#those lightning bolts

[inheartofwinter]

Oh poor Dray 🤣

Is that a threat, Draco

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek Lower Decks "Of Gods and Angles"

[recurring-polynya]

Bleach Returns 2024 - Day 6 - In Another Life

Bleach Pilot, but it goes on long enough for Renji to show up and find out the his girlfriend captain's sister is now only three apples tall

[weskie]

His Chosen Pet (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | restraints, bdsm themes, edging, oral sex (wesker receiving) orgasm denial, biting, author isn't super knowledgeable about bdsm but tried his best | IMAGE SOURCE | Fic Directory

Prompt: Wesker owning a sex/bdsm club and occasionally strolling around in his trench coat with no shirt under, looking for a sweet little sub to play with. That is all

He picked you. God, he finally picked you. 

It was like a dream come true staring up at him, eyes raking over his exposed chest peeking from between that long black coat. The sight of him always did make you squirm in the best of ways, but so close? You were practically salivating. 

And the way he handled you– oh, god… The way he took a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to lick a stripe up your neck, chuckling darkly right against your ear. 

“Wouldn't you like to play with me?” 

You've never nodded so enthusiastically in your entire fucking life. 

And here you are, wrists tied together and bound to the bed, a spreader bar at your ankles to keep you exposed to him. He's been playing with you for hours, edging you to the brink but never letting you fall. Tears run down your face as his fingers dance through your arousal, teasing it in circles over every part of you he's determined most sensitive. 

You're like a little science experiment to him. You can see it in every satisfied smirk and glint of his eyes. 

“Excellent performance, dear pet.” Wesker purrs. He's bare now except for that coat, and you jut your tongue out for a taste of him– yet he denies you and himself. 

“Have you earned me?” He asks, fingers trailing over you once more, smirking at the way your hips buck and your body quakes. You nod for him, but that doesn’t seem to be enough.

“Please!” You mewl. 

He purses his lips as if to show the slightest bit of sympathy for your plight. So starved and aching for him, for release, for anything he might give you– even if it were no more than the tip of his cock dragging across your tongue to taste his need. 

Today, he chooses to be benevolent and does just that. You moan freely around him, savoring him, hollowing your cheeks as he pushes deeper until he's knocking against the back of your throat. 

“That's it, sweetheart.” He breathes, beginning to fuck your mouth slowly. He doesn't have any intention of finishing yet. Not until he's buried in your greedy little hole will he even entertain the thought. But for now you feel so good and warm, swallowing him perfectly… Just like he knew you would. 

And he's absolutely delicious. Even through the haze of tears, you can't help but admire how beautiful Wesker is. It’s those fucking eyes of his. They captivate you endlessly, so much so that you don't even realize it when your prize slips from your mouth. You whine pathetically, missing him already– wishing more than anything that you could savor the taste of taste of him once more.  You need him.  You need him to cloud your senses and dull your mind, to make you his toy and take you apart at his leisure.

But how could you possibly complain at such a loss when you feel him shove your legs back with the bar and line himself up? He breaches you instantly, stretching and filling you like you’ve never been before. You tug against your binds, squirming as you adjust to him, and it's almost enough to send you hurtling into your release to feel him sink so deep. 

A hand gripping your jaw sends the message loud and clear that you're to hold off. Even as he thrusts hard and punishing, you're not to come without his clear permission. 

Every movement, even the roughest of them all, is so goddamn precise. He hits that spot inside you over and over again, staring down all smug and devilish as he takes you apart bit by bit. His nails bite your flesh in all the right ways, surely to leave crescent marks behind for days to come– god he’s so fucking strong.

The warm lighting of the room frames him so nicely.  He’s practically haloed in the glow, looking so utterly ethereal that you suddenly understand why he’s always compared to a god.  Even as his composure starts to crack, teeth gritting and brow furrowing, he’s still so goddamn gorgeous. 

More than anything, you wish you could touch him.  Reach up and feel the ripplings of muscle as he drives into you, cup his pecs, squeeze his biceps, sling your arms around his neck to cling to him as he unmakes you.  He’s so fucking strong…

He comes down to bury his face against your neck, inhaling deep before sinking his teeth in.  You keen weakly, trying so hard to stave off your release– and fuck it’s getting so much harder!  He’s got you pinned, completely spread for him now as he ruts hard and fast.  You can’t help it– you just can’t stop yourself.

The moan that leaves you is broken and completely fucking pathetic.

You tremble and writhe under him despite your restraints, walls milking him for all he’s got, all he can possibly give, as you come undone.  You arch, eyes rolling back, vision going a blinding white, and all you can hear is his dark chuckles in between his own perfect little groans of bliss.  It’s so– he’s so… fuck…

There’s not a single coherent thought in your head as you float back to earth. All you can do is try to catch your breath, try to whisper out an apology for breaking his rules.  You didn’t have permission to come.

He never told you that you could.

You watch him lean back and discard his jacket.  God, if he looked good before… Nothing compares to the sight of him fully bare– save for the leather dancing across his shoulders, that is.  A wonderful accessory to compliment his flawless physique.  Fucking tantalizing just to see.  You wish you could reach up and pull him down and–

“I’m–” 

“Sorry?”  He finishes for you.  “I’m sure you are, my greedy little dear.”  The crimson of his eyes is hypnotic, and you lose yourself in them so easily.  “I suppose you’ll have to make it up to me.”

His lips curl into a smirk far more wolfish than you’ve ever seen.  

“It’s a good thing I’ve got you for as long as I want.”

[zytes]

7.15.23

[zecoritheweirdone]

i am being so so normal about these guys right now

[quietarchivist]

As enjoyable as it is when the players get one over on Brennan, I think my favourite thing is when Brennan gets one over on himself and only realizes it belatedly.

[eyefocusing]

@braveseeker3 !!!!!

i was Extremely Lazy abt copying the pattern and ended up just putting my laptops brightness as high as it would go and traced it off of there onto paper. bc we didnt have a printer. fireflight is laptop-sized bc of it, which ended up being a very nice size for a fireflight to be :3

but oh i hope u post skydive when you get around to making him!!! its rly such a fun and easy pattern to put together. ive got enough fabric to make the other three limb planes but ive procrastinated hard on actually starting on them.... maybe someday....

[akkivee]

if we’re getting to use abilities in hypdream, my biggest hope is that they define what all dice’s speaker combinations can do like in the manga:

3 posse stars allows for all three of them to use a combined attack as pictured above

3 lightning bolts give an attack boost to dice

3$even gives the team 10x their power for an attack boost

2 sevens and a lightning bolt results in his speakers attacking his team, and maybe you can infer any miss will provide the same result

2 sevens and a posse star is typically a dud but there’s a 1/8192 chance of a reroll with that particular dud lol

and i’m so curious if there’s more and if they’ve implemented them LOL

[loafbud]

💥💀⛓️ VINYL (sona) ⛓️💀💥

FINALLY...... made a new one for them 0|-<

they have a toyhouse which u can read more stuff about 'em here. // and a small page on my carrd site ft. their voice + spotify theme playlist here!

[fluffypotatey]

I'm thinking about an AU where like...Ody picks up a feral kid from an island who stows away on the ship. It'd be good to get some whimsy on that ship and maybe things go better. Hope Penelope doesn't mind an extra kid + Telemachus having a wild child of a little sibling now. Very overly enthusiastic, half the crew is terrified, other half is like "yeah the kid has good survival technique ideas." Ody is like, "please stop gleefully mopping the bloodied castle" after kid decides to be helpful. Proceeds to kick a suitors head out of the hallway so OdyPen can walk around together peacefully.

excuse you, that child is helping!!! Ody, Telemachus, and Oebelope are reuniting and tired and this child, out of the goodness of their heart is cleaning the palace (with aid of course) 😤

they don’t need to bc by that point their an official ward of the palace, but it the thought that counts (they totally loot the suitor’s stuff in the process)

[soccerpunching]

⚡️ zanark 👀

I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS!!

My other zanark HC is that he has OCD, I had this hc since my second watch of chrono stone but it was something that im too afraid to say before like all of my disability hcs. For everyone with OCD, you are highly encouraged to kick me in the jaw (criticize me) if you find my words offending or ignorant (please point it out if im being insensitive).

i initially based this strictly on the way he talks and his catchphrase that he say a lot. it felt like it's something that he needed to do. something that he cant stop doing even if he wants to. but he does really want say it most of the time.

i hope this does not sound like im romanticizing intrusive thoughts (as someone who have dangerous ones) but i also think that what made him capable of miximaxing with a super typhoon is because he wasn't able to find a coping strategy that was able to help him through this (because he was in a prison). his intrusive thoughts were harder for him to manage... and became what they called his chaos in the series (which also canonically made it difficult for him to use his powers). i hope this was not ableist of me to say (but tell me if it is!!).

another thing, a bit unrelated to the hc i had above... not to bring zanakurou again on another zanark hc; but i genuinely believe that given that zanark had parents to raise him and wasn't given to a shit organization that puts kids in time warping prisons, he would have been just like zanakurou. with the chaos within himself strictly (and painfully/still unhealthily) managed for the honor and pride of his (chosen) family. he just gives me the vibes.

[the-second-moon]

aveline, trying to curb crime in kirkwall: hawke, promise me you'll keep your nose clean

hawke, looking her directly in the eye:

[firechilde]

Tony and 🥯 safe from Hurricane Milton and on their way to Raleigh.

[starryeyed-seer]

Okay I am going to make a post trying to explain Firmament main plot I think. Because it's confusing, but I DO think I understand what's going on! (in as much as we can know what's going on, there's plenty of mysteries still)

I am though missing a lot of text from firmament 1 (the gullet and vulgate) so if anyone happens to have echoes handy from the climax of that, would really appreciate

[didderd]

Tac more like "Tac"tless ammirite hahaah I'm so sorry I'll see myself out

Tic: Pfft hahahah. Did'ja hear that Tac? They called ya-

Tac: Shut up, I heard it!

((Tac doesn't wanna admit it was a good pun.))