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[loverofpiggies]

Something Wonderful Volume 1 is now available on my Etsy shop!

The fixed books have finally arrived, so it is now on sale! Only $20 for the first 3 chapters, 120 pages of the story!

[mblue-art]

You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.

I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3

awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333

belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)

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[loverducky]

tryouts | oliver aiku x gn!reader | 1.5k

suggestive (kink discussion, bondage and petplay mentioned) with some grinding + praise at the end, i’m tagging dubcon because oliver just kinda jumps into it, reader’s a little insecure, a lot oblivious, and is implied to be more on the inexperienced side, oliver’s like. a soft tease in this ngl, this is Very selfship coded and based on this post, sorrgy not sorrgy :3

“so, whaddya think about being tied up?”

you and oliver are lounging about on the old couch you’ve got in your apartment. you lean forwards and grab your soda, half shrugging, “sounds fun to me! not a huge fan of those, like, metal handcuffs, they don’t look very comfortable, but rope and all that’s cool! shibari’s pretty too, although i don’t think i’d have the patience for it.”

you rest your face on your hand as you lean on the couch arm, cheek squishing a bit as you ask, “what about you? you got any fantasies about being tied up?”

he laughs, shaking his head, and you crack a smile when you notice how grown out the green is. “i’m more of the type to be doing the tying,” he says, shooting you a lopsided smirk, and you consider this with another sip, setting the can down on the table.

“huh. neat!” is your conclusion, and there’s a slight lull in the conversation as oliver stares at you. you tilt your head at him, curious, and he laughs again, quieter this time. weird.

“oh,” another thought occurs to you, “what‘s your opinion on petplay? ‘cause of the leash and all.” you gesture to your neck.

his smile turns cocky at that, and he leans in closer. “why, you trying to collar me?” he asks, voice low, and you turn to glare at him, fist raising in the air.

to his credit, he backs up in an instant, his hands held high like you’re holding him hostage. “woah, woah, woah, i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he flashes a quick grin, “or am i?”

you roll your eyes and let your fist drop, going to grab your drink again, using it to gesture at oliver. “yeah, yeah. that’s not an answer, bitch.”

his arms drop to rest on the back of the couch, fingers tapping to an internal beat as he thinks. “sure, yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. sometimes they get all whiny, and that’s fun—”

you choke in the middle of chugging the rest of your soda, and you see his eyes flash towards you as you curl in on yourself. he scoots closer and pats you on the back while you hack away, his hand warm as he rubs circles into your shoulder blade. he grabs you some napkins from the table too, passing them over so you can wipe your mouth. when you finally straighten up, he leans back, smirking at you a little. you can only meet his gaze for a second before it drops to the floor, and suddenly sheepish, you mumble, “sorry bout that. wasn’t expecting you to bring up— well. you know.”

he nudges your thigh with his own, his voice teasing as he asks, “weren’t expecting me to bring up personal experience?”

“well, i mean,” you feel your body flush, and your shoulders hunch as you curse yourself internally. “i’ve told you this before, i know i have. haven’t i?”

your leg bounces in place as you continue to ramble. “it’s just that. well. i haven’t… god. okay.” you take a deep breath. inhale, exhale. “so, full disclosure. i haven’t really tried a lot of the things that i say i’m into? i guess it’s more like… i like the idea of that stuff?” your voice gets even quieter than before, “like, i, um. get off? to it?”

you’re not even sure if oliver hears those last bits. when you get the courage to look back up at him, though, he’s staring at you with a quiet intensity, a small smile playing at his lips that makes your gut twist in knots.

“something funny about that, asshole?” you clear your throat, trying to ease some of the tension that’s built up all of a sudden. “because i swear—”

“you interested in trying it?” oliver interrupts, and your mind blanks, your brow furrowing.

“trying… what?”

“petplay. or bondage.” your jaw drops a little and he laughs, not unkindly. “or anything else you think you might be into.”

you shut your mouth in a frown, kicking him lightly in the ankle. “very funny, you dick. there’s a reason i haven’t, you know.” you sigh dramatically, slumping over his lap with your full weight. you close your eyes, placing the back of your hand against your forehead as if you’ve fainted, and say, “not all of us are six foot tall football players with beautiful thighs.” your free hand pats them for emphasis, but with your eyes closed, you miss the flush of color that rises to his ears.

after a few long moments of silence, you peer through splayed fingers to see oliver looking down at you, that same soft smile on his face. he’s handsome, you think, reaching up to caress him, feeling the stubble scattered across his jawline. he lets you for a bit, before his hand grabs yours and guides it close, and you blink up at him in confusion as a gentle kiss is pressed to your wrist. you feel a wicked edge to his smile curl against your skin, then, and before you can tug it back into yourself, your arm is pinned high above your head.

oliver pulls his legs out from under you, and your second arm quickly joins the first, his body settling above your own with a practiced ease. you squirm in his grip, but he’s got you pinned against the couch, a knee between your legs and a smug look in his eyes. he leans down and you let out a little whine as he grinds his knee right where you want it, lust pooling between your thighs as your whole body shakes underneath him.

“well, would you look at that.” his voice drips with satisfaction, his eyes roving up and down your body appreciatively, and you bite back another embarrassing noise. “seems you do like being restrained, hm?”

you open your mouth to answer, only for your words to die with another half choked gasp as he grinds his knee into you again. his breath fans against your neck as he settles into the crook of it, alternating between soft kisses and tiny, nipping bites, and you feel like you’re losing your mind from how good everything feels. he’s got you by the wrists, his hold steady and warm and immovable, and at this point your hips are practically moving on their own, desperate for relief.

it doesn’t help that oliver won’t shut the fuck up. “-so cute like this, you know? always so loud, so brash, but all you wanted was a little attention, hm?” you feel the rumble of his laughter more than you hear it, feel it alongside the gentle scratching of his stubble, and you want to sob — from pleasure or relief, you’re not sure. “it’s alright, baby, you’ve got it, now. whatever you want, whatever you want to try, i’m right here, promise.”

your hands flex under oliver’s grip, and you whine again, trying to collect your scattered thoughts. your hips continue to buck against the sturdiness of his thigh, and you can pull yourself together just enough to whimper out a little “please.”

even you aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but when he lifts his head from where’s he’s been terrorizing your neck, the sheer lust in his eyes makes you shrink away from his attention. it’s too late, though. he rubs a little circle on your wrist with his thumb, before he switches his grip, holding both your wrists with one hand, the other guiding you by the chin to tilt your head into his. when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, it’s chaste at first, to your surprise, although your eyes still flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours.

his free hand wanders down, down from your chin, down your chest and below your waistline, and oliver’s kiss gets greedier as it travels closer to where you need it, eventually swallowing your cries whole when finally, finally, he’s reached between your thighs.

the direct stimulation is too much, too fast, too quickly. oliver’s good, even when working with just one hand, and within the next minute the coil within you snaps. you stay there shuddering beneath oliver’s body for a while, him releasing his grip on your wrists and you clinging to him in turn. when you think you’ve settled enough, oliver sits up, grinning at you like a madman.

you, on the other hand, scowl at him and punch him in the arm on your way up, crossing your arms and huffing. “you dick! have you just been trying to get in my pants this whole time?”

he shrugs at you, cocky half grin still clear as day.

“unbelievable. this isn’t happening again,” you poke him hard in the chest, “you hear me?”

“sure, baby,” he says, easy as anything, and you already feel your heart start to race again. fuck. “wasn’t lying when i told you i’d be your partner if you wanted to try some of those other kinks out, though. what was it you said again? petplay?” he leans down, drops his voice, and grins, “you’d look cute in a collar.”

you shiver, glare up at him, and point at the door. “out!”

[pup-pee]

SO I MIGHTVE GOTTEN A BIT INSPIRED BY THIS POST

[pocket-vvardvark]

Ok, I can't hold this back 😭 I was half-lucid ~2-3 am and @fangsandsoftgrass MADE ME THIS

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous art of Alethia!! I'm in love 😭 you always do her justice, bro 💕💕 I keep staring at her lmao, it makes me so happy, it's like she's ALIVE 🥹🥹

[drownedscribe]

GUYS GUYS!! LOOK AT WHAT MY NON-SFTH-FAN FRIEND MADE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!? :D And also look at those incredible pins my bestie made!!

(and also a bunch of tiny pictures aaA the sillies)

[grayscale-sparks]

Question for you as you are the professor of Charlie Dowd things (you know far more than I) are there particular colors you associate with him? If you say 'yellow,' is there a particular yellow? If you say something not/ alongside yellow, that is also wonderful.

hi!! I’m so glad you asked this because I do! I have four main colors I associate with Charlie

This first golden yellow is Charlie Dowd, purely, entirely. Everything comes back to this.

The next is this teal color, which I associate with Sunny Dowd (his name in TMITM: Harper’s Hill during the war) the main reason for this is because it’s a nice medium between navy blue and his original yellow

The third is red, but a dusty slightly brown red. Like dried blood on fabric. (Slightly darker than this shade here.) This is The Mortal’s color, trapped in the Dreamlands.

And lastly, navy blue. This is Noel Finley’s color. The original Noel’s color is a lighter shade of sapphire blue, but when Charlie takes his name, that shade is darkened.

in the malevolent animation that lives in my head, Charlie shifts between shades as he interacts with characters and speaks about his past.

[magnifiico]

hoowee !

👋 hello hello! thank you all for dealing with the insane slowness of this blog; i come back with an update !

after mulling it over for awhile, i've decided to make this blog incredibly private and mostly friends-only for my comfort. i've recently gone through my mutuals and cleaned it up to successfully get my dash at a spot where I feel cozy, so if we're still mutuals, hello! ❤️

activity will proceed to be slow here, just fyi, but as long as my current moots are chill with that, please stick around. otherwise, i'm not offended by you unfollowing; do what makes you coziest, too!

thanks for your patience! i appreciate the support you folks have given me since i created this blog!

[ff2-soda-pop]

I love playing a game and having an experience where I'm like "is this a glitch or is this an intended feature? I don't know"

[koka-mi]

19 (fact abt your personality) and 44 (random fact abt anything) for the ask game!!! o(^o^)o

AAAAAAAAA HIIIIII MELMEL MELLYYYYYYY!!!!!!! (*^▽^*) TY FOR THE ASK!! (link to og ask game!!)

19: fact about your personality

EEEEE THIS IS A HARD ONE…I gueeeesssss I am ………. Definitely super sentimental. Memories are everythingggg to meee😭😭

annnnd I consider myself to be very non-judgemental or open minded ig?? like idrc what ppl do or anything like that. like life is too short to worry about what other ppl are doing. as long as it's not hurting anyone I reaaaally couldn't care less xD you do you boo live your life

44: random fact about anything

hmm mmy favorite video game genre is rhythm!! I also really like rpgs, puzzles, and visual novels though :3

annnnd as for a tumblr fandom related fact, the only fandom that I still kinda consider myself in that I just didn't put in my tumblr bio/pinned is henry stickmin. the main reason I didn't put it is bcz I felt I didn't rb thsc stuff enough to justify putting it there xD I only reblog thsc thingsz from my bestie. I do miss the fandom tho it's so dead......rip henry your criminal acts will live in my heart forever /j I do have it in my discord bio tho :3

[blackjackkent]

Heading back out into the area outside the Bhaalist temple, and just remembered I never posted @rhysintherain's other contribution to Rakha's story!

(See here for his drabble about Rakha and Minsc discussing her Bhaalspawn heritage.)

Quite a while back, when Rakha was still in Act 2, I formulated the headcanon that Rakha and Z'rell were in fact twin Bhaalspawn (since they have the same face model and look generally quite similar). Rhys ran with this idea and came up with a sixth one of Orin's effigies, specifically referencing Z'rell and how she came to also be tadpoled and memoryless.

Spoilers - she wasn't attacked by Orin. ;)

(This is set during Rakha's initial approach to the temple but I didn't post it at the time. D: Still kind of works now on the way out though tbh.)

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The Effigy of Z'rell by @rhysintherain

Another step closer to the Bhaalist temple, another gruesome display of mutilated bodies. This one is not in a dim, claustrophobic basement, but in a cavern off the undercity paths that lead ever downward.

Another note, signed in blood by Orin.

Jaheira draws a steadying breath and surveys the carnage. Two halflings, a duergar, a drow, several humans. All dressed in dark robes, the mark of the Absolute carved into their faces. An ogre, sprawled near the stairs that lead down to the cavern. Scorch marks cover the floor. At the back of the cavern, crumpled against the wall, lies a half-orc woman, a knife wound through her jaw.

Like Orin's other bloody displays, Jaheira recognises the scene immediately. She was there, after all. Unlike the others, her companions also recognise this one.

“Search the bodies,” Rakha says tersely. 

As the others begin with the ones near the door, Rakha beelines for the half-orc. 

Jaheira watches in silence as Rakha pulls two pieces of parchment from the dead woman's pockets.

She reads it, stone-faced, then growls, low and angry, crumples the page up, and throws it across the room. Then she turns on her heel and stomps out of the cavern, not waiting for the others to react.

Wyll picks up the crumpled page, once she's out of sight, flattens it between his fingers, and reads it aloud.

“‘The effigy of Z'rell, who lost herself. What use, her zeal? Her sister's mercy spoiled even her death' signed Orin the Red,” he reads. “Gods. It's true, then. Rakha and Z'rell were sisters…”

“Go,” Jaheira nods towards the stairs. “We can handle this.”

Now more than ever, I think I see the undercurrent of your plan clearly, Father. You could not have been contented with Rakha as your Chosen child, could you? She was always a blunt instrument, even at her finest. No volume of blood and singed flesh could make up for her weakness, in the end. Take her treatment of her twin and first rival. Any worthy child of Bhaal would have slain Z'rell, but not Rakha. Instead she robbed her lesser sister of her mind and memories, leaving her breathing and bumbling as a tool of the “Absolute”, rather than a pool of blood and guts, as you would have wished. She showed violence in that, but not strength, not the oblivion of your inevitable plan. Was it not twisted, divine artistry then, that I turned her own method against her? Was it not the embodiment of your will when I rose up to do the same as she had done first, sending her to the slaughter as a vacant shell of her former self? She is not spent yet, Father. The echo of her past purpose lives on, slaughtering her way to me and my highest victory. She is the puppet, and I her strings. Your “favorite” daughter will be my most profane offering yet. I will spill her blood on the floor of your temple, as she spilled so much in your name. She will die, alone and forgotten, in the halls she once ruled as your high priest. And when she falls to feed your ultimate design, viscera and bones to decorate your most holy place, none will stand between us and the end this world so richly deserves. All will be meat and bones in her image. All will be your domain: no more wretched to serve the Tyrant, no more necromancers to revere the Lord of Bones. Only you, Father Bhaal, will preside over what remains. Orin the Red 

[stuffedsand]

innocent voting kazui every day is not enough i need a gun

[orangelovesyoumore]

What kind of tea does Caterina like :3

(She’s so pretty and her story is so cool I love her sm aaa)

EHEHEHE HII THANK U FOR ASKING!!!

Caterina like Luther really likes Earl Gray! Altough she tends to default to English Breakfast, a little generic but she loves the taste, perfect for a tea party! (　＾∀＾)

[thebirdarts]

Georgie and @dujour13 's Sia finally get their [very belated] ockiss! I found myself smiling every time i work on this, Sia is so fun to draw!

Thank you again for the wonderful writing of the two you did, and here's a glimpse of what might of happened had Sia's self doubt not gotten the better of him!

[astrxealis]

if i do "?" in text i'm genuinely tilting my head like a dog if i do "!!" my eyes are sparkling and i am figuratively wagging my tail if i am IN ALL CAPS i'm screaming from the top of a mountain with all the power i can with love and the strength of RAGHHH within me

[loremastering]

I need to know what's on Daerhovan's watch list. Give me the tv shows and movies he's excited to see or would recommend. (Outside of nature documentaries of course! )

RIP Daerhovan you would have loved MTV