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[acaciapines]

Five Pebbles is consumed by his own Rot, and dies. Or, that's what he assumed would happen, but instead he wakes again, bound to the cycle, trapped in a body that is not his own, and perhaps this is his solution: a mobile body, capable of bringing him down to the Void Sea, where he can finally, finally, find his peace. But his so-called sister has never been able to just let him rest. (Pebbles, Moon, and the Artificer: a story about surviving, old mistakes, and the families built in the strangest of places.)

she is HERE!!!!! my rain world fic!!! finally got around to doing the final edits and now its up to posting. you KNOW your local nonhuman author had to write a slugcat pebbles fic. who do you think i am. i hear the siren's call.

i hope you enjoy! this one was real fun to write :3

[allmoshnobrain]

TODAY I ENTERED TUMBLR WITH 100% SURE THAT NORE WILL CHOOSE DAVE IN THE NEW EPISODE..

THEN I READ THE NEW EPISODE AND OH MY GOD.

(team jamie 4ever)

they just needed a little happiness after everything I put them through lol I'm glad you liked it, love! 💗

[cry-baby139]

The second to last chapter of my fanfic is here! :) As always, I really hope you like this chapter and please please let me know if you did! :)

Here’s a short preview:

“We’re meant to be,” Squilliam whispered to himself, “And I won’t let anyone ruin that.” Not a sponge, nor stupid feelings, no, nothing at all. He’d be good – no, perfect – for Squidward. He’d make him so happy he’d have no other choice than to exclusively love him back.

That’s it! The final chapter will be posted in two weeks, see you then! <3

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[stageturn]

(slides u a jon) got time for a draw this in your style?

use #stageturnDTIYS to participate :D

HAVE FUN!!!!! (closeups under the cut :3)

and here's the actual doodle of s1 Jon

[sparkleofstardust]

in light of the recent news that Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi has been found dead after a helicopter crash you might be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why are so many people celebrating his death??' and i'm here to answer that!

to fully understand what's going on we need to look into Iran's history: when the Iranian revolution in 1979 happened the authoritarian king who was ruling at that time was overthrown, but the ensuing power vacuum lead to the islamic regime seizing power and establishing Iran as an islamic republic

the following years were incredibly cruel to the Iranian people; thousands of people (especially minorities) have been protesting against the strict islamic regime leading to many being jailed, tortured and executed.

and this is where Raisi played a big part: in 1988 he was part of a committee that ordered the execution of thousands of political prisoners who were protesting the islamic regime, earning himself the title of "the butcher of tehran"

do not be fooled by what the state media wants you to believe, the Iranian people are celebrating his death. he was a cruel mass murderer who has destroyed the lives of thousands of people, his death should be used as a time to mourn for all the suffering he has caused, and bring new attention to the political prisoners still being held in Iranian prisions today

because sadly the fight is far from over. many of you have probably heard of the murder of Mahsa Jina Amini back in 2022, causing a new wave of nationwide protests and establishing the "woman, life, freedom" movement. the regime has gotten increasingly cruel in their treatment of the Iranian people, especially women, but the people of Iran are not deterred and keep fighting for a free Iran.

if you want to know how you can help, please keep talking about us. the one thing the regime hates is international attention, and in the past it has been proven that international pressure has stopped the regime from executing various political prisoners. people like Toomaj Salehi are under imminent threat of execution and spreading their names could save their lives. so whether you share social media posts or talk to your family and friends about what is happening in Iran, anything helps 🙏🏼

jin, jiyan, azadi ✌🏼

[xitsensunmoon]

He's a bit too excited to see you clock in

[torsamors]

On Seatbelts and Sunsets - Hanif Abdurraqib

[cheesit-notes]

"s'fucking small"

lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.

tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?

a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)

ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)

loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.

when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.

slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.

an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.

god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.

[acaciapines]

An epilogue, featuring Homura and Amy.

cannot believe we are here. hope you enjoy!

[jaylver]

THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER I HAD WHILE READING MIDNIGHT RAIN

I WAS KICKING MY FEET AMD READY TO BEAT UP JAKE 😡😡😡 BUT IT WAS SO MAD CUTE 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 THE MASTERPIECE IT WAS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😩😩😩 jake >>>>>

THANK YOU!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it 🫶🥹 ngl i was mad at jake too while writing it so i totally get you 😭

[cinnamoncatto]

Pose study + i tried out a new brush

[jccatstudios]

Six of Crows: A Comic Adaptation

Part 1, Chapter 3

Page 55

END OF CHAPTER 3

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Bonus Artwork

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[vsenyatargaryen]

perfect reaction pics🤣

Can’t Be Tamed

Harwin Strong overhears some passing comment you make in the tavern about knights and is duty bound to prove you wrong.

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Warnings; 18+, smut, swearing, bratty!reader, hair pulling, spanking, biting, rough sex,oral, degradation kink, softy ending💕

W/C; 2,094 (was going to be just a Drabble but this guy got me in a chokehold👀)

“What do you think of Ser Harwin? Isn’t he handsome? What I would give for a night with a knight,” one of your friends working in the tavern swooned, making you glance over your shoulder with a smile at the dark haired, bearded man she was speaking about before turning your attention back to her.

“I hear men of the king are more suited to battle than being lovers. I doubt Ser ‘Breakbones’ is any different,” you told her, having a drink as she laughed and got back to her work, leaving you alone at the table.

“Is that so?” A familiar voice spoke, and you looked up to see Harwin Strong towering over you.

He was both handsome and confident in his stance, his beard and dark hair framing his face perfectly. It often took your breath away just catching his gaze across the room.

“Are you just talking from gossip or experience?” He questioned.

“Perhaps both,” you let a small smile pass your lips. “Though it isn’t ladylike to discuss it.”

Harwin Strong smirked and took a seat opposite you before picking up your cup and finishing the remains. The simple act showed his authority in a way that made you need to press your thighs together.

He licked his lips as he put the empty cup down, watching you intently as his gaze ran over your chest, breasts snug against the tight material of your dress, and back up to your face.

“I don’t see a lady here,” he challenged.

You huffed a laugh and leaned in close to him, giving him an ample view of your cleavage and relishing in the way his eyes darkened.

“I’m just some lowly tavern girl. I guess the princesses and ladies you see have cunts made of gold.”

The way his jaw clenched let you know you’d struck the final blow. You loved playing this game with him, seeing how far until he would break. With a sarcastic smile, you walked away, a purpose in your steps as you added a sway to your hips, drawing the attention of many of the tavern goers.

You had just reached your room at the top of the stairs when a strong arm wrapped around your chest from behind, pushed you into the room and pressed you up against the wall, front first.

“They could have your head for saying such a thing,” Harwin murmured against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your skin. The closeness between you made your stomach flip in anticipation.

You could feel the firm bulge pressing through his pants against your lower back, knowing he was enjoying your antics as much as you were.

“Would you tell the King yourself?”

“Fuck,” he growled, “you really are a brat.”

Harwin stepped away to kick the door shut before his hands were on you again, this time hiking up your skirts and undoing his buckle.

“I can promise you, I’m just as good in battle as I am a lover,” he smiled, quickly pulling down his pants and taking his cock in his hand before running it through your damp folds, enjoying your whimpers and how wet you were for him.

“I don’t often enjoy the screams of war, but hearing you scream when I fuck you? There’s nothing like it.”

You swore you could come undone just from his word alone. With your palms against the wall, you moved your hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his girth teasing you but wanting more. Wanting him inside of you.

“Uh uh,” he grabbed your hair and roughly tugged your head back to stop you, making you cry out,

“Fuck!”

“Such a foul mouth,” he chuckled. “You have some manners to learn.”

“I thought you liked my manners,” you managed to grit out.

“Oh, I do.” Harwin smirked in between pressing kisses to your cheek and down your neck, his grip on your hair loosening as his kisses grew rougher, teeth grazing over the soft skin of your neck before he bit down and sucked a mark against it.

You sighed, content, your fingers reaching back to thread through his hair as he repeated the action. You enjoyed it when he marked you, just as much as he did. The feel of it, the sight when you looked in the mirror, the knowledge it was him.

“You want this?” He moved his hips forward to highlight his question, the head of his cock brushing your clit and you nodded with fervour.

“Yes. Please, Harwin.”

“Then get on your knees.”

You obliged and turned slowly, eyes holding his gaze as you lowered to your knees, mouth salivating at the sight of his cock waiting for you. He was blessed with both girth and length, plus the knowledge of how to use it so you would scream his name to the Gods.

Harwin pulled off his over shirt as you took his cock in your hands, slowly stroking him as you marvelled at the sight of his now naked body, his chest coated in dark wisps of hair.

"Enjoying the view from down there?" He smirked.

"Always," you told him before pressing your lips to the head of his cock, the taste of precum on your tongue as you gave him a small lick and teased your way down one side of his shaft while your hands massaged his balls.

You couldn't see his face just then, but he was looking at you with pure admiration and hunger, holding back on just fucking your mouth and having his way with you.

That could wait a little longer.

"I wonder," you hummed and pulled back for a moment, making Harwin frown. "Do the other men who serve the king have cocks made of gold?"

He took hold of your chin and tilted your head up so you met his gaze. There was a dark amusement in his eyes at the way you were baiting him.

"You don't want any other man," he answered.

You bit your lip. "Maybe not, but I wouldn't mind some gold."

He chuckled, using his free hand to take his cock and brush the head against your lips, urging you to open your mouth.

You were happy to, savouring the feel of his cock in your mouth as he slowly thrust back and forth, groaning at the sensation.

You braced your hands against his strong thighs as he picked up the pace, the head hitting the back of your throat as you moaned around him, your own arousal dripping between your thighs.

“Nothing to say now?” He said with a smirk and slightly ragged breath, gathering your hair out of your face and holding it in his grip, forcing you to look up at him, saliva dripping down your chin.

“Look at you, such a messy bitch for me. Anyone would think you’re just some common whore.”

You whined around him in response, making him growl.

"That's what you're good for, isn't it? Being my whore. You think any other man could make you come undone like I do? That they could make you scream?"

You wanted to submit, to tell him you only wanted him, that you would be anything he wanted you to be, but all you could do was whimper desperately around his cock.

"That's right. My good little whore," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as you gagged around his shaft.

By the way he was losing all composure, you knew he was close. Gods know you could just come undone from seeing him reach pure bliss himself, from letting him use you like this.

You gasped for air when Harwin suddenly pulled your mouth off him, giving you a mere moment before he hauled you up and over his broad shoulder.

Your mind was in a momentary daze as he put you down on the bed and reached beneath your pillow, a flicker of silver passing your gaze as he pulled out the knife hidden beneath. The same knife he had given you for protection in the streets of silk.

You held your breath in anticipation, enamoured by the wide grin on his face as he straddled your lap and cut through the cloth of your dress, tossing the shredded material aside.

Part of you wanted to scold him for ruining yet another piece of clothing, but you were too worked up and needy from the whole ordeal to care enough.

Throwing the knife to the floor, he leaned down, grabbed your face and kissed you hard, all tongue and teeth, hot and all consuming- like he was feeding a feral hunger. A hunger for you.

The kiss ended almost as quickly as it started, making you mourn the loss. Before you could say anything, Harwin grabbed you by the hips and turned you on to your stomach.

He manoeuvred your body as he wished, your knees bent beneath you and bare ass up in the air as he stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you from behind.

You knew he would be able to see how wet you were for him, exposed like this. The anticipation of his next move had you pressing your thighs together in desperate need of some relief.

You jilted forward with a gasp when he swatted your ass before you felt his thick fingers run between your folds before gently rubbing at your clit, the bundle of nerves oh so sensitive.

"Fuck, you really are drenched," Harwin sounded prideful, continuing his teasing as you let your forehead drop to rest on your arm, lost in the bliss.

Your shallow breathing turned into a long moan when he eased two fingers inside of you and started moving them in and out with ease, given how wet you were ~ all because of him.

It took little time for you to cum, his skilled fingers seeking out your first release like it was a rehearsed dance. The man knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to play your body to his tune. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

The knight gave you no time to recover from the pleasured haze, removing his fingers and sucking them clean before gripping your hips and entering you from behind. The full feeling as he stretched you was like no other, taking your breath away and reigniting a sure fire in your belly.

His grunts and groans were almost animalistic as he started moving his hips back and forth, the head of his cock reaching deeper than any other man could. You could barely understand your own voice as you chanted desperate pleas and moans for him, making Harwin chuckle darkly,

“Just a bitch in a heat and everyone here will know it. I want to hear you scream..”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, his next thrust rough and purposeful as he brought one his hands around your front to rub at your clit and the other to hold you down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cried out, gripping onto the sheets hard enough to make your knuckles ache while Harwin continued to pound into you, the bed squeaking and smacking against the wall under the force.

Even without the added noise, you knew the moans and debauched sounds of his cock sinking into your dripping pussy and skin slapping against skin would be enough to give away what was going on upstairs in the tavern.

The multitude of pleasure rose through you like a storm, a scream of your lover's name left your lips as your eyes rolled back and you came hard. Harwin kept up his pace as your cunt pulsed around him, the feeling all consuming for the both of you.

It wasn’t long until his thrusts stuttered to a halt and he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming with a loud grunt.

Time seemed to slow as the bliss settled over you. You wished time would stop forever.

You let out a small whimper at the loss when Harwin removed himself, the remnants of your release running down your thighs before you felt the scruff of his beard scratch against your neck as he leant down to kiss the visible mark he’d left on your skin earlier, a gentle touch that had your heart leap in your chest.

Harwin moved to lie on his back beside you with a bright smile that matched yours as your eyes met.

“How do I compare, my love?” He asked.

You reached a hand to cup his face, still smiling. “Not bad, for a knight.”

[commsroom]

the u.s.s. horrible unending nightmare 💥 (once again from the incredible @hehearse)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 295

So, maybe Danny should have been more specific when he said he wanted to get reincarnated, because this? Is not an ideal situation. 

See he’s fine with being a clone, really, but uh, apparently the scientists want to terminate him- which, like dude, he’s not even melting or actively dying! So what if he failed at their tests, his body is three, give him a break! 

Well, at least it’s given him certainty in getting out, because these are Not good people. He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt and- hold up, another clone? Brother? Two brothers? One aged up, one in the middle of it- since his own aging-up failed past three? 

Oh hell no, they can’t experiment on his brothers, those are his brothers and living people just as much as he is! Time to break out- and he’s taking those papers thank you- and gonna’ grab his… he’s gonna’ call them his triplets because they’re the same age, just aged differently. 

Now hold his hand, they’re runnin’ to the mountai- oh thank fuck, the physically-oldest of them can fly. To the mountains while they have the cover of night and they can figure things out. At least his life isn’t boring yet…