#testing the waters and stuff

[einsteinsugly]

That 70s Show: A Fic Game!

Explanation:

Write a oneshot (or oneshots), in the month of November, using these prompts (aka, titles from popular 70s songs). You can pick whatever on whatever day you want; this is just a general guide. Tag it "t7sficgame," if you'd like.

*****

Rules (aka, there are no rules):

1. It doesn't have to take place in the 70s.

2. The prompt doesn't have to be in dialogue (although it's preferred, since I picked these song titles for their potential to be used in dialogue); prose is fine.

3. Post it here, or post it on AO3 or FF. Or everywhere. Take your pick.

****

Prompts:

Nov 1. Do It Again (Steely Dan)

Nov 2. Don't Look Back (Boston)

Nov 3. Don't Stop (Fleetwood Mac)

Nov 4. For All We Know (Carpenters)

Nov 5. I Can't Tell You Why (The Eagles)

Nov 6. I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)

Nov 7. I'll Be There (Jackson 5)

Nov 8. Isn't She Lovely (Stevie Wonder)

Nov 9. It's Too Late (Carole King)

Nov 10. Just What I Needed (The Cars)

Nov 11. Just You 'N Me (you can use "and me") (Chicago)

Nov 12. Let It Be (The Beatles)

Nov 13. Let's Go (The Cars)

Nov 14. Let's Stay Together (Al Green)

Nov 15. Love Of My Life (Queen)

Nov 16. Maybe I'm Amazed (Paul McCartney)

Nov 17. Miss You (The Rolling Stones)

Nov 18. More Than a Feeling (Boston)

Nov 19. One Way Or Another (Blondie)

Nov 20. She's Gone (Hall & Oates)

Nov 21. So Into You (Atlantic Rhythm Section)

Nov 22. Stayin' Alive (you can use "staying alive") (Bee Gees)

Nov 23. Take It Easy (The Eagles)

Nov 24. Thank You (Sly and the Family Stone/Led Zeppelin)

Nov 25. This Is It (Kenny Loggins)

Nov 26. Walk This Way (Aerosmith)

Nov 27. What's Going On (Marvin Gaye)

Nov 28. Won't Get Fooled Again (The Who)

Nov 29. You're My Best Friend (Queen)

Nov 30. You're So Vain (Carly Simon)

[yaoidaughteryurison]

For what its worth

Clementine Von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" // Unsourced // EvboYT, Parkour civilisation pt.2 // inanotheruniverse

[anemonet]

[Outtake from iterator Prosperity of Populace final speach to her citizen before its disassembly.]

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[sleepsart]

Hello DC community ... Hi... Handing this over as a peace offering

[beumdi]

birth of the self

[savorypink]

sweetener

to celebrate a certain milestone, you attempt to bake a cake.

smut. loosely based on an ask + an ariana song.

“They’re in the chat talking about how pretty you look. Dunno if you saw.”

 You can hear the smile in Alex’s voice as you continue to whisk the cake batter in the mixing bowl. In honor of recently hitting a milestone in subscribers, you proposed baking a cake. The audience received you very warmly; though you and Alex both had your worries, things couldn’t be going any better than they are now. Once the batter is smooth, you pull the whisk out, giving it a few kitten licks.

“And you said no one would want to watch me bake,” you say with your hands on your hips.

Alex moves from behind the camera to stroll into the kitchen, sitting on the counter behind you. “I said no one would watch if you still had your clothes on. We came to an agreement about that, though.”

You and Alex had agreed that you’d at least wear an apron and some panties. He fought hard for you to wear little to nothing, ultimately putting your comfort first and his desires last. You like to save his favorite costumes and lingerie for when the cameras aren’t rolling anyway.

“I guess I’m not that pretty then, huh?” You faux pout, turning to him. Alex hops off the counter, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. You immediately fall back into his embrace, the musk of his cologne and the candied scent of your perfume still clinging to his shirt from the night prior.

“Nonsense. You’re beautiful.” He coos in your ear, peppering your neck with wet kisses. He isn’t throwing you off intentionally, but you don't remember what you were doing until you get a whiff of the batter and see multiple heart emojis spamming the chat. You dip your finger into the bowl, clearing your throat to get Alex to stop.

“Try it. I think it might be my best.”

Lifting the batter-dipped finger to his lips, Alex’s eyes remain locked on yours as he takes the digit into his mouth. As you expected, his mouth lingers longer than expected, slowly pulling the finger out of his warm mouth, equally in part to rile you up and get the audience excited. You hate that it’s working.

“That’s good, babe.” The laptop chimes a familiar sound, informing you that you’ve received a donation. Alex inches closer to the screen with you still in his arms, his erection shamelessly against your ass; you wiggle against him as he squints to read the message attached to the donation. He gives your ass a small smack when his voice gets shaky.

“Stop that. What does “down bad” mean? Why are they “down bad” for us?”

“It means they love us,” you giggle. Your innocent wiggles grow harsher, reveling in the feeling of Alex’s sweatpants against your core. You feel your apron beginning to loosen, Alex undoing the bow you perfected on the back of it. 

“So it’s a compliment. What do we say when we get compliments?” It took him long enough; one of his hands comes up to massage your breasts while the other dips into your soaked panties, wasting no time thrusting his fingers in your cunt. You fall back against him once more, your legs opening wider.

“Mmm. Thank you,” you breathe, licking your dry lips.

His fingers leave your core, and before you can whine about the emptiness, the fingers enter your mouth. You moan around his knuckles, your tongue swirling around the fingers, savoring every last drop of your wetness.

“Good girl. My girl is so pretty and kind, yeah?” His fingers go farther down your throat, your panties itching to come off. “She deserves a reward for baking for you today. Doesn’t she?”

You don’t need the viewers' agreement; he’ll reward you regardless. His fingers pop out your mouth to remove your apron, dropping it on the tile below you. Your panties slide off next, stepping out of them with shaky legs. Alex pats the countertop behind him, gesturing for you to sit on it. Before you can move, he picks you up by the hips and places you there himself. You can hardly contain your laughter as he attacks your body with kisses, the pecks turning into small nips and bites as he goes further down your body.

“Open up for me.”

You spread your legs apart, the cold marble of the countertop raising goosebumps on your thighs. Alex moves out of frame so the camera can view your core unobstructed. More donations pour in, and the chat seems never-ending. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, marveling as your slick drips onto the countertop, watching your core tighten around nothing.

“Screenshots tend to last longer,” he jokes. “They may love you, but not as much as I do.”

You run your fingers through his hair, disheveling it further. “I know. Now get to work.”

Alex licks a long, languid stripe up your core, your toes curling inward as your grip on his hair tightens. He begins lapping at your core, every bump on his tongue intensifying his licks and suckles, your hips nudging into his eager mouth. You look towards the laptop with blurry lenses, not comprehending a single word on the screen.

Every swerve and curve of his tongue becomes more relentless by the passing second, your moans fueling the fire in the pit of his stomach. He massages your trembling thighs with one hand while the other palms at the dent in his sweatpants, his thumb ghosting over his clothed tip. With his eyes shut, his mouth continues its blissful offense on your cunt, his long lashes sitting pretty on along his eyelids.

The computer dings some more, though you aren’t too focused on it since your heart is pounding in your ears. The heat in your core and stomach is undeniable, your hips beginning to roll against Alex’s mouth, your release in your sights. Alex’s technique eventually becomes sloppy, switching from suckling and licks to darting his tongue inside you. His tongue, hot and wet, strokes your walls heavenly as you clench around his tongue for the final time. Along with your core, every part of you feels numb, your pants becoming heavier as Alex continues to mouth at your cunt, in search of his release. You pat his head as encouragement, smiling down at him in a daze.

“You look so hot, Al.”

He grunts against your cunt, your words albeit small, yet effective in getting him over the edge. Treading your hands through his sweaty locks, your cunt swells at the sight of the wet spot in his sweats. His lips glisten under the glow of the kitchen lights, plump and swollen as he licks away your slick from his lips.

“You’re better than any fuckin’ cake.”

[skruttet]

new mv park characters debuting this winter!! 👀

[carehounds]

Customizing the theme and made a handful of images :^) going to make the curs downloadable someday for anyone who wants to invite red guy to live in their blog .

[pencilgutz]

I really need to stop staying up so late at night

I may or may not have an AU preheating in the oven rn

man Pirates and Cruises are so cool am I right

Close ups under the cut :]

I think @xinnamonbun would enjoy this greatly

i would also like to thank @trifluoperazine for helping me get ideas

[khadgarbignaturals]

BLIZZARD!!! MAKE AN UNDERWATER ZONE THATS ACTUALLY GOOD AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

wanna ask how you feel about the eridan bpd headcanon/theory(?? not sure what to call it!) you're so good at your character analysis and i'd love to see your outlook on it

Since I don't have a degree or any formal training in psychology, I feel deeply uncomfortable diagnosing characters. I've made an autism joke before but only because I'm on the spectrum. He's definitely traumatized and anxious, but I mean those as descriptors of his behavior rather than capital-D Diagnoses. I try to focus on those when I can - the cause and effect of cognition, self-image, and behavior - and those factors may very well match up with DSM criteria, but I try not to touch an actual diagnosis with a ten foot pole unless the author has explicitly stated that X character has Y condition.

[quinn-pop]

it’s cringe day Wednesday let’s get silly

pretty sure these guys own the term partners?? romantically, platonically…they fight together, they fight each other, they have a bond that shook the heavens, AND they have parallel arcs?? wow…good for them

[lunarfey]

mutuals, please like or comment on this post if you're okay with me sending you shippy / spicy memes that you've reblogged.

[moeblob]

Surgery is at 9:45 (finally, thank the heavens cause I'm going insane here at how bad hospital communication is) so! Pen doodles before I'm drugged up on anesthesia.

OCs of mine as a comfort in my suffering (and it's easier in pen bc they're boring designs unlike fanart I'd want to draw).

[captainsplat]

im mentally ill. because of roblox cartoons