#suggestions anyone...?👀👀

[devotion-disorder]

I discovered what DoL was only 13 hours ago, and I literally spent all day playing it. One moment it was 9am, then it was 6pm lol

dol do be doing that to you😔 for what its worth its a darn neat lil game. im more surprised i still manage to indoctrinate people into playing it haha!!

[peskypawz]

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[fixing-bad-posts]

lord who does roughly end me, lave here, lust, and press sutures to me.

[caspiarts]

Steb nation, y'all still alive and hungry??? 🤨

(UPDATE: finished version out)

I'm cooking this shit up for you (and for myself) 🍳

[unrelatedsideblog]

Sanji has very few makeup and feminine clothing magazines, which he occasionally, compulsively buys on the islands, but he is terrified that the crew will find them so he hides them among his collection of porn mags

[catcze]

Boxer wriothesley making out with you after a fight

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Wriothesley x GN! reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff, some suggestive content & mentions of sex but nothing actually 18+. Modern au !!

「 CWS : 」 Written pre release so potentially ooc !! Light mentions of injuries. making out 🥴. established relationship. Hand holding & hair pulling. Wriothesley lifts you up at one point and is so down bad. Wriothesley calls the reader sweetheart and baby. Reader wears perfume. Author knows jack shit about boxing and has never watched a boxing match so please excuse any and all inaccuracies

I got this ask and blacked out i saw red i was caught in a whole TRANCE do not perceive me i lost my sanity as i wrote this because the feelings that overcame me at the thought of shirtless, post-fight Wriothesley who shines w/ sweat and is full of post-match adrenaline was too much for my mental capacity to bear

The route to Wriothesley's locker room is one that you can navigate with your eyes closed— a confidence born from familiarity. Every time after a match, whether he wins or he loses, you always find your way from your front row seat to the door you stand before now. The first few times, he had instructed his managers to come pluck you up from your front row seat and escort you, but now the staff just bring you as far as the backstage security clearance, leaving you to find your own way.

You knock on the hard door twice, giving it a moment, then enter—

— and you're immediately swept up into Wriothesley's arms, a startled yelp escaping you as you clutch his shoulders on instinct.

"Hey, sweetheart," Wriothesley murmurs, pressing his nose to your neck while he holds you aloft, your legs tightly around his bare torso. He breathes your perfume in once, twice, like he can't get enough of it. "You enjoy the show?"

"Wriothesley!" you gasp, trying to tug free of his hold, gripping his hair and trying to pull him off of you to no avail. He stubbornly melts even more against you, pushing your back further against the door you came in through. "Put me down! You should be resting right now, not-"

"Not enjoying the fruit of my victory?" he teases against your neck, his tongue licking up the skin, making heat pool in your belly. Your shiver does not go unnoticed, and you can feel the quirk of his lips where they're pressed up against your neck. "'m fine, baby. Already got checked out and everything. Just need to go home and get some ice, that's all," he reassures you, pressing kisses to your neck and the side of your face, his hands squeezing your thighs appreciatively as he keeps you pinned up against the door.

You relax against him then, glad that he's mostly fine. The match had been over quick, anyways— it hadn't dragged out long enough for him to get hurt too badly. He had definitely walked away in much better shape than his opponent, at least.

The hand in his hair stops trying to tug him away, instead pulling him closer. You scratch his scalp and untangle little knots in his hair while he takes his fill of lathering attention onto your skin, making him purr delightedly in between leaving marks and bites wherever his mouth can reach.

When he adjusts his hold on you to free one hand (there's a zing in your veins when he effortlessly holds you up with ease) so it can play with the edge of your shirt, you reach down to pull it away, weaving your fingers together instead.

"We can't fuck in your locker room," you tell him resolutely, a frown on your face. "You have an interview when you go out and your managers will have your head and mine if you go on air looking like you just smashed."

He sighs but acquesces, pulling away from your neck to level his face just a few inches from yours. "Just a kiss, then. That okay?"

You nod and he's on you in an instant. With the short time you both have, Wriothesley hardly dawdles as his tongue traces along the seam of your mouth, instantly dipping in when you grant him entrance. There's a sigh from you and a low groan from him when his tongue meets your own, and he squeezes your hand that's still connected to his.

Wriothesley bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp and pull him harder against you by his hair. You can feel his heartbeat where his chest is pressed against yours, the sweat on him making him stick to you. Fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, his thumb drawing shapes you can't make out in your kiss-fueled haze.

His tongue licks the inside of your mouth, sighs of bliss transferring from his mouth into yours. "You're so good to me, baby," Wriothesley mumbles against your lips, eyes half lidded and something hungering behind them.

You can't even bring it in yourself to speak, tugging him closer once again because in that moment he is focusing too much on speaking and not enough on kissing you. He chuckles at your desperation, but gives in to you as he always does, letting himself be dragged further into your embrace.

Fuck it, the words are on the tip of your tongue. Fuck the interview. Put your hands under my shirt kiss me somewhere else—

Knock knock.

Like a gunshot, your eyes fly open at the interruption and you hand jolts, accidentally pulling on his hair too hard and making him hiss when he detaches from you. "Sorry, sorry," you murmur to him, pressing a fleeting peck to his lips. Now, it is your turn to bury your nose into his neck.

"You good in there?" The voice of his manager comes floating through the door, muffled. "The interviewer's been waiting a while by now, you know."

"Right, right. Be out in a bit." He hopes his manager doesn't realize that his voice is far too close to the door than it normally should be.

Wriothesley has to stifle a dissatisfied sound, maneuvering you off the door and gently placing you down on the bench in the room, mindful of the way your legs shake. A gentle kiss is placed to the crown of your head, then to the back of the hand he holds before he lets go.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he says in a low rumble, voice deepened from the makeout. His lips are swollen from all the kissing— you hope people attribute it to his fight instead of a post-fight makeout. "Sit tight here, I'll come back for you when I'm done."

Then that hunger reappears in his eyes and his smile gets the slightest bit sharper. "We'll go home and continue where we left off. I promise."

[donutfloats]

I wanna make a Gods au where the old gods didn’t get wiped out and Lamb is a god and they and Nari fall in love and combine their domains

God if life feels too on the nose for Lamb, so I think it’d actually be fun if they were the God of Seasons, or the God of Change!

Their domains would be similar in concept, as it’s “change” that leads to life and death, but it’s with life and death that things can change

A kind of circle of life thing, the two hold a key to the flow in their world

[b33tlejules]

i feel like a genius for naming my argentstep playlist GET OUT OF MY HEAD. yeah it works both ways. yes you're a telepath and i want you out of my head literally. yes im obsessed with you. yes you're always on my mind. yes this is an issue for both of us.

[kindred-spirit-93]

penelope (or how the odyssey was really written)

the title do be giving ao3 lol. wasnt at all what i was expecting! had me cackling in places & clutching my pearls in others XD

being only 23 songs its pretty quick paced and gives you mere glimpses into penelopes perspective more than anything, but all in all very groovy and enjoyable (thoughts below and ofc spoilers lol)

love the prologue! stronk start :]

prayed very hard this wasnt going to take the direction i thought it was and it didnt thank god.

BARBERSHOP QUARTET SUITORS SENT MEEEEEE

its so funny omg, same vibes as the tavern folk from rapunzel :D

gagged a little tho theyre very delulu, almost as bad as paris lol

shes gonna be miiiiiiiiiiiiiine

the note pen hits at: not this hero that i dont know made me *ascend* (theres a point or two btw where it gets a little suggestive)

WHO TF IS DAPHNE

me @ antinuous: sang it girlfriend!!!!!! giggling so hard wtf

simba walked so antinuos could run fr, when im king is a bop lol

NOT THE ANTICLEA JUMPSCARE :')))))

telemachus being eager to smash the skulls of the suitors fearing the sight of blood above all is so funny to me. poor tele XD

it took me 8 songs to realise that this was a somewhat modern setting lol, selfie with the oracle of delphi caught me so off guard

THE ODY AND TELE BONDING WE ALL DESERVED!!!!

hilarious actually really enjoyed their dynamic (we need a plan)

ody had it coming to him. get his ass penelope

a cappella suitors have my heart lol

NOT THE BEE GEES REFERENCE AHAHAH

greek tragedy joke was a little on the nose lol

i love love love the idea that penelope just swam off (naiad muffin hell yeah) and ody swam after her, which if u take into consideration the trauma of 10 years at sea its a pretty significant gesture i think

LAST NOTE IS MAJESTIC AAAAAAAA

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idk its a very interesting twist on the narration and in all fairness far too short to really flesh anyone out, but for a penelope centric musical i was expecting something something a little more?

went to look the musical up and read a little more about it and found this gem. forget everything i said this renaissance painting suffices:

THE EMO, THE GIRLYPOP, ANTICLEA JUMPSCARE II. ITS PERFECT

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oh and also tiresias ate and left no crumbs lmao, all i could think of was a cover is not the book- esque performance so i had to draw it lol (sorry its awful)

its the letter from hell song, at 03:20 . do yall see the vision?

bonus emo tiresias, hes supposed to be wearing pomegrante themed accessories idk how obvious that is lol. eh enjoy :D

[ineedahugtm]

Where is the tags on steam that goes something like “will break me emotionally” and “will give me an existential crisis” and “will have me waking away as a changed person”

[spiderin-space]

More crown-swap concepts….

[wildflowercryptid]

one of the major reasons why i went snooping through tangle tower's steam files is just so i could get hd versions of the map chibis. enjoy the squishies, everyone!

also, here's a few spoilery map chibis under the cut! ⤵

i had to enlarge the sprite on the right, but here's hunter penelope's map chibis, too.

[lavendernlilac]

”and also marking abilities” MARKING ABILITIES⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ you are NOT just moving past that one WHAT DO YOU MEAN MARKING ABILITIES IS ONE OF SCARS POWERS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ gahhhhhhhh i love them sm

LMAO okay sooooo. scar’s marking thing 👀

I’m still slowly fleshing it out but currently the thought is mating mark, because ofc. scar marks grian and it’s a claim on him, a way of telling other incubi that he’s scar’s mate. and it acts as a protection charm against other demons. so this technically isn’t an ability just for scar, but for incubi in general

I think maybe there might be one or two others because scar is a sex demon. maybe he uses his magic to place a mark on grian that makes him far more sensitive to scar’s touch, stuff like that!!

[ladyantiheroine]

Thinking of them…

[poobletoods]

a couple totally original characters not based on anything or anyone

[melverie]

I took his hair dye away