#this one is gonna be fun

[jame7t]

Saturday Special

Today at 7PM est- My buddy Candy could use a coin or two. I dont have any so I will play minecraft instead. But donations can spawn jamelings or other foul things...

[bonercoaster]

If you’re not comfortable writing this I get it, because there’s an aspect of noncon but hear me out, you and Joel on patrol stumbling into new different spores without realizing and it makes him or the both of you really horny and <things> happen?

OH? This is exciting and I will most definitely be writing it, although I am trying to write it in a way that shows both of them want this, sex pollen/spores be damned.

I've gotten about a quarter way through so far. Stay tuned for the final work, but here's a little blurb for you while you wait:

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“Are you… feeling it too?” You say, almost whispering. 

He stops. God, you can see the musculature of his back so well now that he took off that flannel. His fists are clenched and arms strained. Your body is on fire. You see his breathing pick up as he hears you approach him, gently placing your hand on his right shoulder. Joel whips around with a wild look in his eyes, his hand flying to the base of your neck to swiftly push you against a nearby tree, pinning you with his body–one hand at your throat and the other caging you in on your right side. Joel’s crotch presses against you, making you gasp as you feel him hard against you.

I'm excited to write the rest of this ;)

[snarky-magpie]

“Reggie! Reggie! Reggie! Do you hear me? Are you okay?” 

The bloody annoying wanker yelling at the top of his lungs until he’s blue in the face has the audacity to shake him, sending bright zips of pain through his injured limb.

“Leave off, you prat. Mind the arm.” What is his brother doing here?

“Thank fuck.” Sirius hugs him while avoiding his mangled body part. “I thought you’d gone into shock.” 

Regulus can’t say for sure that he hasn’t. He’s at the end of his rope, barely holding it together, but a complete breakdown will have to wait till later. He can’t afford to fall apart until he knows James is out of the woods. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks Sirius. On the periphery, he registers the remaining members of the Magpies and the Falcons touching down around them. Amelia lands the closest, so Regulus can’t miss the floppy golden wings peeking out of her balled fist. Everything happened so fast that he didn’t catch the whistle announcing the end of the match. 

I was too busy with my world ending instead. 

His teeth begin to chatter, and Sirius shoots him a concerned look. 

“Come sit down, Reggie. Somebody should examine your injuries.”

“No.” Doesn’t Sirius recognize that a handful of scratches and a broken bone don’t compare to what James is going through? Doesn’t he grasp with his ignorant little mind that Regulus can’t afford to waste time? That he needs to apparate to St. Mungo’s immediately to support him? 

Turns out, he underestimates his brother, who sets his jaw in a stubborn line after one glance at him. “That was not a request, Regulus. Get treated first—swear to Merlin, if the Healers don’t do their jobs, I’ll heal you myself—and then you can go to James, all right? Not a minute sooner. Not in this state. You won’t do him any good like this. He’d have my head if I let you run around injured. You know how he gets. He’d want you to take care of yourself first.” 

[astralisbelle]

Silk For Armor - Masterlist

Summary: Exiled from his covert, the Mandalorian yearns to restart his life anew. Then, he crosses paths with a mysterious dancer whose past may guide him towards redemption, perhaps even ascension... or certain death.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (she/her) Rated Explicit

Tags: dancer!reader, singer!reader, reader has backstory, s3 not canon, diverges around TBOBF, half fix-it fic, half super self-indulgence, original locations and lore, eventual reveal of reader backstory, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort WARNINGS: mature violence, sex work, mentions of sexual assault, attempts of sexual assault (not by din), sexual tension, eventual smut

Chapters

The Crime Lord and the Dancer

An Offer He Cannot Refuse

Race to Freedom

Into the Fire

It Takes Two

The Exiles

Destiny's Strings

A Song For Din Djarin

[[To Be Added]]

divider by @saradika

taglist:

[dantelionwishes]

i am going to get 🅱️older

[redwolf17]

Jaime Update

Outline: 7,049

Should be able to start prose tomorrow, I think :)

[walker-extended-universe]

Walkerverse Battle Royal Tier 1 Round 9

[fluffypandabun]

Sneak peak of the next story im working on :3

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[eggwishing]

I ONCE TRIED TO WASH THAT SCUFFED OLD THING WHILE HE WAS TAKING ONE OF HIS NAPS, BUT WHEN I TOOK IT OFF HE WAS WEARING ANOTHER IDENTICAL ONE UNDERNEATH! AND ANOTHER! I GOT THROUGH TEN MORE LAYERS OF THE SAME THING BEFORE HE WOKE UP. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THOSE FROM? THEY ALL EVEN HAD THE SAME STAINS!!

[kaitcake1289]

in paris you gotta sleep with one eye open

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[lichfucker]

diplomatic relations for the wip ask meme 👀

I've only written like three sentences for this fic (I'd probably have finished it by now if I hadn't started working on in vera instead lmao) but diplomatic relations is a fetch phillips archives fic about forced voyeurism and mind games. I'm going to have a lot of fun writing it, when I eventually get around to writing it.

the two most important things about hendricks in the books is that he's a diplomat and he's a slut. the third most important thing is that he's incredibly manipulative. he pulls a lot of strings to get fetch as part of his personal security retinue. everyone calls fetch "hendricks' human pet." it's heavily implied that everyone thinks they're sleeping together.

the whole premise of the fic is that they're not sleeping together—hendricks just keeps forcing fetch (who is extremely repressed) to stay and watch while he sleeps with other people. it's a matter of security. what if the ambassador hendricks is meeting with is secretly planning to assassinate him, and the seduction is all a ruse to get him naked and vulnerable? he's worried for his own safety! fetch MUST stay. he needs to stay and watch and pay very careful attention to make sure that absolutely nothing can go wrong. this is a very important task. hendricks is trusting fetch with his life here. clearly. obviously. that's all it is. no other reason for any of it. that would be entirely unprofessional. (and of course it only makes the rumors worse.)

so anyway it's just gonna be like 10k of tense proxy smut. honestly it would be less fucked up if they were just sleeping together.

[daikaiju-arts]

1st day of Digital December “Feast”

Ever notice how Gangle never interacts with Pomni?

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.