#sue me

[irithind]

Starter puppies!

I chose the Kyubei-looking one!

choose your fav puppy

[charlesoberonn]

[galaxyspeaking]

Forgot something

[pixilaine]

ya finally got me critical role

[ebodebo]

omg okay well now i HAVE to😭😏

no thoughts...just simon discovering you sitting on the grimy curb outside a club and pretending to be your boyfriend bc of unsavory men being nasty towards you. (tw: men)

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A chill lingered in the air as you sank down onto the curb, the cold concrete pressing against your thighs while your short dress bunched up, revealing even more skin.

It wasn’t the wisest choice, considering you were just inches away from the road, but your aching feet and pounding head begged for a break.

And not only did you feel a mess, but you also looked it too.

Your eyes were bloodshot, and your eyelids feel heavy and sticky, weighed down by smudged eyeliner, mascara, and whatever glittery eyeshadow you had tossed on in a rush.

What had once been a carefully styled updo was now a tangled mess, with strands of hair falling haphazardly around your face.

You couldn’t be bothered to put it back up; even the thought of managing it made your head spin more than it already did.

Your friends were off somewhere, probably with people you didn’t know, and honestly, you didn’t care anymore.

You just needed to escape that stuffy club.

The lights were flashing so intensely and rapidly that it felt like you might faint.

Now, here you are, sitting on the grimy curb, your mind racing with anxiety.

You had hoped the alcohol would dull your worries, but all it did was amplify them.

Stressing about the rent that you can’t afford this month.

The difficulty of finding and keeping a decent boyfriend.

And let’s not forget about your terrible job that pays next to nothing!

On top of it all, your mother won’t stop calling and complaining about her new boyfriend, who you can’t stand.

“What a pretty girl you are,” a low voice calls out from behind.

His words feel distant, like an echo floating in your mind.

You turn your head slightly to catch a glimpse of the guy, vape in hand and hoodie pulled up, flanked by two friends grinning widely.

You roll your eyes, turning your head away, choosing not to engage with him or offer any response.

"Hey! I’m talking to you," the same voice calls out, its tone growing more assertive.

You turn your head again; this time, he’s closer than before. "Will you just fuck off?" You groan, your eyes barely hanging open.

"The fuck did you say to me.”

Okay.

Now he is mad.

And usually, you could take care of feeble men.

They touch you; they get a knee straight to their balls.

But, right now, you can’t even walk straight.

Let alone balance and swing your leg.

“Sorry—I,” you sputter, carefully standing and almost falling as he draws nearer.

“Think you can talk to me like that?” He snarls as he moves to stand right in front of you.

You look up at him.

His eyes are dark.

You feel your stomach churn.

"Sweetheart," you hear the deep British, gravelly voice before the man who carries it steps beside you. "Been lookin' for you.”

Your eyes dart to him in an instant.

He’s tall, like really, really tall.

Quite built, and looks intimidating as hell with an ominous mask covering his face.

And…fuck, he’s decked out in black and gray military gear.

You feel an odd sense of security, so you thread your arm through his and tuck yourself into his side.

“You yellin’ at my girlfriend?” His voice is so deep, and raspy.

The guy’s eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sound and sight of the man at your side.

“No, no,” the guy scramble. “I—I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend. I would have never—”

“Shouldn’t do it anyway, you pisshead,” the man next to you spat before turning to face you, voice softening. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m—I’m alright,” your murmur, voice uneven.

The man next to you turns his head to face the guy, his eyes darkening at the sight of you upset. “Get on your knees and apologize to her.”

“Wait, wha—”

“I’ll bash your head in.”

The guy fell to his knees, desperately searching for the right words. “I’m sorry. Fuck—I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that; I fucked up. I’m so, so sorry,” he word vomits, voice trembling.

"Thank you," you whisper, your eyes widening in surprise at how readily he complies.

Your gaze drifts down to catch sight of a small friendship bracelet adorning the wrist of the man beside you.

It looked so out of place on him.

The bracelet features a black-and-white pattern of beads, with "Simon" spelled out in gray letters at its center and two skull beads surrounding it.

"Simon," you murmur, simply glancing at the letters without much thought.

His head swivels to you.

“Yeah, baby?” He quickly responds, eyes on you in an instant.

"We should—we should get going," you manage to say, feeling another flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He nods, his hand lingering near your waist. You shift slightly, allowing your hand to slip into his, where you intertwine your fingers effortlessly.

Simon leans in closer, lowering his head to hover near the guy's ear, and whispers so you can barely catch what he’s saying.

“If you ever yell at my girlfriend, let alone another woman again,” Simon’s voice goes down an octave, low and stern. “I’ll find you and crack every fuckin’ bone in your body.”

The guy's face drains of color as he frantically tries to escape—not just back to his friends, who are just as terrified but well out of reach.

"You’re so…tall," you manage to say, your words coming out a bit slurred.

He lets out a gruff laugh. “Come over here.”

Simon tightly grips your fingers, gently guiding you around the corner and away from the club.

“Shouldn’t be alone,” he utters. “You’re drunk.”

“I know,” you admit, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. “I just needed to get out of that crazy club. It was too bright and too hot and too stuffy!” You let out a dramatic sigh. “I thought the alcohol would help clear my mind, but it only made me more anxious, you know?” You look up at him and shake your head.

“My rent is overdue; I can’t get a stupid boyfriend, and, oh God, my mother,” you continue to ramble; you were drunk, after all. “I’m a mess,” you exhale softly, tears clinging to your lashes.

Had you been crying that whole time?

“Listen,” he urges, hand pressing onto your shoulder. “If you want, you could live with me. Been lookin’ for a roommate. Could be nice,” he adds with a casual shrug.

You sniffle, hand wiping your tears. “You—you would do that for me?” You ask, heart warm from his generosity.

“Eh, sure. Why not?” His tone is relaxed and straightforward.

You’re beaming as you pull him in for a tight hug, burying your face in his abdomen while repeatedly expressing your gratitude.

He doesn’t say anything, but he wears the stupidest grin under that mask.

He wouldn’t tell you, but he was so, so ecstatic at the prospect of you living with him.

He could use a few more friends, and you vowed to ensure he stayed well-fed.

Besides, it certainly didn't hurt that you were a hot little spitfire who had him straining in his cargo pants.

He would hold out for you.

Roommates now, husband and wife later.

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author’s note: crazy how he’s the only man ever

[dottanic]

Idk man

[sabellart]

more jedi maul bc i rewatched phantom menace and it made me emotional

[ragana62]

Following up on my earlier take, because I recognize I put the good shit in the tags.

I don’t excuse her actions, she does fuck up her kids and casually try and stab children/her old friend. She’s also explicitly not behaving rationally in the latter moment, and quite frankly, just because she’s in the top 5 reasons her kids are fucked up that doesn’t mean she should get all the blame for them being fucked up while we pretend Viserys was father of the year, there’s a normal way to raise someone in line to be a fantasy nuke riding absolute monarch without making them a little fucked up in the head by modern standards, etc. etc.

People do bad things, even well intentioned actions have bad consequences sometimes, hurt people hurt people. Are you going to sit on a hill claiming you’ve never once snapped at someone when you were having a bad day (which like, I’m pretty confident saying 99.999% of people here haven’t had the kind of bad day where your preteen kid had his eye stabbed out and your abusive husband pretends it isn’t an issue until the kid minus the eye himself has to stand up and say ‘it’s cool, 86 the hit mum, I’ve got a dragon now so I’m fine with that trade’ just to keep the peace)? Are we going to pretend that Rhaenyra has never done anything wrong in her life ever, and Alicent has every reason to trust she would totally back her up and turn over her kid to lose an eye as well in the most literal interpretation of reciprocal justice imaginable, or even agree that some accountability should be taken?

She’s not a good person by modern moral absolutist standards, sure. But:

1. Nobody is. Nobody fictional, and nobody IRL. Nobody in that setting, and nobody in any setting.

2. The whole setting is just two groups of moderately to massively shitty people by modern standards having a nuclear level slap fight over a fancy chair so obviously she’s not somehow a paragon of modern virtue. If she was we’d be getting rants about ‘oh obvious Mary Sue/worst mother ever ignoring how her kids are mistreated by their dad and not demanding justice after one literally loses an eye in a fight with his nephews/nobody actually is such a moral paragon that they can smile and nod their way through this many betrayals, she’s so fake’.

3. This site makes excuses for every generic sexyman it encounters constantly, which is fine if that’s your kink, no judgement. If we can collectively agree that it’s ok to do murder/cannibalism/whatever the fuck we want to call the grooming ass bs Daemon did with bringing preteen Rhaenyra to a brothel if the guy is blandly hot enough and ‘morally grey is not only valid but sexy if he’s doing bad things for his imaginary or real girlfriend/wife regardless of her express interests or preferences’ because that’s the popular kink content in certain circles at the moment (and make no mistake, it is a form of kink content whether we tag it as such or not), why is it so impossible to accept ‘morally grey is valid if it’s a traumatized teen mom trying to protect her children when her abusive husband clearly won’t’ or any other version similar? Do we maybe just have a problem with complex characters who aren’t perfect paragons of virtue when it’s the (especially the traditionally femme) girls getting their hands dirty?

I just can’t take Alicent haters seriously when they pull up stuff like “oh she lashed out at Rhaenyra while the real reason why she’s suffering are Otto and Viserys !!!!” oh yeahhh I really wonder why she would lash out at her political rival and not at A) Her abusive husband who is the king and B) Her father who did her dirty but he’s one of the few people who are by her side right now .

[gilsart]

sometimes being italian has its perks (I flipped the drawing and kept the sketch text flipped by accident). don’t know if this brush compliments my drawings as much

[jube-art]

I personally really love AU's that do something interesting with the characters, like switch around their "base" roles.

@technically-human 's got a reverse!au where Charles went to hell in 1910 and Edwin's the 1980 hypothermia victim, and I loved it so much I drew it,

then drew a version where they're from their canon timeline but still have the brains and the brawn reversed. :) Edwin's a polo player who beat his way out of hell using his own limbs and Charles was trying to learn as much as he could to get into a good college and get away from home.

[disgustinggf]

i love boobs i love tits and i love breasts

[stupidlypregnant]

I'm already two months pregnant when I start dating someone, but I'm not telling him. Nobody wants to be with someone carrying somebody else's pups. So when we're finally in a relationship - I'm almost three months along - I pretend it's his babies filling my belly - oh, the condom must've been broken - and he believes me.

Oh, you know it's just because I'm skinny that I'm showing so early. - It's twins, you can't compare that to a single pregnancy. - They're just really big, it's good, that means they're healthy. And he believes me.

I'm surprised myself when I reach full term, my whole body aching, poor belly impossibly full and the babies inside active as ever. I know I'm due, overdue almost but he thinks I still have minimum two months to go, saying he can't wait to see me ready to pop. What I already am.

He's obsessed with my gravid form, thinking the babies bulging inside me are his makes him posessive, proud. He praises me for doing so well, carrying such big pups. His hands are on me all the time, he's trying to hold back but I know he's so turned on by the state I'm in.

And I loved it all these months, him satisfying my needs, relieveing me more frequently when I couldn't reach around my middle anymore. Fucking me hard and deep, telling me he wants to keep me like this forever.

But now I can barely take it anymore. Everytime he fucks me I'm afraid it'll kickstart labor. The first baby already dropped so low, making it impossibly hard for me to stand - or worse - walk, the pressure being so bad it feels like they'll just fall out of me if I move. But he wants me healthy so we go on torturing walks, just down the street, but I need to lean on him, clutching my heavy gut with both hands.

Soon I can't leave the bed anymore, even sitting becomes uncomfortable. My body is ready, I feel it but I can't go into labor. There's no way he'll let me have the babies at home when he thinks they're coming too early. There's no way I'll make it near the false due date either.

But the involuntary bedrest I'm on is doing wonders. Days and weeks pass and soon I'm almost a whole month overdue, looking ripe and plump - obscenely pregnant. I'm as relieved as I'm concerned, but I can't share these thoughts because that would lead to him taking me to a doctor and the truth coming out.

I've been having irregular cramps for weeks now, the last days they're coming more frequently. I play them off as a stomach ache whenever he catches me whimpering in pain, fingers digging into the tight orb. He coos at me, rubbing his hands all over the sensitive skin, telling me how good I'm holding on.

The days pass in slow agony until I wake up one night experiencing the most painful cramp until now. I can't hold back the groan leaving my mouth, starting him awake. He reaches for my belly in concern, fingers running over the hard surface, asking me what's wrong. I lie, saying they're probably early Braxton Hick's and as always he believes me.

I don't fall asleep again that night, I'm squirming in bed, breathe as quiet as possible through the now full on contractions seizing up my belly, making the babies kick and move violently inside me. As soon as he leaves for work I don't hold back anymore. I moan whenever the pain takes over, massage the sore muscles of my tummy, the pups sinking lower and lower, making me spread my legs to make room for them.

Hours later the truth hits me. These babies will come and I can't do anything to stop it. He'll find out and he'll leave me and I'll be alone with two kids. With that thought not only the the door to the bedroom opens, also my water breaks, followed by the most overwhelming contraction yet. It's over.

Finally, he says and comes to kneel between my legs, taking off my soaked pants only to sink his fingers inside me without a warning. Almost completely dilated. He must see the confusion written over my face, so he chuckles softly, placing both hands on my misshapen belly. I was waiting for your body to give out. Let's get these pups out of you so you can carry mine.

[jasontoddsguns]

Enough of this deception. I love Mary sues- I love living vicariously through a badass female lead. You can rip her out of my cold dead hands.

[pulgarcito-perro]

Idk what this is. Don't look at me. *sweats*

[toxicandtired]

[verdiris]

"Enjoy Myself? There's A Worm In My Brain, I'm Surrounded By Idiots, And All I've Got To Drink Is Wine That Tastes Like Vinegar."