#that grizzled seductress

[incorrect-koh-posts]

Hiiiiii! I get really shy with commenting on people's works idk why but I just wanted to say that I really really love your tiberias series! He's one of my top faves and you're the only person I have seen who writes for him! You're very talented! I can't wait for Isolt and tiberias to have some romantic scenes lol! Hope you're having a good day/night! 💓

Aww, thank you so much, kind anon - this really made my day this morning! 🤍

Yes, as far as I know, I'm the only one writing for Tiberias in the KoH fandom. Which is a bit lonely at times, but perhaps someone else will join me in my delusion someday, haha. I'm all the more happy you like my fic! There'll be plenty of romance going forward, I promise. Well, some more agonised suffering first, but then they'll move on to the wooing.

Also: no need to be shy about interacting with me / my stuff here or on AO3, I'm not in the habit of biting people :)) Have a lovely day as well!

[marcelwrites]

Listening to old Amorphis albums (mainly Tales From The Thousand Lakes) and doing some writing before I head to bed, which is already calling my name, like some nocturnal seductress. This evening I was training up some of the new blood behind the bar. It's always a trip working with an entirely new crew. I'm not old but it makes me feel like some grizzled old veteran. "You know how many New Years Eves I've survived behind the bar? You can make it through a random Friday night. I have faith in you." Last weekend I had some old timer compliment me on the Whiskey Sour I made and he came back this evening. I made him the drink, he loved it, and then offered to buy me one so I could drink it with. I was flattered but told him that I don't drink and his response was, "Just pretend it's juice", and we both laughed. Some people still get confused by the whole bartender that doesn't drink thing. It's funny because as someone that's Straight Edge I have no problem bartending, but as a vegan there's no fucking chance I'd work at a butchers or a slaughterhouse. Are the two things even comparable? Let me know. Maybe they are, or maybe it's just some sort of weird irony or synchronicity. Regardless, I need to get undressed, turn the fan on low, curl up in bed, and let the soft white noise lull me into a deep sleep. Come join me.

[thebrothershawthorne]

Ned thought for a moment, as he observed Alden's triplets, the two boys thick as thieves, seemingly connected. They wandered and spoke gibberish to one another, laughing and frowning together, and even when their fraternal sister heard them, she chimed in jubilantly in the same sing-song of words.

Then there were the precocious twin girls, as different as night and day, also seeming attached at the hip, wishing to be carried, simply to tug at his hair and bite at his cheek, hungrily.

"Ow..." and looked at the dark haired one of the fraternal twin girls, and combed her hair back, watching her inquisitively chewing on a fig before she offered the other half to him.

With a chuckle he took a little nibble, before Zinnia shoved the fig in his mouth, as she laughed in utter amusement as he coughed and chewed. "Goodness, little princess."

He stared down at her, as she went on, dancing and reaching for Calla's hands to sway together.

Arbor was a small community of people, and he admired the way Alden and Daphne ruled, together.

There was no small council, but there was the grizzled Braddock and the young upstart Silas. Good reliable men from what he could surmise. Tisha's sister Daphne was someone to consider as well, watching as the spirite of a woman held her own against the far taller men. She had ideas and she would be heard.

All their voices spoke of something. Of someone. And this person was not alone.

In his dreams, he saw the seductress, trying to weave through his thoughts, and desires, and extract anything viable.

While Braddock, Silas, Alden and Daphne conversed, he spoke, "He is not alone. This threat, this man, he is not working alone. There is a woman."

Alden glanced to the others, with a confused furrow of his brow, "A woman?"

"Yes, tall, a brunette...womanly...voluptuous." and felt his cheeks reddened, "she is...I think she is using...magic." and brushed a hand against the back of his neck.

Alden shot a look to Daphne and Tisha, trying to find a way to save him from a future walloping from Tisha, "It is possible." And leaned forward, elbows on his knees and he braced one hand against one another, "If Ned is right, then we need an arsenal of our own."

Ned couldn't agree more, and with a grim expression, he reached for Tisha's hand. "Promise me, you will keep safe. " and brought her hand to his lips. "Please My English Rose."

[lordjenjen-writes-trash]

FUN WITH ALLITERATION

Tumblr is being fucky. This is NSFW. I've posted this before on an old account but have it again.

Make an alphabet book that's just shit like this.

A) Alpha Stan's ass actually ascends for action.

B) Butters' Beautiful butt enjoys bottoming.

C) Clyde climaxes on cocks.

D) David's dick directly descends down Damian's damned dip

E) Everyone enjoys Eric's enraged hole.

F) Furkle's Fist Fucking Friday Festival is fun for friends.

G) Grampa Marsh grinds on Granny Stotch’s grizzled gash.

H) Henrietta has horsewhips for hurting harlots.

I) Imp Tweek imagines encasing the Incan idiot in inter-corse.

J) Jimmy jerks jizz on jiggling juggs.

K) Kenny and Kyle come, kicking kilo's of cum on Kevin's Klingon costume.

L) Lesley laughs, licking Lexi's lady love.

M) Mike and Michael match pace, making Pete moan mercilessly.

N) Naughty naked noirettes nibble nipple nubs.

O) Orange overcoat orgy opens oval orifices orally.

P) Pete presents perfect penetration practices for people's particular preferences by penetrating poor Pips perfectly plump prostariare, push prostate every passing.

Q) Quiet, quick quips over qualms of coitus queefs.

R) Red's red rump regularly receives rimming and ramming.

S) Stan sends sexy self-service snap to sultry seductress.

T) Tweek tantalizingly tongues Tucker's taint, traveling towards tighter trenches while Tourette Thomas tickles Tucker's tool.

U) Bebe urges unattached unit unto Clyde unexpectedly.

V) Vindictive vagina very violently violate vulnerable virile virgins.

W) Wendy watching wanting Cartman wale and writhe in woe, worried over his wee weiner.

X) Xylophone

Y) Yacht yaoi yields Token's yummy yogurt.

Z) Zombie Kenny zealously zooms in on Jimmy's zipper.