#these are... tame-ish?

[eirenical]

These are STUNNING and I recognized the first two immediately. They're by "皮一下打不着再皮一下真的" on Xiaohongshu and the two pictures in question are: 【刀花】(comb your hair) and 【刀花】大婚1 (Wedding 1)

The third one, I'm sad to say my reverse image search capabilities have failed me and I can't find it. OP, do you have a link to that one?

There was a post about a ship between Li Xiangyi and Shan Gudao and this is what i picture in my mind

Tell me i'm not the only one

(credit to the artists)

[playfully-sadistic]

Time to break down some common sub phrases and what they're really wanting to tell you, baby doms! And don't worry, they'll absolutely deny this, but trust me... Their blushes are quite the confirmation.

"You have nice hands" meaning "I want your fingers in my mouth, in my hole(s), around my throat, bruising my waist, thighs, ass and chest, holding my hands together on my back or above my hand, and also used to slap me across my face :)"

"I like your voice" meaning "Please call me disgusting, degrading things while I'm on my knees for you, and also praise me and call me cute, endearing things, or threaten me or tell me what you wanna do to me, just fuck, please, don't stop talking."

"Make me" meaning "Please show me that you can handle me when I'm challenging your dominance, show me that you can shut me up when I'm being provocative and difficult and bratty, please, show me that you know how to make me feel owned and submissive, even when I act like I'm in charge. Show me you're in charge, remind me, remind me your worth my submission."

"You don't own me" meaning "Fuck, I'm begging you to show me that you own me, I need to be reminded, treat me like your property, yours yours yours yours."

*incoherent whiny noises* meaning that you're doing everything perfectly, keep it up, hehe, and don't ever think of stopping before they're a fully melted, whimpering mess.

"It hurts" meaning "This is turning me on so much, please, don't stop, please, keep hurting me."

"It's too much, please stop, this is so embarrassing" meaning "I love when you embarrass me, it makes me so horny, I love being made to feel needy and perverted by you, don't stop."

"Stop praising me like I'm a pet" meaning "Please praise me like I'm a pet - put me in ears and a tail, and a collar and a leash while you're at it."

"Gross, are you really into that?" meaning "That's so hot, fuck, I'm into it too."

[sky-kiss]

Raphael/Tav (Reader): Indulgence

A/N: I dunno. Had an urge. Here's a lil nothing.

Shall he be honest, mouse?

Sex is not one of those concepts upon which he lingers. It is an all too human urge, sated by demons, indulged only by the more indolent of devil-kin. Raphael recognizes its power, of course—he is neither ignorant nor blind.

But oh, there are sweeter delights. The sort of things mortals could only dream of, akin to colors outside their limited perspective. What was sex compared to a star’s light going out after dimming over a thousand years? What was sex beside a deal well negotiated? A kingdom falling? The screams of thousands as they begged for deliverance, only for the gods to turn a deaf ear? 

The answer, sweetling: it was nothing at all. 

It does not keep him from taking his pleasure with Haarlep. 

Or with you.

And there is a renewed thrill in having you, pet. Lacking the grace, finesse, and breadth of knowledge of his incubus, but better for the novelty. You scream so prettily when he bites your shoulder, hissing and clawing at him with no pretense. You still yelp when he pushes into your body, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. You thrash and lose your rhythm—so blessedly undone, all by his hand. 

So weak. So mortal. 

You don’t taste like sweet poison when he kisses you. No, sweetling, you are decaying leaves and the passage of time. You are a guttering candle, piteous and small beside his flame. You are such a little, little thing. So low—so beneath him. 

Raphael hitches your legs higher around his hips, head tipped back, groaning into the overheated air. Sweat glistening on your skin, belly, and breasts, a patchwork of kiss-sucked bruises. You are spent beyond the telling of it, must be, but…

You rock your hips against him, inviting him to continue, eyes still lit with the challenge. More, it says. You can survive more. 

It’s the challenge he likes, Raphael supposes. The indomitable beauty of the mortal spirit: rising to meet adversity and its betters. 

He will break you, must break you. He is better, and he must. 

You scream for him, clinging, his name rapturous on your tongue.

But you are not broken. No, not yet. You're still staring up at him that damnable look. Bloodied but not broken. Spent, but not obedient.

It will not do.

It is a simplistic battle, yes. But Raphael will not rest until he might call himself victorious.

[chiprewington]

There comes times where other toons break in, assume Perry's being held captive, and attempt to fight the big bad Chainsaw Consultant in order to "free" em. In the event of this, Perry usually portholes away back to the playground, and at first would wait until the following day to come back.

Eventually, this turned into coming back in once the coast was clear and there was no longer any revving behind closed doors.

When that first happened, eir efforts to offer help- extending a gloved hand to clean off the smears of frosting, or just help tidy the office, ey were immediately met with the sole command to leave.

No eye contact was made.

Ey complied.

It'll be better, tomorrow.

[zorosdimples]

i’m thinking about asmo constantly finding reasons to shove his pretty, bi-colored nails into your mouth.

it begins innocently enough: some whipped cream gets on your cheek while you’re hanging out together at a new café that’s all over devilgram. asmo nonchalantly swipes up the fluffy morsel with his thumb and presses it to your lips (“oops!” he giggles). you’re a little taken aback by the gesture, but you can’t deny him—not when he wears his saccharine smile that crinkles his rose gold eyes. so you wrap your lips around his perfectly manicured digit, gently licking up the cream.

what you don’t know at the moment—but discover months later as he thrusts his fingers down your throat while lapping hungrily at your chest—is that you’ve opened up a world of oral delights with the avatar of lust.

[ryeallytired]

I (partially) finished my bookcloth dustjacket designs for the first two BBC Merlin books!

(if folks want, once I finish all the designs, I can make a how-to post for making these for your own merlin books)

Symbols:

For The Dragon's Call, the top two are supposed to look like two sides of an old style coin that was stamped with the symbols that appear on Excalibur in the show. The bottom two are chains in reference to Kilgharrah (and something something the chains of destiny and knowing how it "should be" or smthing...)

Valiant was a little harder, not as much to pull from. So it gets crossed swords for the tournament that's taking place, with the dog statue's head as the bottom symbols.

[acediee]

Monster hunter commission featuring Sharp's OCs Luntia and Atsu! Thank you so much for commissioning me!

[crystallineconflict]

arcelia buys a maid uniform. it goes about as well as expected. (by coco100iluvya)

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

woe trans fwhip headcannons be upon ye. not pictured is fwhip going home and immediately taking the empires equivalents of an "am i gay" and "am i trans" quiz.

[Image ID: A three panel comic on a light blue background.

Panel 1 shows Fwhip, a young white trans man wearing a victorian lolita dress that is black with a white breast panel, black lace, and a red brooch. It has a high and ruffle-y collar. He has a short red bob, green eyes, and freckles. He has a neutral expression and is looking to the side. There are two arrows pointing to him with text. The first arrow reads: "Fwhip, 16, visiting Pixandria for the first time." The second arrow reads: "Hasn't figured it out yet but [drawing of the gay flag] + [drawing of the trans flag]".

Panel 2 shows Pix, a young tan person wearing a long tan jacket, copper shoulder armor, a brown undershirt, and gold dangly earrings. They are also wearing a pointy copper crown. He has dark brown eyes, dark brown hair that is kept in a ponytail draped over their right shoulder, and a beard. They are smiling and waving. There are two arrows pointing to them with text. The first reads: "Pix, 21, certified pretty boy (gn)". The second arrow depicts the aro ace flag and the agender flag.

Panel 3: Fwhip is looking up at Pix with star eyes and shocked expression. Pix is looking down at him with a smile. There is an arrow pointing to Fwhip reading "just had multiple awakenings". There is an arrow pointing to Pix reading "knows full well but is gonna let this happen naturally". End ID]

[playfully-sadistic]

Yes, yes, your bratting is cute, very convincing, could've mistaken you for a dom even, but quick question, how fast can you run, for how long, and how quiet can you keep your breath afterwards while you're hiding in a confined space?

Oh, what's wrong? I was merely asking hypothetically, of course, don't worry, little fawn.

[sins-of-the-sea]

//God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to not draw my ladies in the Don Bluth style because holy shit, his ladies are so fucking lovely and CUTE-

[shamemp3]

ill tell you one thing i didnt like about the spiderman ps5. Why is peter not a dick

[lunammoon]

having a Doctor Who OC is so fun because you can literally come up with whatever high-concept backstory you want for them and give them nearly whatever ability you please and literally no one can say shit about it because no matter how bananas your homemade blorbo's background is, it's unlikely to be out of the realm of plausibility. Not just like, by EU standards, but by the standards of stuff that exists in the show that's on TV.

[ralofofriverwoods]

Gotta say. I make a lot of social blunders for someone that has supposedly optimized their build

[phosphorus-noodles]

mooom the gay alter is saying things in the tags again

[cambius]

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ @itsalcngstory 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ﹕ [ STILL ]  our muses are cuddling ,  receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.  ( Nysa! )

it’s not as though nysa was receiving mixed signals , because nepharia had been laying it on pretty thick how interested she was. how interested she is. the flirting had been shameless , and blatant on nepharia’s part. and the young cambion knows better , she can hear her mother’s nagging voice in the back of her head , warning her. but this is all so new , in more ways than one. the devil is exuberantly overwhelmed by the excitement of this entire adventure ( regardless of how utterly terrifying and dangerous it has certainly been so far ) , and the people she’s met— — for a while , nepharia thought she might not ever have a chance like this , to meet people , and experience things. and now nysa ﹕ it’s like the gensai was sculpted by the gods themselves , with divinity’s hand.

nepharia wanted to be this close to her. it hardly started as merely innocent cuddling , there was always something a bit more suggestive behind nepharia’s tone. and she knew better , she knows better. but she also knows that she’s never tried this with a person who shares in the same certain … anatomy. maybe it wouldn’t work the same way ? the same deadly way. but is it worth it to risk it ? without nysa even being aware of what nepharia is ? no— — nysa at the very least deserves to know. before anything begins.

but the desire in the air … nysa’s budding desire , it is almost blindly intoxicating. her first taste of lust in years , and already nepharia is weak to temptation. weak to the way the gensai’s strong hands feel , caressing her hellish physique over the tantalizingly thin fabric of her silk nightgown as they lie together in the grass , beneath the dark sky full of stars. and the moon is big and bright enough tonight , reflecting in the gorgeous , magical cracks throughout nysa’s flesh. and against her better judgement , nepharia scoots in even closer , to claim nysa’s lips in a kiss. and gods , is it eager— — full of years of repressed yearning and sexual frustration. already , the succubus’ brain floods itself with chemicals , and behind closed eyelids , irises are consumed by blown out pupils. a ragged , muffled moan is released against nysa’s lips , and nepharia finds herself climbing on top of the gensai , straddling her. grinding and kissing , she craves the friction , craves the euphoric desire that nysa releases in abundance.

but wait !

no. she shouldn’t be doing this.

she has to tell her. she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if something happened to nysa , without even giving the gensai the knowledge to make a calculated decision for herself. but nepharia is terrified of the rejection. terrified of feeling the sting of being shunned because of what she is , though she knows she’s dangerous. she knows that she’s born of evil and malice , but she doesn’t want to be that. she doesn’t want that to be who she is. ❛ mm , wait— ❜ nepharia pulls back with a reluctance , before sitting all the way up still straddling the gensai’s waist as she tosses long , pale , silver hair back behind white horns , out of her face.

fuck. she can’t chicken out now. nepharia has already completely killed the vibe , a wrench has been thrown. just tell her , ❛ sorry , i— ❜ she fills the silence as she tries to gather words in her hazy , lust - drunk brain , touching clawed fingertips to her own lips that still buzz with the feeling of nysa’s kiss , ❛ i really , really want you … but there’s— something about me , you should probably , definitely know first … ❜ already , she is mentally preparing herself to be lonely tonight.