#they mean nothing

[secretobsessionstuff]

A Fantasy Drabble?

An EMETO fantasy drabble!

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"Jonathan, come in. Have a seat."

"What can I do for you, your Highness?"

"Keene has informed me that you are feeling unwell this evening. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you, sir. It is only a small matter, though I wanted to inform you, considering our later plans."

"What troubles you?"

A blush rose to Jonathan's cheeks as he placed his palm above his navel. "Supper is not sitting well with me, your Highness. It is quite bothersome to be honest."

King Rowyn frowned. "I apologize on behalf of the kitchen staff. I shall have the chef look over his ingredients for the future, seeing as you will be supping with me for quite some time I hope."

"I hold the same hopes, your Highness." A loud gurgle emanated from Jonathan's middle. He winced from the pain and embarrassment. "However, I understand if you wish to postpone our nightly plans. I fear I would not perform to my usual standard."

Rowan chuckled deeply in his throat. The hand he had placed on Jonathan's leg rose higher towards the man's crotch. "It seems to me that you are performing just fine."

"Not even a blade to the abdomen could douse the fire I feel for you, let alone a mere stomach ache. I always look forward to our nights together, your Highness. I'm sorry we cannot have our time today."

"Says who? Did I say your condition has changed my mind about our plans?"

"Oh sir." Jonathan swallowed thickly. "I would gladly suffer through this nausea if it means we can go through with our nightly ritual. I should warn you though, I do not know how long this meal will stay down. Is that acceptable, my king?"

"Jonathan," King Rowan began as he rose from his chair. He traced his hand up the consort's stomach and chest. "I would just as soon have you bent over this desk and fuck you while you whimper and moan about your poor constitution."

"Sir--"

"You think so little of me, Jon. How could I keep my hands off your body when you come into my study, so apologetic and weak? The sweat on your brow makes me want to tear your clothes away right now."

"Then do so, your Highness. I am yours to do with as you will."

Rowan hummed lowly, his hand creeping up towards the soft skin of Jonathan's neck. "In that case, I'd have you retching over my desk with each thrust until you came with the same force."

Jonathan's eyes fluttered with anticipation. "As you wish, my king."

[effervescent-fool]

do not look at the live election results. for the love of god

[twisted-x-hearts]

Not 100% happy with how she came out here, I'll have to redesign how I picture her uniform later, but here's my Yuu or er, rather, Roscida!

An amnesiac young woman who woke up in a coffin, she's been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this real? Or not?

Toyhou.se Mirror

Template and Background is thanks to @unfinished-projects-galore

I did use Epel's face as a base of sorts to try and emulate Yana Toboso's style, which is also probably why I'm not really happy with how she looks here. That'll teach me, I guess.

[anexistingexistence]

So, is someone going to tell me why the second part is just a thousand words longer than the first? Where did all that motivation come from?

(What do you mean I should just take a screenshot on my laptop? The shit quality is part of the comedy!)

[atherix]

I am not evil and if anyone ever tells you otherwise do not listen, they are full of lies

[teecupangel]

(9:49pm) adding more to the AC/DC with John, just imagining his reaction to Desmond throwing away or completely ignoring something that is very valuable for some kind of trinket or of that line. It doesn't glow for him so honestly why should he care what it is

At first, John is like:

But, by the tenth time Desmond had mishandled precious powerful artifacts like he's a thrift store and they're not in his size, John's just pretty much:

And grabs it in midair or picks it up anyway. He's NOT going to have the same argument with Desmond about how these 'do not spark joy'.

For more Desmond being John Constantine's Problem:

The “Desmond gets punted into the DC ‘verse and follows Constantine because he has no other plans” idea.

More ideas for Desmond as John Constantine's Problem.

[pageofheartdj]

Ah great, bad dream brought bad thoughts I was avoiding.

And now I am back at being terrified of dying and my mom dying. I hate it, there is nothing I can do about it. 'Support' is nice and all but unrealistic in my case.

So what, am I doomed to agonize about it and then suffer when my mom passes away??

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[valtsv]

self destruction really is such a fascinating human response to various factors both external and internal. what if sisyphus could leave at any time but kept rolling the boulder up the hill just to watch it roll back down anyway. what if he kept pushing it even as the rock cut into his palms and his legs began to ache with the desire to rest for even a moment and his body became a canvas of bruises and cuts that never have time to heal. what if he did it because it's the only thing he knows how to do. the only thing that gives him a sense of certainty and control in a world that takes both and offers neither.

[bug-hearted]

bill likes to prank fiddleford sometimes. it gets very funny

[aerial-ace]

sick and tired of seeing these ace trainers brag about their super smart badass level 100 shiny mons.

This is Sol. She is a fucking idiot. She regularly forgets that she is a flying type and sits at the bottom of cabinets n such crying cause she doesn't know how to get up. I would die for her.

[chloesimaginationthings]

That was Michael’s room in FNAF 4,,

[thebluespacecow]

The rare few times i've drawn my dc oc digitaly. Yes, she's ment to look like a half drowned rat, it's part of her appeal (it's because it's mspaint)

Is this anything? No, no it's not. It's old, but my camera is so shit that i'd rather not show my stupid little lines depicting all of her mental illnes

[diableriezer]

i like senshi pantyshots as much as the next guy but this whole "danmeshi fandom is progressive and feminist bc senshi is sexualised while marcille and falin are not" is getting annoying terf-y and gross there's plenty of smutty farcelle fanworks, there's plenty of eroticism in canon. the lack of gratuitous feteshisation is good yes, but "wlw ships are good bc they're sexless and pure" is a tired and bigoted take

[astro-b-o-y-d]

GOD, I need to introduce the bounty hunter trio I have planned for Triangulum for no particular reason