#tags work challenge.

[florbelles]

— CHARACTERS + PIRATE SHIPS.

tagged by @fourlittleseedlings​, @strafethesesinners​ & @shegetsburned​ to take this uquiz and assign the crew their spot on a pirate ship, thank you beloveds!!

sending tags to the usual suspects @unholymilf​​, @henbased​​, @adelaidedrubman​​, @belorage​, @roofgeese​, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria​, @risingsh0t​, @loriane-elmuerto​, @leviiackrman​, @shellibisshe​, @sidneypurcell​, @derelictheretic​, @minaharkers​, @jendoe​, @phillipsgraves​, @aartyom​, @gwynbleidd​, @nightbloodraelle​, @morvaris​, @ishwaris​, @denerims​, @shallow-gravy​, @indorilnerevarine​, @confidentandgood​, @teamhawkeye​, @playstationmademe​, @purplehairsecretlair​, @poetikat​, @strangefable​, @arklay​, @blissfulalchemist​, @cybilbennettgf​, @risingsh0t​, @nokstella​ & anyone can @ me xx

THE SIREN.

there’s a comb in one hand, a mirror in the other. you sit on the rocks and admire your reflection, slowly combing your kelp-green hair. the sea hurt you. no — the sailors hurt you. once, you were one of them. once, you had two legs and breathed air. but every ship you sailed on sank, or met bad weather, or did not survive an attack. your shipmates called you cursed, but you held your head high. until that night. amidst a stormy sea, your shipmates took you from your bunk, bound you hand and foot as you thrashed and screamed, and tossed your helpless body into the waves. you cursed as the seawater filled your mouth, filled your lungs, and you fought to take another breath and the world faded to black. but you did not die. you would not die, not until you had gained your revenge. so your bound legs fused into a tail, and your hands broke free of the rope, and you took in your first breath of water beneath the surf.

rejected by the land, the sea claimed you as its own. that ship is gone now. you sat o the rocks, combing your hair, and in doing so spelled its doom. but seeing it smashed and broken in the surf was not enough. not nearly. so here you sit, looking out to the distance for rotten ships and rotten sailors. and if they come close, you smile, and you wave, and you sing to them. all the while knowing you will sig them to their water grave. and you will smile the whole time.

THE BOATSWAIN.

a captain leads their crew. the first mate advises. but you're the one who actually makes things happen on this ship. when the captain gives an order to sail to some place, it's you who gives the crew their duties, to hoist or change or unfurl the sails, to man the guns, to swab the deck, to do whatever needs to be done. and you're right there alongside them, heaving and hauling and fighting just the same. the sailors put their trust in you, and you won't let them down. when they have a problem, you're the first port of call. the captain listens to you, even if you can tell she's not always paying attention. you spend your days before the mast, and your nights in a hammock slung up in the cargo hold. it's often a thankless job - the captain berates you if the crew are unruly, and the crew hate whenever you have to dole out discipline. but if you left, this ship would fall to pieces in an instant. and you love her. you love the sea. you love the job, despite it all. so you work, and you work, and you work, and you don't stop. not until the job is done. and it's never going to be done.

THE CAPTAIN.

this is your ship. oh, but you worked for it. you joined your first pirate crew when you were little older than a child, learning the language of rope and rigging and the roll and sway of the sea. from there, you worked your way up, signing onto ship after ship, tailing sailors twice your age just to learn from example how a ship is run. and learn you did. by the time you turned twenty, there wasn't a shipboard task you couldn't perform. then, one day, you had signed onto a ship under a notoriously bad captain - quick with the lash and slow with the shares. with the rest of the crew, you plotted and planned, and when the time came, you forced the captain and his officers onto an abandoned rock in the ocean, and took command yourself. drunk on victory and rum, you promised your crew that you would be a fair captain, a shrewd captain, and make them all rich. every day your head buzzes with plans and schemes, prizes more ambitious than the last. yes, every pirate's luck runs dry eventually, but they haven't caught you yet, and you're proud of that fact. so you'll raid, and you'll fight, and you'll keep shipping out. these are your seas. and you'll hold them until your body rots in the deep.

[12neonlit-stage]

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!

[ciearcab]

gouache falin

[atlanticsea]

all is fair in love and war: or, where relationships and sportsmanship intersect.

citations: challengers (2024), wikipedia (various articles), friend at court 2022 handbook of rules and regulations, gq interview.

(insp)

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

—

a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[murdrdocs]

oral (f receiving); r wears a skirt (bc i said so!); MDNI 18+ w/ UNSPECIFIED M

you knew you would end up in this position eventually.

you didn’t know how long it would take—how much he would be able to take—before you got here. you didn’t know what here would look like, if he would be so needy that he would sacrifice comfortability in his knees and kneel on a pillow, or if he would control himself enough to get you to a bed or a couch or something. but you knew, by the end of the night, the two of you would end up here.

here just happens to be sooner than you thought and in a bathroom tucked away at the end of a hall.

you joked about being in the backrooms through echoed giggles, two pairs of shoes clicking against the linoleum floors while you let him drag you around corners and down halls and eventually to a, surprisingly clean, bathroom.

he has you sitting on the counter, your upper half pushed into the mirror behind you with your lower half pushed as close to the edge as you could get. if it hadn’t been completely uncomfortable, you knew he would’ve maneuvered you until you were lying down with your lower half left hovering in the open air. but he’s kind, he’s a gentleman as he likes to remind you at least a dozen times a day.

so instead of putting you in a position that’s uncomfortable, and instead of compromising the instrument he needed for his work, he has your ass sitting on the last remaining sliver of the counter.

your skirt, the other object of his affections, has been bunched up under your waist, held there by your trembling hand. your legs spread as wide as they could go. your panties hanging off of your shoe, dangling there, threatening to fall to the ground.

it's debauched, all of it. he has things to do. he shouldn’t be here, with you, burying his head between your thighs like it’ll give him the same satisfaction that the meal waiting for him would.

but he is here. he is devouring you like you have nutritional value. and you would just be plain ungrateful if you didn’t enjoy it.

so, you do.

your back arched, your nails digging into the fabric of your skirt, your other hand pressed into the counter beneath you.

you’re trying to be quiet, refusing to let your noises echo and travel all the way down the hall. but it’s hard keeping silent when he’s doing as much as he can to generate sounds.

sucking and licking your clit, alternating between swirling his tongue around the bud. dipping his fingers into your walls, making sure you can feel the callouses on them as he gets deeper and deeper within you. even going as far as to take his fingers out, lead them to your mouth, and let you suck them clean while he dirties his own mouth, digging his tongue into your entrance and shaking his nose against your clit.

“lemme hear you,” he briefly pulls away from you to reprimand you when you clearly strangle a moan.

he reconnects his mouth to your cunt and peers up at you then, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat from this and his job. his eyes shine from the light behind you, his cheeks are still flushed, there is a particular glisten along his nose and pink lips.

you adjust your grip on the skirt and it falls onto your thighs, landing at the tops of his dark hair. he tuts, you feel the sound against you rather than hear it.

“keep it up, baby. don’t let it drop. you can do that, can’t you? there we go. just like that. you got it. ‘m almost done down here, right?”

it’s a lot. nearly too much. and it’s spurred on by what—adrenaline? the flowy skirt you decided to wear today?

it doesn’t make sense to you. but you don’t try to reason with him, not when he’s so intently focused.

you swallow, mouth suddenly dry, but muster up the courage to speak to him for the first time since he got you here. “so … you’re so … so fuckin’—“

when he responds, he’s earnest and lacking the cockiness you’re used to hearing from him. “right there? yeah? you always like it right there.”

it’s like he’s talking to himself (or maybe your cunt but that’s too much to consider when you’re already on the precipice of pleasure). you don’t have it in you to try to respond, letting his words ring out around you both. letting them sit in the air along with the smell of your cunt and his sweat, purifying the air with an aroma so uniquely you and him that you want to cement it in your brain.

really, there’s no reason to. you’ll be in a similar position in due time. as long as you wear this skirt again.

you’re close and you’re a little too enthusiastic, pushing towards him even more and when your ass almost slips off of the counter, he’s quick to help you with two thick hands against the back of your thighs.

“don’t worry. i got you, baby. i got you.”

[sun-e-chips]

We love an oblivious y/n

y/n: ( Aww, they really prioritize their guests and making their experience more personal <3

WP Sun: ( Isn’t it amazing!!! Do you love it? :D Don’t you wanna stay here forever :DDD

[darkforze]

IT'S FINALLY DONE. I don't think I'll draw for a week tbh lol

I put a lot of work into this. Reblog if you want to, it's appreciated if you do.

[transformativeworks]

AO3 Prompt Challenge All the prompts in one place!

We are reaching the end of the 15th anniversary celebration!

Here are the 15 different prompts, and the link to the Anniversary Collection. The collection will remain open until 1 Dec 2024! So you have a few more days to finish your fics!

Learning a Language together

Angel/Demonverse

Time Travel

Dreams

Parents

Working at the Same Office

Realizing They’re in Love

Pillow Talk

Roommates

Amnesia

Vacation

Masquerade

Enemies to Lovers

Witches/Warlocks

Spirits/Ghosts

Have fun!!

<3 Mod Remi

[candycatstuffs]

screencap redraw + color palette fuckery bc the hyperfixation is reaching critical levels in my neural pathways

[catboygirljoker]

ive been convinced to post this silly shitpost comic that i drew to make myself feel better while on muscle relaxers

[heartz4shauna]

dating art!! part 2 here

side note: literally have never written for a guy in this light so. don’t eat me ty x

❀ cannot keep his hands of off you!!!

❀ yall could literally be doing anything, grocery shopping, at a bar, at a restaurant, WHEREVER and one of his hands is glued to you at all times

❀ loves talking about you to patrick, who doesn’t find you interesting all that much but nods along anyway

❀ tries to act manly in front of people to impress them but absolutely melts under your touch

❀ speaking of, he lovessss when you play with his hair!!! it’s literally his weakness

❀ “hey, art? can you go do something for me really quickly?” he looks over at you and sighs, “seriously?” and you’d pet his hair and he’d fold “yeah, okay, fine.”

❀ loves spoiling you no doubt. coming home from work/college one day and there’s a necklace on your bed with a note ‘just dropped by, left this here ;)’

❀ loves to cook for you even though he’s terrible. waking up in the morning and somethings burning, so you run downstairs and he’s just like “i wanted to surprise you with breakfast..”

❀ will try to get his way no matter what though. “c’mon, baby pleaseee?” he’d whine, his sad blue eyes only need to glance at you and you give in

❀ absolutely adores when you come to his matches!!! you think it’s just common courtesy as his girlfriend, but he thinks it’s so sweet of you. you give him a little wave as he walks onto the court and his cheeks get all red

❀ “you did so good” you’d tell him and he’d try to act all cool about it “yeah, thanks, i know” but in reality he’ll think about your compliment for the rest of the month

sorry this was so short, i can’t think of anything else to write lol

[destiel-wings]

[tei-to-tei]

December 1 - Warm Drink

[fizzytoo]

harvestfest with friends <3

dali confirmed to be stealing glances at amaya and it's stressing me out so bad ‼️

[spenglerstwinkie]

Throws this at you and runs away

I’ve never drawn a mirror before nor a reflection my b🙏🙏 I also think this would’ve been a better concept if it was young Jotaro in the mirror and old man Jotaro looking but I liked my young Jotaro sketch too much and flipped it. erm……..

What is wrong with you. WHY ARE YOU BLUE.