#star speaks *

[blacksunemiku]

fuck man. sevika you would have loved running a waffle house like it’s the navy over whatever this bullshit diversity hire ass ending you got

[string-star-lights]

i love characters with prominent noses. the only reason i’ve ever given a character a small nose is to fulfill a diversity quota

[staranon95]

upon second thought

i think Arwen tilting Aragorn's head back with the tip of her sword in Fellowship was one of those formative experiences in childhood you don't exactly remember until rewatch and be like 'oh. oh that's why i'm like THAT. okay'

'What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?'

MA'AM?? EXCUSE ME uhhh ma'am? please?

i feel like this also isn't the first time she's done this to him. like it's so playful at first until she probably realizes why he's scrounging in the dirt like he usually is like

"What's this 😏 a ranger caught off his guard? 😏😏"

and then Aragorn has to explain really fast how he's been running around all of Arda with these 4 hobbits only because Gandalf flaked on them and now there's Nazgul involved?? and one of the hobbits got stabbed?? please send help.

and then she'd be like OH IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE FIVE NAZGUL ON YOU?? IS THAT WHY ARAGORN?

the implications of this interaction are just too much for me

[slutz4marsh]

Kyle Broflovski x Bratty F!Reader SMUT for April!!! <3

Look. Kyle considered himself to be a generally patient person.

Although, he did know that depending on who he asked, some people might say that was complete and utter bullshit.

Whatever. The point was that he had patience. If not in general, at least for you.

Which was why it frustrated him when you acted like a brat.

He was patient with you, and generally, he didn’t like to be super rough with you. He didn’t like to ruin you. Not on purpose, anyway. Kyle liked to worship you, treat you like a precious little doll that needed his protection.

And yet you still acted like this even when he treated you like a precious, sweet angel. His angel, his doll, his princess.

Kyle had thoughts when you walked out of your house in a shirt that showed off the curve of your breasts and a skirt that didn’t leave that much to the imagination, but he didn’t say anything. Figured, hey. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose.

But when you went out and he caught you leaning forward toward your friends, giggling and twirling your hair and pushing your arms together to force your breasts together?

Yeah. He knew what the fuck you were doing.

So, he stood up and grabbed your arm to yank you along with him. He told his friends that he just remembered that you two had something you had to do, something about a project or something. It was a good enough excuse, considering they all bought it.

Kyle was dead silent until he got you in the car, and then he shook his head while he started the car. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, eyes narrowed at the road.

“I really cannot fucking believe you sometimes,” Kyle snapped, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding the steering wheel.  “I mean, I saw the outfit and thought it was weird, but whatever.”

He shook his head. “But whatever the hell that was?” Kyle scoffed. “You are such a brat sometimes.”

You knew Kyle was mad and nothing you could say would make it any better, so you chose to stay quiet and let Kyle vent out his irritations anyway.

When you got home, he dragged you into your bedroom and sat down on his bed. Then, he bent you over his lap without another word.

“Count.”

His words left no room for argument, so you took a breath. Kyle’s hand came down hard on your ass. You gasped and writhed, but Kyle kept you firmly in place.

“One,” you said, voice shaking some.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Kyle said as he rubbed your ass before hitting again.

He got to fifteen. You were sobbing and trembling as you whimpered out the number.

“Shh, shh,” Kyle cooed as he soothingly rubbed your ass. “See? Good girl. You know why I had to do that, don’t you?”

His words were softly spoken and sweet. A direct contrast to the previous actions he’d made.

You sniffled and nodded. You did know. It’s why you’d been such a brat all day anyway - you wanted his attention. No matter what that meant.

“I don’t really know that you’ve really learned anything though,” Kyle clicked his tongue. “For all I know, you’ll just do this again the minute I stop touching you.”

His hand snaked down the curve of your ass and between your delicate folds, fingers probing at your cunt. He dipped two fingers inside you and began to gently rub them against your spot. His fingers were long, nimble, and they felt fucking fantastic.

Fantastic to the point that you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, coated in your juices. You moaned as you watched him suck his fingers clean.

And then, he pulled you off his lap and onto the bed. He pulled his own pants down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Stay fuckin’ still, alright?” Kyle cursed as he pushed into you. Even through your lusty haze, you could tell he was still irritated with you for your brattiness.

You let out a broken moan as he pushed into you slowly, then began rocking his hips into you.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kyle groaned, “you’d be so perfect if you weren’t such a little brat.”

You whined softly as Kyle used your body, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“God, See?” Kyle panted. “You can be such a good girl, yeah? All tight and wet. Just for me, huh, princess?”

You moaned at his words and nodded swiftly. “Jus’ for you,” You managed to say between moans, feeling your walls starting to flutter.

Kyle shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t,” he whispered his warning. “Not ‘til I say you can. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

You whine desperately, but you nodded. And Kyle grinned, knowing he’d forced you back into submission. Back into his sweet, darling little angel that would listen to every word that fell from his lips.

You were so tense with the effort of trying to hold back your orgasm, you genuinely thought you might explode into teeny tiny little pieces.

And Kyle’s movements became more desperate and erratic.

If you were able to think about anything other than keeping your pleasure at bay, you would have known that Kyle was close. You would have known that he was moments away from painting your inner walls a milky white.

Kyle pushed his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. They graze your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, and you swore he was trying to kill you with the way he nipped at you.

“Sweetheart,” Kyle breathed. You could feel him grinning against your ear, and you felt like you were going insane with need and desperation. “I think you’ve earned it. Don’t you? You’re being so good and sweet for me.” 

You gasped, but you still held off. Waiting for Kyle to actually say the words.

And say them, he did. 

“Cum for me,” He nipped at your earlobe. “Come on, princess. Cum for me. You’ve earned it. Come on, baby.”

You swore to whatever god might fucking be out there, you blacked out.

Your orgasm was intense. You dragged your nails down Kyle’s back, sure to leave bright red marks for at least a few days. You practically screamed, chanting his name like it was a prayer to the only thing that mattered in that moment: him.

As your hole fluttered and clenched around him, it milked Kyle’s orgasm out of him. He came inside you with a deep groan, and he wrapped his arms around your torso, yanking you closer as he pulsed, filling you up with hot and sticky cum.

You both laid like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and coming back to yourselves.

Kyle pulled out of you with a groan and smiled as he cradled your cheeks in his hands.

“You are fucking perfect. C’mon, shower.”

With that, he gently grabbed your arms to help you to the bathroom.

[starry-pop]

The Lords In Black if they were good:

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴og Y’rath

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴otho

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tep

T’noy 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴axis

Nibblene𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

[starwolf-fr]

Baby??? Hi baby!!!

[gafftaxidermy]

I hate that the main defense of alterhuman (usually therian) identity has become “it’s a spiritual belief” because it completely ignores the existence of psychological alterhumans and leaves us to fend for ourselves

[vie2star]

[starwalkeranon]

New hyperfixation? In my brain? It's more likely than you'd think.

Anyways, have some Siffrin art. The hair shadows look a little funky, but whatever.

Edit 9/21/24: I made some very minor changes to the shadows since they were bothering me. New version under cut.

[legionofghostss]

Finally caught up on tmagp

[blacksunemiku]

lowkey. sevika sounds like she suffered from eldest daughter syndrome, from the line about her not getting along with her dad to her literally trying to get everyone to get along after silco’s death to her making her life’s mission to ensure the liberation of zaun and she never takes a break bro… i see the signs

[string-star-lights]

laid in bed last night thinking about how herman melville died before humans knew about whale songs, or how they sleep, or about whale falls, or that they can be gay… he would have loved them so much

[staranon95]

im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)

Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties

it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish

it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs

it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost

it just sucks that this is how it ends.

[slutz4marsh]

STAN MARSH X VIRGIN!FTM!READER SMUT

ok this one has a little backstory i guess? lore? anyway ive decided i get to consider myself a virgin still because i barely remember any of the times i've technically been touched & what i do remember is extremely traumatic. so i think as a treat for still being alive stan should take my virginity

this fic is probably going to be tooth rottingly sweet so im sorry in advance LMFAO

cw/tw: first time, stan calls reader "dude", stan is somewhat experienced reader is not, whiny soft pathetic stan

They say it starts with a kiss. You didn’t know about all that, you didn’t listen to The Killers all that much.

You and Stan had been on his bed making out on and off for about an hour. Stan’s hands wandered, drifting under your shirt and caressing the skin there gently. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered breathily.

You whined softly, overly sensitive to every touch. “Stan,” you breathed, hands gripping his jacket as though it was a lifeline.

Stan chuckled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He loved how you reacted to him; so responsive and reactive. “You’re so cute when you’re all clingy,” he teased, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

You shivered at his words. Your eyes flutter shut for a second. You swallowed thickly as Stan’s hands continued to wander, finding purchase on your body wherever possible.

“We should stop,” Stan said, his voice barely louder than a whisper as one hand dipped lower, tracing the band of your pants. His breath hitched as you whimpered.

“Last chance,” his eyes flicked up to your face, hoping for a sign.

Your own breath caught in your throat. “Have,” you panted softly. “Have you ever done this before?”

Stan smiled softly at you, his fingers tracing the edge of your pants. “God, dude, you’re adorable..” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. Couple times,” his hand paused. “You have too, haven’t you?”

His thumb hooked into your pants. You bit your lip.

You slowly, almost shyly, shook your head. “N… No,” you stammered quiet admittance. “Never.”

Stan’s eyes widened. He blinked, staring at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. “You’re joking,” He spoke incredulously. His hand tightens on your waist. “But you’re so… You’re so…” He trailed off, grinning.

You shook your head, adjusting somewhat nervously. “I’ve… Never. Not.. Not all the way.”

Stan’s grin faded, quickly replaced with a dumbfounded look. His hand drifted up, tracing over your chest. “But you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, frowning slightly. His hand paused over your heart. “Are you sure you want this?”

You paused. Did you? You decided yes in a matter of seconds. You nodded, slowly. “I… I want it to be you.”

Stan smiled warmly. “Okay,” he breathed. His hand drifted back down, tugging your pants down. His eyes flicked up to your face, seeking reassurance. His own heart raced in his chest. “You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You nodded, squirming slightly as Stan tugged your pants down your legs and tossed them off to the side somewhere.

Stan took a moment to admire the view before him. His eyes dragged over every inch of your skin. His hand reached out, gently brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled. “I don’t wanna hurt you..”

“Just- go slow. Please.” You requested, flustered as you looked away from him.

Stan grinned softly, nodding. “Okay, you got it..” he murmured. His fingers drifted closer to your center, brushing against the soft, coarse curls there. “Hey- look at me,” he said softly, a gentle command.

You looked up, already dripping wet just from the kissing and Stan’s soft teasing. You look at Stan, eyes darting back and forth across his face.

Stan’s heart melted at the nervous and yet oh so trusting look in your eyes. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers drifted down to your clit, stroking the small length slowly. “You’re gonna feel so good. Promise.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden stimulation. You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back against the pillows.

Stan smiled warmly, his hands working slowly. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions. “You like that?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around the base of your slick, throbbing flesh.

You nodded, clenching the sheets in your fist with one hand. “Yeah,” you breathed, nervous. Shy. Stan’s ministrations only made you even wetter than before, folds shining with your arousal. Stan’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck as he slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. His other hand slowly inched lower, parting your folds to gently rub at your entrance.

You whined softly, instinctively attempting to close your legs at the soft prodding at your delicate, untouched pussy.

Stan gently pushed your legs back open, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your inner thighs. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered against your neck. His thumb continued to rub at your clit, his other finger slowly pressing against your entrance and applying gentle pressure. “You’re so tight..”

You took a few deep breaths. Your breaths became sharper as you felt Stan slowly work his index finger inside of you. “Mm-” you breathed, eyes squeezing shut as you whined softly.

Stan’s own breath hitched as he felt you slowly relax and take more of his finger. He moaned softly against your neck, his hand moving slowly. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praised softly. “You’re taking it like such a good boy.”

You panted softly. You felt almost euphoric. You’d never felt anything like this. Your breath caught again as Stan started to slowly work a second finger into you.

Stan’s heart swelled with a mix of love and pride for you as he stretched you open with his fingers. He curled them slightly, brushing against your sweet spot as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

You made a sound of pleasure that sounded something like “Mmhph,” and writhed as Stan’s fingers brush against that spot inside your weeping cunt.

Stan’s eyes widened at the sound you made. He knew he’d found the right spot. He started to rub against it consistently, his fingers pumping in and out of your tight pussy at a steady pace.

“Oh god, dude,” he breathed. “You’re gonna make me cum just watching you.”

You squirmed. Stan’s fingers continued to stretch you out in preparation for what was next. “Mmh,” you whined softly, back arching slightly. You’re more responsive than anyone Stan had ever been with.

Stan’s mouth drifted lower, his lips closing over one of your nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking out to circle around the hardened nub. His fingers continued to work in and out of you, scissoring to stretch you further. Stan’s own body ached with need.

You panted softly. “Oh, fuck,” you cursed, head falling back as you began to tense up once again.

Stan’s eyes met yours, his hand slowing its pace. 

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered softly, his thumb gently rubbing at your swollen, throbbing flesh. “Not ‘til I’m inside you.”

He slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking your slickness off of them.

You whimpered softly, eyes dilating at the erotic sight. You swallowed hard and adjusted yourself again, spreading your legs apart further.

Stan settled between your spread thighs, his hard length pressing against your slick entrance. He took himself in one hand, rubbing the tip up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

“Last chance to back out,” he murmured, the tip of his cock pressing against your hole.

You squirmed slightly, but you shook your head. “I-” you began, voice breathy. Whiny. “I want it to be you, Stan.” You repeated your earlier sentiment. You reached out to grab Stan’s free hand.

Stan’s face softened at your words. He intertwined your fingers, bringing your joined hands to rest on the pillow beside your head.

He leaned down to kiss you slowly, deeply, as he finally began to push inside. “I love you,” he groaned.

You let out another pleasured-slash-pained noise as Stan pushed inside. You panted softly, body tense as you adjusted to the new feeling. Or at least attempted to.

Stan paused, letting you get used to the feel of him. He nuzzled into the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispered, his hand tightening around yours. “Just breathe.”

You did so as best you could, working through the strange feeling of the intrusion. You nodded almost weakly as you looked up at Stan.

Stan slowly started to push in further, his length stretching you open. He kept his pace slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt you. As he pushed in further, he rested his forehead against yours, your noses touching.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, voice trembling with need.

You nodded. Your pussy was tight around Stan. Warm and wet and tight, periodically spasming around him.

Stan hissed softly at the feeling of you clenching on him. “You feel so good,” he moaned, slowly continuing to push inside. He paused again when he was fully sheathed inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. “You take me so well, baby..”

You breathed, whimpering softly. You’d never felt this full. Your fingers were nothing compared to this. You wrapped your arms around Stan’s neck, tight as you pulled him closer. 

Stan wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he started to slowly move his hips. He set a steady, gentle rhythm, his length dragging along your inner walls with each thrust. 

“You’re doing so well, love,” he praised softly, voice thick with emotion and desire.

You moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut again. Your breath came in sharp little gasps and pants as you grew wetter and wetter around Stan.

Stan buried his face in the crook of your neck, his pace quickening as your heat grew wetter and wetter. His own breath came in short pants, his voice reduced to needy whimpers and praises for you. “Feels so good, baby..”

You whined softly and buried your face in Stan’s shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there slightly as you parted your lips.

“Mm- y’feel r-really good, Stan,” you panted softly.

Stan shuddered at the sensation of your teeth grazing his skin, his hips moving faster as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside you. He chants your name like a prayer three times, his voice broken and desperate. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

You gripped his back, nails digging into the skin and scratching. You’d never felt this good in your whole goddamn life. 

“Stan,” you breathed, teeth grazing Stan’s shoulder again as you refused to remove your head from right there.

Stan gasped at the sensation of your nails digging into his back. He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, his hips snapping forward as he continued to thrust into you. 

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” he panted softly. He knew he wouldn’t last like this, but he also couldn’t stop.

You whimpered softly. “Me too,” you whispered. Your cunt twitched right after, almost as a warning. A confirmation, maybe.

Stan’s thrusts became erratic as his own climax approached. He buried his face deeper into your neck, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold on.

“Dude, please,” he whined, his voice cracking. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

You squirmed slightly. You were moaning and panting, whining and gasping. You could feel Stan’s dick twitching inside of you, also as if as a warning.

“Please,” you whispered.

With a final, deep thrust, Stan buried himself all the way inside you. He cried out, his body shuddering as his orgasm overtook him. He moaned your name, cock pulsing as he came deep inside your tight heat.

And that triggered your own orgasm. You moaned loudly, whole body shaking and convulsing. You bit down on Stan’s shoulder, still whining – only muffled against the skin now.

Stan held you close as he felt your pussy clench and ripple around his sensitive cock, milking him for every last drop.

He moaned softly at the feeling of you biting his shoulder, his own hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

The bite almost seemed to elongate Stan’s orgasm as his cock twitched and pumped a few more spurts into your now well-loved pussy.

You whined softly as you felt Stan fill you up to the brim. You panted softly, eyes fluttering shut.

Stan gently stroked your hair as you both came down from your highs. His softening cock was still nestled inside the warm, slick heat of your pussy.

“That was amazing, baby,” Stan mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. “You did so well.”

You panted softly, gripping Stan’s shoulders tightly. You opened your eyes to look at Stan. Your heart swelled. You smiled softly.

“I’m glad it was you,” you managed to whisper.

Stan’s eyes softened as he gazed right back at you, his own heart fluttering in his chest. “Me too, baby,” He whispered. “Me too. I love you, man.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his arms tightening around you protectively.

[stars-trash-18]

Jumping from “The Heir and The Wolf” by @pizzapottah“Fuck you” “Make Me” kind of romance. To “Dragon Dreamer” by @cherryheairt “I beg you my lady let me breathe the same air” kind of romance is the best feeling of my life

[starwolf-fr]

i need to kick the depression and get back to art, reblog this post with a dragon and I might doodle them 👍