#they’re just floating around

[wishmemellon]

Gather my fellow countrymen for I have finally drawn the first entry of my outlaw retelling of Julius Caesar.

I’m really focusing on the time period after Caesar’s death with this story so Brutus and Cassius are loan sharks after being exiled from town because they killed the mayor…

“Brutus” is the one on the left. His horse is an American paint named Hector.

“Cassius” is on the right and his horse is a thoroughbred named Libertas.

All of the characters actually have completely different names effectively making them my ocs but I’ll refer to them as their ancient Roman counterparts until I have all of the names decided for certain lol.

[wishchip106]

they getting freaky in the astral plane 😨

making out NASTY style

[strangerstilinski]

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

stiles stilinski x reader !roommates!

"waking up. spilling my coffee. last night in my dreams you were on me." Boy Next Door - Leah Kate

word count; ~2k

warnings; smut

an; this is part of a much larger piece that I never got around to finishing but alas. let me know if you want me to post more random bits because i have so many unfinished stiles, mitch, etc works lingering in my drafts.

There was a soft knock at the door and your gaze found Stiles standing hesitantly at the threshold of your room, his knuckles still resting against the wooden doorway as he waited to be granted permission to enter.

Your eyes drifted to the clock on the bedside table, 2:38 a.m.

"Did you have another nightmare?" You questioned immediately, rising to your feet and approaching with cautious steps.

He shook his head but didn’t speak as you came to a stop in front of him, looking him over with concern. He was frowning, blinking slowly as he studied you, his eyes filled with an unfamiliar emotion, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

"Then what's wrong? Why're you looking at me like that?" You asked softly, voice quiet in the late hours of the night though there was no around one to wake.

His tongue poked out to wet his lips and you couldn’t help the way your eyes tracked the movement with interest.

"Because there's something I wanna do but I’m not sure if I should." Stiles admitted vaguely.

His words cleared up absolutely none of the questions floating through your head and you shook your head, pausing just a few steps away from him, "What do you wanna do?"

"This."

And with that he was striding forward, large hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned in to bring his mouth down against your own. A soft sound of surprise left your lips but you grabbed onto him immediately, the bone deep instinct to pull him closer taking hold. Your fingertips dug into his hips as you collided, your lips parting in a desperate plea for him could deepen the kiss.

He spun you around in a flash, guiding you back so that he could cage you back against the wall, forearm propped up behind your head, the length of his body pressing against yours intoxicatingly as your tongues brushed. He slipped his hands beneath your shirt, long fingers scraping lightly over your stomach and ribs, stopping just below your breasts before wrapping around your waist to pull your chest flush against his, your back arching with the movement.

His lips drifted from yours to leave a trail of kisses to the underside of your jaw and down the length of your neck, biting and sucking softly on the sensitive skin as you threw your head back to allow him more room to work. He mouthed at your throat as his hands slid lower, squeezing and tightening his fingers over your ass while rolling his hips into yours.

You moaned loudly, unashamedly, at the contact and lost yourself in the feeling of Stiles all around you — his teeth on your neck, his hands on your ass, his tongue on your skin, the planes of his chest against your breasts, the hard line of the cock straining against his pants and pressing into your core.

He leaned back just enough to rip your shirt over your head in a fluid movement and then he began to kiss his way lower, dropping to his knees right there in front of you and dragging his lips over the skin of your stomach and hips as you whimpered in response. His kisses were warm and wet, his thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down just enough that he could lick a hot stripe across the skin of your pelvis.

You whined again at the feeling of his tongue so close to where you really wanted it, dropping your hands down to tangle your fingers into the soft length of his hair. He dropped his forehead to the very same place his tongue had been just a moment before, his nose brushing your clit through a thin layer of cotton as he pressed his face against you.

"What d'you want, baby?" He asked, voice deeper and huskier with arousal, "Tell me what you want."

He leaned back to look up at you and your stomach flipped wildly at the warmth behind his brown eyes. He hooked his fingers into your underwear but only blinked slowly at you, waiting patiently to be given the okay before he moved further.

"I don't care. I just want you, Stiles, please-"

Your underwear were gone as quickly as the words left your lips and he didn't waste a second, leaning in to lick a long stripe between your folds. He brought a hand up to your stomach and pressed you firmly back into the wall while he shouldered his way between your parted thighs, his tongue moving expertly.

"Oh.. god, Stiles." Your eyes were glued to the way his head bobbed and dipped as he licked at your clit, the image burning in harmony with the tight heat already coiling in your spine, "God, it.. 's so good, please-"

"Please-" You gasped, body jolting as you woke.

Breaths were rushing past your lips in quick pants, chest heaving as you stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. You were soaked. Sweat dotted your temples and slick arousal pressed between your thighs as your under-stimulated cunt clenched in desperate search of release — the release that you'd been edging so close to, but was fading, easing away with each labored breath of incredulity.

The phantom feeling of Stiles' soft lips on your own, pressing against your neck, trailing down your stomach, kissing between your thighs-

"No," You whined quietly to yourself, "No, no, no."

You kicked your legs petulantly beneath the blankets for a moment before thumping your head back against the pillows with a sigh. This couldn't be happening. You were already barely making it through the days — pining desperately for your roommate — sinking deeper and deeper beneath the weight of your own longing.

If you were going to be tortured by your dreams at night too, you thought you might actually lose your mind.

You rolled from the bed with a weak groan, tossing the covers back and pulling a pair of lounge shorts before padding down the hallway toward the kitchen in search of much needed caffeine.

The lingering traces of sleep were rubbed from your eyes as you prepped the fancy coffee machine that had found its home beneath the doorless cabinet that housed mugs and a wide variety of mismatched glassware.

You were still feeling drowsy, distracted. Flashes of your dream were still burning along your skin and behind your eyelids as the smell of coffee began to fill the kitchen. The machine sputtered loudly to a stop as the final spurts of coffee dripped out and you grabbed the steaming mug from beneath the spout gratefully.

Over the sputtering of the machine, you'd missed the soft patter of sleepy footsteps dragging down the hallway into the kitchen and a warm body suddenly pressed up against your back, Stiles' already familiar and intoxicating scent wafting over you. His hand gripped casually at your hip while he leaned in to grab a mug from the shelf over your head, his muscled chest pushing more firmly against your back as he reached up and pinned your pelvis to the countertop, the firm line of his semi-interested morning wood pressing into your ass and-

You jolted beneath his touch, gut tightening in immediate arousal at his close proximity, the violent reaction prompting your cappuccino to slosh out over the side of the mug. The hot liquid burned as it spilled over your fingers and chest, immediately soaking through the fabric of your tshirt and causing it to cling to your skin.

"Ow! Fuck!"

"Oh shit, sorry!"

You dropped the mug onto the countertop with a clatter, your back bumping against him as you pushed back, stepping to the side and desperately trying to pull the hot, wet fabric of the shirt from against your bare chest.

"I'm sorry-" Stiles repeated frantically, his hands reaching out in an aborted motion as he debated how he could help.

"Oh my god, 's so hot," You whined quietly, pulling at the collar of your shirt to peek underneath, eyeing the darker flushed splotches now covering the skin of your chest and stomach, "Fuck. That fucking hurt-"

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-"

"No, you didn't-" You cut yourself off with a shake of your head, "It’s okay, I’m okay."

He stared at the mess he’d made of your shirt with wide eyes, reaching out to cautiously lift the bottom of the coffee-soaked fabric. He examined the smaller pink splotches along your stomach and his fingers brushed lightly over the sensitive skin as he checked the severity of your burn.

The soft caress of his fingertips against your sticky skin made your gut twist again, cunt clenching desperately, the muscles of your stomach tightening beneath his touch as your mind flashed to the way his lips had dragged across the very same expanse of skin in your dream.

You somehow managed to tear your gaze from his long fingers to look over his face instead. He was focused intently on the bare skin of your stomach, a guilty expression marring his features, and your fingers itched to reach out and simply hold his frowning face in your hands.

With how busy and hectic the start of the semester had been, Stiles hadn’t taken the time to properly shave in well over two weeks and the neglect had left him with a beautifully thick expanse of stubble dusting his cheeks, jawline, and throat. You desperately itched to scratch your fingers through it. You wanted the hairs to leave bruising splotches of their own across your skin, to scrape against your mouth and neck and thighs until you were left with raw patches of flesh marked with lingering evidence of his kisses.

"Are- Is the rest of you okay?" He asked hesitantly, as he lowered your wet shirt over your stomach again.

"If you're asking if my tits got burned, the answer is yes," You laughed weakly, "But I'll think they’ll come out of it without any lasting damage."

"I’m seriously so sorry." He brought one hand up to cup your cheek softly.

The gentleness of the action made your heart race and you wrapped sticky, coffee covered fingers around his wrist, "Stiles. I'm seriously fine." You repeated firmly, "I mean, this stain is probably never gonna come out but, hey, the giant beige splatter over the front kinda gives it character, dontcha think?" You joked, leaning back slightly to look down at the way the logo on the front was now surrounded by a large pool of discolored fabric over your chest.

Stiles swallowed, his eyes dropping to your chest for a moment before he responded, "Yeah, it- It's definitely got character."

"I guess I’m gonna go shower this," You gestured to the damp shirt clinging to your sticky skin, "-Away and then maybe I'll be mentally prepared to face the coffee machine again."

"D'you want me to make you another one and have it ready for when you get out?" He offered immediately, gaze pulling slowly back up to your own.

A smile pulled at your lips, "Yeah. That would be great. Thank you."

"Kinda the least I can do," He chuckled weakly, "'m really sorry.. again."

You dropped his wrist to press your sticky hands to his stubble covered cheek, tipping his face to the side and bringing your lips to the coarse hairs in a soft kiss, fighting the urge to linger when his scent filled your nostrils — thick and masculine and so much stronger when combined with the lingering traces of sleep on his skin.

You pulled back with a small smile, hoping he couldn't see the fucking hearts you were sure were in your eyes, "Get another cappuccino ready for me and you're forgiven."

[riseupriseupandcomealong]

i’m making a slideshow for my friends rating and ranking different cú chulainn character designs and i man. i just found the worst website with the worst cú chulainn and emer i’ve ever seen and i literally had to shut my laptop and walk away.

i’m not going to share that slideshow here bc i wouldn’t want an artist featured in it to somehow find it and be upset if i don’t like their design but. i would actually probably be ok with sharing a slideshow ranking just this person’s various TBC AI “illustrations” because i hate them that much

[being-a-human-isnt-very-fun]

Reminder for the therian community to please please tag your content that includes gore, especially if it is a picture! Even if you’re just reblogging it, make sure to tag it as gore/blood/dead animals. There’s nothing wrong with making that content but not all of us are predatory animals/want to see that.

[jeondesu]

if anyone has any requests for smaus/texts that i should try next pls lmk !! i’ll do any members of skz (or all doesn’t matter) and i write jungkook ones too, so if you have an idea feel free to ask away & i’ll try my best to fulfill it in the best way i can ! <33

[joanofexys]

dc ocs i need to further develop between classes instead of doing hw:

- magician/witch triplets (mainly the demonologist)

- lazarus pit dude

[selkiefinalist]

i’m being so brave by sleeping all alone in my very old house with a very creepy attic tonight. please send ghost stories

[macksartblock]

:] Howdy Mack! I meant to ask just a little while back when you drew Lonely!Normal and Stranger!Hermie, did you have specific entities in mind for the other teens? (No need to answer this if you'd rather keep things under wraps tho ofc!)

I do actually!

Scary is obviously Web aligned. Taylor feels very Hunt aligned to me, his attitude in battle vs the very real fear he had in the hell arena I feel falls in line with that well. Lincoln,, is a weird one, I’ve been going with Vast in mind

Then Hermie and Normal are both affected by the Spiral as well

[x-doom-and-gloom-x]

AAAAAAH SO MANY MEN TO LOVE !!!!!

[polyklok]

Nathan Explosion Headcanon-

He drew Facebones as a doodle during highschool, probably on an assignment or something. He grew to really like it and considered making it the logo for his future band someday. Obviously that didn’t happen, but he made sure Charles incorporated Facebones into the band’s marketing somehow.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

no one cares abt my genshin mental health/neurodivergencey hcs but i have a lot… one day i will forcibly dump them…

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Ok, I have a couple last minute (mostly echo related) thoughts before the episode:

1. Cross and Echo parallels

Ever since @thebispaceace made a post abt this (which has all the bigger parallels! go check it out if u haven’t :D), I’ve been finding more and more little parallels everywhere, but there’s a few interesting ones I wanted to touch on:

Echo and Crosshair are the only two batch members whose numbers we know, which also vaguely parallel each other (1409 and 9904) Like… come on. And didn’t they change Echo’s number once they introduced the batch???? Idk this is kinda inconsequential, but I mean it’s a thing

Hunter was the first one to voice his suspicions of Echo’s allegiances in the original Bad Batch arc, and now he’s the one being suspicious of Crosshair now that Cross has actively lashed out against the empire. Both times, Hunter was suspicious, along with Tech to a lesser degree.

The last episode swapped back and forth between Echo and Cross specifically. First we saw Echo, then Cross, then Echo again and even when we got back to the batch, the whole point of that scene was for Echo to come back. When we weren’t observing Crosshair, we were with Echo. (and the whole fact that echo came back to the batch in the episode paralleling him and cross???? interesting interesting??)

And obviously, Hemlock. The whole “clone experiment” thing is just like… the most direct parallel I could possibly think of bkshsjsjsk

And then:

2. Echo in the finale

What I’m really reALLY hoping they don’t do, is shove Echo into the background or make him out of character again for this finale. I have this weird feeling he’s gonna side with Hunter in being suspicious of Crosshair, which wouldn’t make any sense with his character???? If anything, he should be the one that’s absolutely ADAMANT that they get him back, considering his line last time they were on the planet: “If there’s a chance that trooper is being held against his will, we have to try to get him out.”

I’m really hoping they have Echo arguing with Hunter again to get him to save Crosshair, cause honestly it just wouldn’t make much sense to me if he went along with Hunter actively mistrusting him. (and like i know it’s probably gonna be omega fighting hunter on this but like,,, echo deserves to fight to get crosshair back like they’re brothers waaaaaaaa)

[galaxywhale]

I had the BEST time whale watching yesterday, genuinely one of the best whale watching experiences I’ve ever had 🥹

[bravevolunteer]

good morning i have so many thoughts but i don’t want to post spoilers until more people have seen it so— ooooo you wanna come talk to me about the f.naf movie so bad

[typecasto]

you should save this image and repost it