping him relax into the little pleasures in life

The first time you do your flip in personality? Everyone is thrown for a loop. You look how you usually act, happy and sweet, so this is very unprecedented. Whoever or whatever you turn on is quivering in its boots, metaphorical or not. And when your Duraludon rises to tower over you? It's a wrap

Piers finds himself gaining a new respect and admiration for you on top of his attraction. He likes that you can handle yourself, that you can deal with anyone picking on you. And he thinks it's funny how sweet little you can scare grown men thrice your size into shaking. The best part, however, is that your Duraludon is just like you, sweet and affectionate. Not a mean bone in its body, until it backs you up

Raihan:

Raihan loves your sweetness. Paired with how you're shorter than him, Raihan is head over hills. He loves you hanging off of him, giving him sweet kisses and saccharine nicknames. Others might find it embarrassing, but he lives for you and your cuteness, and makes sure to take lots of photos and videos of you both together so everyone can see how sickly sweet and in love you both are

When you flip your lid for the first time, Raihan is very surprised. He's never seen you so angry, so intimidating. It's like light itself has bent to make you appear shadowed and scary. Your Dragapult curls around your shoulders as well, hissing and snarling at whatever sorry thing has garnered your ire. Raihan has to resist filming you, to get evidence you're even capable of such a flip in personality.

Raihan smirks afterwards, teasing you about how scary you can be alongside your Pokémon. It eases some of the tension in him, the fact you can keep yourself safe, but he does worry to himself about you messing with someone too much for you. But is there a person that's too much for you? Guess you'll both see with time. For now, Raihan basks in your sweetness once more.

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have a good night everyone!

~Reneee

[swedenis-h]

When did it happen?

[emilycomics]

[stars-for-circe]

My heartfelt apology for not posting for a while, enjoy :)

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cw: pure smut, that’s it

A video of you and Ellie in the car, it’s rather plain, actually. She’s holding your phone, facing her way, while you seem a little occupied. But for some reason, the point of the video seems quite unclear, because for some reason, Ellie just can’t seem to get the right words out.

And instead of words coming out of her mouth, its moans and whispered swears broken up with stifled giggles from the two of you. And oh, now it’s quite obvious, what with how her head is slowly leaning back and hitting the headrest, and the first syllables of a failed sentence tries miserably to escape Ellie’s throat.

“Say it.” You whisper, sounding as though your voice is muffled.

A silence follows, then a small slurp, then a snicker as you hear her whimper. From your point of view, it’s just so fucking funny seeing Ellie struggle like this. The camera’s out of focus now, shaking slightly and facing the wrong way, but who can blame her for not focusing on the angles? Bless her, with how she tries to lift her head and look into the camera as she speaks.

“I just….just wanted to-fuck- to say that I love my girlfriend so m-much.”

“She makes me….?” You stare up at her expectantly, wiping your lips with your tongue as you slowly trace two fingers up and down, the way she’s soaking the leather seats translating into such a wet noise that the video could pick up on it.

“…She makes me s-sooo happy, and……makes me feel so good-holyshitdon’tpleasedontstop-”

“I won’t, baby.” What you say is muffled once again, your tongue now occupied all on her puffy clit, sucking and swirling above your two fingers, thrusting in and out at just the right angle. And thank god for your other hand staying unoccupied, as you take the reins on recording (since Ellie is too fucked out to care at this point).

The new angle, showing your face as you tongue fuck her, and showing the foggy car windows behind you, just barely illuminated from that busted streetlight. As you glance up at Ellie, all your encouraging open mouthed “uh huh”s and moans at how she tastes just turn into little giggles at what the fuck you’re both doing right now - fucking your girlfriend in some residential driveway, meaning you need her to stay quiet because you both were too horny to wait until you got home.

But you couldn’t really care less, as you feel her clench harder and harder on your fingers, her tattooed arm coming down to card her fingers through your hair. And you really can’t find it in you to care about anything at all as her soft hold turns into a harsh grip and tug as you make her unravel in your tongue, using your fingers to brush against her sweet spot as you slurp and suck everything Ellie gives you.

You bite your lip and smile as her breathing finally goes from heavy, whiny pants to soft sighs, pulling yourself up from the floor and into her lap. And just as you lean down to kiss her, you make sure the camera’s got both of you in frame as you make out with Ellie. You make sure she tastes herself on you, coaxing open her mouth and slipping your tongue against hers which, to your delight, elicits another small groan from her, and then a slow, fucked out smile against your mouth - one that you reciprocate.

And it feels so good to slide your hand up and pull at her hair this time, while you start to slowly grind and swivel your hips against hers - a taste of what’s to come next. You feel her hands slowly begin to trace up, up, up your back and under your clothes, a small sign that she’s ready for another round. But before you can do anything more, the fucking porch light at the end of the driveway turns on, and fuck, did the front door just open?

“Shit!”

Followed by loud snickers from the both of you as you clamber into the passenger side and Ellie stomps down on the peddle, pants still down and all. And as she tries to navigate the unfamiliar neighbourhood, you lean over and try to help her with her pants - pulling them up and grabbing her belt. But she stops you, taking a hand off the wheel and gently pushing you off.

“We’re picking up where we left off the monent we get home. Don’t bother with that, baby.”

So you just lean back into your seat, watching the houses go by as you wait with a smile on your face. Something tells you she’s gonna do good on that promise.

[dailycephalopods]

hihi apologies if this is a bit much to ask, but could you start tagging gifs? seeing the little critters move about all in one place would b pretty swagger, no worries if not :3

of course!! here's some i've posted before, for your enjoyment!

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[tojosuggestionbox]

[feedingicetothedog]

i also don't feel like the ending somehow made the interview NOT about claudia considering it ends w louis in that room w the rocks and claudia's dress displayed in the back like a museum artifact (along w paul's portrait). the season literally ends w louis sitting in a room dedicated to his grief. the louis/lestat reunion was about their shared grief over claudia. i think for me, louis wanted to do the interview to gain closure but he was talking to 2 ppl who didn't know her like he knew her so he finishes the interview and goes to see the one person who could possibly remember her like he did and they talk about what happened and then louis leaves bc that scene is not about him and lestat getting back together, it's about louis gaining some catharsis after almost 80 years

[starryluminary]

And if I said Heather and Courtney pair well together. What would you say to that

[donelywell]

For the roadtrip AU since Sonic and Knuckles are technically raising Tails together now that all three of them are traveling together and you've mentioned that Sonic is aroace do Sonic and Knuckles have kinda like a queerplatonic partnership?

Mm, I dunno? (I'm really not familiar with what various different relationships there are, I am learning stuff though- listen dude I didn't know you were even allowed to not feel romantic or sexual feelings to anyone only a few years ago. Is queerplatonic just being friends?) They're kinda like roommates in a sense- travel companions, brothers in arms, a party I guess.

When Knuckles accepted their offer to travel with them, he kinda also agreed inadvertently to help take care of Tails (he really tried keeping his distance from them at first, but quickly got glued to them).

Knuckles wanted to just treat Tails as his party member and possible student in learning how to fight- but well, Tails knows a way through anyones stone heart (seriously, those puppy dog eyes are lethal weapons) and Knuckles started viewing him as family. So that's how he became Tails' Uncle in a sense (I probably will think of an actual story of the turning point from party member to uncle later).

Sonic and Knuckles view each other as rivals, but mostly friends. They fight all the time, but it's almost always banter and both trying to make lighthearted jabs at the other. But Sonic has kinda taken a teacher role for Knuckles, teaching him about how the world he's lived above works. While Knuckles teaches Sonic how to handle his Chaos Energy better and how to fight better.

He does eventually go off to travel by himself a few years later- I'm not sure when, but I think Knuckles would appreciate traveling by himself at his own pace (and without Sonic and Tails' constant yapping).

[yume-aeae]

you should draw strike from darkermatters

i should

[aerypear]

Okay last one for a bit, my hand injury is now like “Bro wtf, put the pen down.”  What happens when I’m left unsupervised :’D Also to people who said the design is cute and they like my art; THANKYOU!  It does give the good dopamine to see these messages, I appreciate you.

[jcwdrawskinda]

[WIP]

Last year I did a quick Nick Valentine for Valentine's day, so I'm going to try and do that again! I'm not gonna focus on fixing all my mistakes this round, just having some self-indulgent fun in some free time <:

[hongtiddiez]

Tharn hissed slightly at the twinge of pain in his abdomen, instinctively moving his hand to gently cradle and protect the spot. He hadn't expected the warmth of Phaya’s hand against the back of his or the way he so gently stroked his thumb over his knuckles. He wondered if he would ever get used to the way Phaya’s touch drew an electric current through his veins. 

“I'm… I'm sorry. You got hurt because of me.” he sounded so mournful, as if he was taking the weight of everything on his own shoulders. Tharn couldn't allow that, not when he’d acted entirely of his own volition, his own drive to keep the people he lov- to keep the people close to him safe. 

“It was just a coincidence. It wasn't your fault,” he sighed under his breath, wondering how many more times he could get away with calling it a coincidence, how many more times he would have to lie to Phaya. “I was just doing my job.” 

Why can't you understand that the thought of losing you is worse than any injury I might receive? I can't watch you die, I can't lose anyone else. My job is to keep you safe. 

Tharn watched as Phaya also sighed softly, clearly displeased with his answer in some way. His thoughts were interrupted as he watched Phaya’s tongue wet his lips, just the smallest slide back and forth. It was enough to drive him to distraction, to remember the way they’d tasted against his own that night in the garden. A goodnight kiss Phaya had called it. He wondered if a goodnight tasted the same as a goodbye. 

“Tharn.” 

His eyes snapped back up, meeting Phaya’s own concerned gaze and he swallowed down the guilty sensation welling up in his stomach. Why did Phaya bring this out in him? This constant craving for more he couldn’t quite suppress? Sometimes he felt like a different person entirely when he was around.

“When you got hurt I was really afraid you'd die. I don't want to feel like that anymore.” 

Tharn choked down the apology he wanted to give. He couldn’t apologize, couldn’t say he wouldn’t do it again. He’d do it as many times as it took to keep Phaya safe. This was his role in life, a role he’d accepted long ago. 

“I promise that from now on I'll always listen to everything you say. Please don't leave me.”

Oh. 

Those four words brought an insurmountable ache to his chest, one far stronger than the dull throbbing in his side. He’d been asked before not to put himself in danger, to worry less about making amends for his past. He’d never been asked to stay. Phaya could have said anything else, could have urged him to be safe, to be careful. Instead, he’d asked Tharn not to leave him. The words begged a thousand questions but Tharn found himself far too afraid of the answers.

“I'm not going to leave you. We're on the same team. How can I leave you?” The answer spilled out before he’d truly thought it through, one question sneaking past his grasp. And how could he? He finally felt whole, as if half of his soul had slotted back in place and allowed him to take the first full breath in his life. Perhaps he was selfish, but he couldn’t simply walk away from something like that, not now that he’d finally found it.

“What about… you thinking that I told Chalothorn about your dream?” Tharn still had no idea where that notion had come from, what had sparked such rage in Phaya. He would never divulge his secret, not when it was so very close to his own. He knew what Chalothorn thought of him, thought of his visions, even if it came from a place of gentle concern.

“Are you still mad at me?” Phaya’s anger towards him had been more painful than any knife to the gut. 

“Tharn.” 

The warmth of Phaya’s palm against his neck was startling at first, then comforting, and then impossibly confusing. Tharn couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to that fucking dream. The memory of soft purple lights and the warmth of the shower, of the gentle pressure at his back and the intoxicating squeeze around his neck. It lit a fire in his veins, clawing and hungry, and he quickly did everything he could to push it to the back of his mind once more, to give Phaya his undivided attention in the moment.

“I don't care anymore. I already told you, I'll listen to everything you say.” 

Tharn had to believe that, had to believe Phaya had forgiven him or perhaps never truly blamed him in the first place. Fear was a powerful thing, it could drive people to lash out, to blame, to hurt. He was only glad he still had Phaya's trust, the relief like a weight lifted from his chest.

“I'm sorry for being an asshole.” 

Phaya looked so repentant, so filled with remorse, and yet Tharn had never been angry with him. He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, the taste of copper on the tip of his tongue as he ran it against where his teeth had cut into him. He knew immediately it had been an accident, had seen it in the way Phaya's face had morphed into quiet shock. No, he'd never blamed him for an instant.

“It's okay. I'm glad you're safe.” It was as much a reminder for himself as for Phaya, because the reality was Phaya very nearly hadn't been safe. Because of him. Always because of him.

Before he could overthink it he reached up and curled his fingers around Phaya's wrist. He wanted so badly to turn his head just slightly, to press his lips to the strong and steady thrum of Phaya's pulse. He settled for gently stroking his fingertips over the fluttering point, over the proof that he had done his job. He'd kept Phaya safe.

Slowly, Tharn lifted his eyes and met the intensity of Phaya's gaze. He was always struck by it, by the way it felt like he could peer past the cool facade he kept up, past the walls he'd erected to keep people from getting close. And perhaps he could, because each day it felt like Phaya brought a chisel to those walls and dismantled them brick by methodical brick.

He wanted Phaya, wanted to press their lips together, to linger in each other's embrace, to soak up the warmth of one another. It was a simple truth he could no longer deny, no matter how badly he wanted to.

Perhaps in another life they could have had that. Perhaps in another life Phaya was his and he was Phaya's and they loved with their whole selves. Perhaps in another life their story ended differently.

(disclaimer: none of this is from the novel, i haven't read the novel, i just like doing character studies of them and rotating them in my head like a skyrim loading screen)

[dark-falz]

Fish of Phantasy Star Online

[paradigmrust]

woe. brubuck upon ye