#uhhh i got carried away

[rinamars]

imagine in the mornings when Erwin just carnally NEEDS to squeeze in time in his tight schedule for a quick fuck before going to work, and he's apologetic over it because he knows he's big and it'll hurt you a little without all the proper foreplay (he's the foreplay KING)... and you won't get to cum but he promises later tonight when he has the time you'll have a proper love making sesh. little does he know how hot and bothered it gets you getting used by him like this which makes you anticipate him even more throughout the entire day for later in the night when every slow and soft touch by him feels electric

anon. ANON. A N O N. i got this notification as i'm revising for an exam and now i'm distracted and just rubbing my thighs together because this is the most scrumptious meal you could possibly offer me

hnngh oh my god. YEAH. him just having to skip the foreplay because there's not enough time for it........ oh, imagine the grunts he makes as he finally finally sinks into you and appreciates how much tighter you feel in the morning......... he's in a time crunch and he simply has to be selfish, he can't help it, the craving is too intense and he feels like he'll go crazy if he leaves for work without having come, even if it's only once, even if he feels guilty about not being able to fully commit to your pleasure, like he usually does. then he rushes out, and you're left alone on the bed, a bit sore, with his release dripping out of you, and god, the hours seem to pass so slow. but no worries, he's all over you the minute he walks back through the door in the evening, because erwin smith is not the kind of man who leaves a job half done. he might have been selfish in the morning, but once he's back, oh boy, he's ready to make up for it. you're drained before he's even put it in. this time he's more mindful of your difference in size, careful—maybe a little too careful, damn—to make sure that you're ready to take all of him like the good girl you are. and once he'd given you the princess treatment he's ready to pound you like a whore because don't we all dream of that at the end of the day, huh? doesn't the feminism leave all of our bodies when we think of mr. erubin smiss? hell yeah

[candyje11yfish]

CALLIE!!!💖💜💙

[mossizi]

I think I overly detailed it.

References/inspiration ↑↑

[soupbtch]

Ed notices Stede tucking flowers through his powdered wig in the captain’s cabin as they get ready together. He grows quietly fascinated watching Stede’s fingers as they sort through the flowers scattered on the desk, picking the smallest, brightest ones to loop gently into his wig. He’s never seen anyone handle anything so delicately before.

He steps closer, and Stede looks up and asks, “Would you like some in your hair, as well?”

Ed’s eyes widen at the question before he remembers he’s not attending the party tonight as Blackbeard. He can be anyone he wants. He can be someone who wears flowers in his hair. He might even like it.

“Yeah, sure,” he huffs in a small voice, and Stede gestures for him to take a seat.

Stede reaches around to pluck a flower from the pile. “May I?”

In the past, Ed has never liked people touching his hair; and though he barely knows Stede, he finds himself trusting him anyway.

Stede begins gently placing flowers in Ed’s hair, weaving the stems through his waves. No one has ever touched Ed so tenderly, with such great care as if he were reverent and beautiful and delicate. He feels himself melting into the soft press of Stede’s fingertips against his scalp.

“There,” Stede says quietly. “Go have a look.” He doesn’t need to find a mirror to see how he looks – he can read it on Stede’s face.

From then on, trusting Stede becomes an easier decision to make. Then something natural and instinctual, like breathing. Ed trusts Stede again later that night as he slips the red silk from his fingers, and once more a few days later when he asks Stede to run him through on the deck of the ship. Inhale. He trusts Stede with the next ten years of his life. And still, as he waits at dawn with his feet dangling over the edge of the dock. Exhale.

His vision tunnels. He’s cold. Suffocating.

“Like treading water,” Ed had said a lifetime ago. “Waiting to drown.”

Miraculously, he breaks through the surface. He has to force the air back into his lungs, will them to deflate and hope his body remembers how to fill them back up again.

“Breathing the same air,” Stede says to him. And it’s painful, and he hiccups and chokes, but slowly, gradually, it gets easier. He whispers his goodbye to Blackbeard as Stede lays him gently down on the bed. But his breathing is still jagged, irregular; one step forward before stumbling back.

He’s sputtering on salt water again when he finds a letter in a bottle. He finds the man who wrote it. He’s wielding a sword, and Ed trusts he won’t get gutted this time as he sprints towards him from across the beach. He inhales automatically as they intertwine, pressing their promises to each other's lips.

“Almost ready? Want me to put the flowers in your hair?” Frenchie asks.

“No thanks,” Ed exhales. “It may be our wedding day, but I trust Stede will be here any second now to do it himself.”

[pup-pee]

she red on my stoner until the red sun never sets IT NEVER SETS I AHVENT SLEPT

[ghostyclay]

[Day 8]: XB Crafted

XB, EXCEPT HES THE GROCERY STORE™ CEO! (<-i dont rly watch xb, but i DO watch gem & Beef, thro their vids ive found out exactly two things about xb: he has a grocery store and he makes rly good interiors. So obviously i had to turn him into a girlbossing CEO/j)

Wanted to challenge myself and only use 5 colors, here's the selection! (<-excluding the background, which is see through versions of them)

[arkarti]

The question now is, where does he hide all these bodies? As far as I know there aren't enough animatronics for all this, is he going to build new ones just to hide the bodies? lol

good question 😳 idk he just unleashes the cupcake upon them - it's like a portable shredder

#goodEnough

or he just stuffs them in the walls lmao 😂😩

[layraket]

Day 27 - Voiceless

Character(s): Wind and Legend (LU)

Words: 1126

Summary: Wind is usually one of the loudest of the chain. Him staying silent means that something is wrong

Whump scale: 3 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Injury, future Character Death referenced (he's just being a ghost here)

Kinda related to day 19

Also thanks to @majorproblems77 @ordonianhero and @gryphonlover for giving ideas! tried to combine them and get something new out of it, sorry if this isn't what you all though at first, but hope that this fills your expectatives!

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Arriving to an era between heroes wasn’t that pleasant, just meaning that they will need to do extra work to go around an know more of their surroundings.

Sometimes they could recognize if an era was after or before them, these times made even easier their mission. This time it seemed like they arrived to a time after Legend, maybe a hundred years passed since his adventures.

Traveling was easier this way, he could easily recognize the paths and where did they lead to. This was going to be quick.

They arrived to the first monster camp, killing any monsters and leaving it clean. There was no portal yet, so there must be one or two black blooded monsters camp left.

Although, there was something that didn’t let Legend sleep well that night.

Wind was usually one of the loudest in their group, always in fights indicating or calling for something that he noticed, like an attack that came by surprise or monsters trying to escape.

Nothing of this happened their whole fight, no sound came from their sailor. Now that he was thinking about it, no word has been heard from him since they arrived.

The veteran went for the third shift, occasionally looking at the sailor’s direction. Seeing him so still was also worrying, like if any movement would make someone mad, normally he would be rolling around and snoring like a walrus.

The next morning the rest of them went like they normally do; Sky being grumpy until having his cup of coffee, Twilight already up and packing his things, Wild making breakfast, the usual. But there was something that they were lacking.

The usual jokes and stories that the sailor always tells to fill the silence weren’t present, he just sitting there eating his breakfast without a word.

This continued for other two days of traveling, and Legend was getting tired.

He decided to ask, he knew that the others knew but nobody dared to do the question, maybe thinking that the kid needed his space. Unfortunately for them, he hated to just wait and do nothing.

The vet went to walk next to the sailor, calling his attention by just walking a little louder “Hoi Wind, Can I ask you a Question?”

If this was a joke from the goddesses, then he can tell that they don’t have a good sense of humor. The captain called for them, already localized the camp of monsters.

He will have to postpone this talk, but this will not end here.

As they expected, these were black-blooded monsters, being a little more intelligent than their usual normal selves. Still, they had managed to coordinate and know how to take them down more easily.

Anyone who gets hurt Hyrule goes to aid them, and if he was busy or out of magic Warriors took that job. This was going well.

Until, from a corner of his eyes, he found Wind already surrounded by monsters and with injuries all around his body, is that a cut on his neck?

Why the fuck did he not call for anyone. This was definitely not okay.

“GUYS! WIND’S IN TROUBLE!” He called for the rest, already going by his own to aid the sailor. He saw something in his eyes, maybe a plead to not come closer, to ask him to stay away. He will not do such a thing, first dead than that.

He killed the biggest of the monsters, a moblin ready to swing its sword towards Wind, making it fall to the ground and disappear in a cloud of black smoke, just leaving a dark-colored blood on the grass.

“Din’s damn it kid! Next time call for someone, you would almost get killed!” The lack of response or an insult for calling him a kid was feeding his fears. There was something wrong with him.

The rest took care of the monsters, now the camp was completely clean of any monster. It was confirmed by the feeling of the portal opening in the center of the battlefield.

They all prepared to go through, as always going in duos if the portal separated them.

He will talk with Wind after this.

-

The first thing that his eyes saw was a spectral figure. He knew what it was, he sees them in a daily basis, almost everywhere he went.

When he was about to do a comment, the spirit puts a hand on his mouth, shutting him and a voice, too similar to his, answered.

You will share with me, no voice to cry out what you get to witness. No voice to refuse to my request.

Even if he wanted, nothing could come out of him.

Every request he wanted to do, the spirit answered, nobody being able to hear it but Wind. He heard his own voice say his fears out loud, comments that he would never dare to tell on the other’s faces, things that he would never share.

If the others ask what was wrong, how could he tell them that a ghost was haunting him with his own voice and saying that he felt weak and not worthy next to them?

How could he tell the vet that…

During fights, even if he wanted help, even if he decided to put his own doubts aside, to call for help, no voice could come to him. The spirit kept using the stolen cords, now saying things that he could never say.

When Legend came to his aid, his own voice was there to haunt him.

Look at you, here being a bother that they need to protect just out of pity, if only you even got there in time, if only you were able to do something… But no, you are not able to do even that. You are not even able to protect one of you brothers.

He didn’t know what was it referring to. He didn’t want to know, an idea forming in his head. He didn’t like his mind sometimes.

When they finally leaved the era, he felt like chains finally let go of his throat, breathing becoming even easier and the cold feeling always in his back gone.

If he ignored the veteran, nobody commented on that. Legend doesn’t need to know; he doesn’t deserve to know what will happen.

The image of his ghost, a clean cut in his throat almost separating his head from his body, was something that he will take to the tomb with him. If he can, he will try to be faster. To be useful.

If he never went back to telling stories, jokes, or anything else, nobody dared to ask. And if they do, a proper answer will not be what they get.

[cypher05]

had an exchange with a friend yesterday and have not stopped thinking about it since

sova fursona by @the-pyre-of-stars, posted here

more art below the cut, cypher specific (really just doodles and sketches, nothing complete)

[marclef]

What’s the relationship like between Peppino and Fake Pep? I wonder what its like to be friends with a literal clone of yourself…

hoo boy, it's a very interesting thing indeed! (and something i'm WAY too enthusiastic about sharing my ideas about hehehe 👀💧) especially when the clone of yourself is completely different from you in morals, tastes, actions, interactions..... just about the only thing that's similar is looks.

that's not to say that Peppino and his Fake don't get along though! it's gotten... better since Fake Peppino first showed up at Peppino's Pizza and then refused to ever leave. at least Fake Peppino has no desire to kill Peppino any more, he's a fellow Peppino and that would just be rude! not to mention how he regrets trying to kill him before... but it's all fine now!!

Fake treats Peppino with a decent amount of respect, part of it just because he considers Peppino a friend now, and part of it being how badly Peppino kicked his ass for things in the past. there's still an awful lot of things Fake Peppino does that makes most normal people uncomfortable... Peppino included. making inhuman noises, hiding in cramped spots just to jump out and spook you, eating things that definitely aren't meant to be eaten... Fake's fairly comfortable in his new home, and while Peppino feels a lot better about him, there's still times that it makes him feel a bit... anxious.

seeing something that once tried to kill you and still acts very off sometimes, acting as if you're a dear friend and snuggling up to you like a beloved family dog, that IS a little bit... uncomfortable, to say the least. but at least things could be worse... Fake could still be trying to kill Peppino like he was made to do.

there ARE a lot of things that Fake Peppino does though, in attempts to actually benefit Peppino. whether or not these are ACTUALLY good things is very debatable. clearing out any pest that make their way in is pretty nice at least, but then there's the more... questionable things that Fake does to try and help. for example, Fake doesn't tolerate any kind of rudeness towards Peppino or his restaurant. he still considers himself a Peppino in a sense, and sees the pizzeria as both Peppino's AND his own, so insulting either of those is the last thing you want to do.

do NOT ever behave in an unruly manner, or say rude things about Peppino in his pizzeria. you never know who might be listening...

... or that it might be the last mistake you ever make. be wary while making your way home after that... there might just be something that's tagged alongside you.

.... it IS a little worrying to Peppino that most rude customers never seem to show up again... but maybe they just stuck to their word and left? surely that's the explanation for it... Fake Peppino does look rather well-fed today though... but ah well... at least that's less angry customers to deal with?

but see, Fake Peppino DOES genuinely care for Peppino's well-being now! and Peppino, though still fairly wary, is at least thankful that he's not a threat to him. so while it's not exactly the most comfortable life, at least Fake doesn't cause Peppino any trouble... not that he knows much about.

but it WOULD help him feel a bit better, if Fake Peppino's instincts would stop acting up from time to time. there's only so many times that Fake's "kill and/or eat Peppino" brain instincts can kick in before it starts getting real uncomfortable. but at least he's not ACTUALLY trying to kill Peppino... it just tends to be that from time to time, Peppino might find himself getting licked or gently nibbled on. a wee bit unsettling when it's meant to be a clone of yourself doing that.... at least he's not really eating you??

so... uncomfortable at times, but could be worse! Fake Peppino can be fairly handy to have on hand too, a nice helper for cleaning and keeping watch! just.... don't worry about where some of the ruder customers have been going... i'm sure they're just fine.

[8cfc00]

David from @froget-me-nots fic like a river flows, surely to the sea

The image was very good, so i had to draw it... (go read the fic!!)

[house-on-sand]

"and you! stop talking about me like i was some kind of growth in a petri dish! i'm not your boy, i'm not his boy and i'm not "the" boy! my name is... is... damage... damage is the only name i have left."

grant emerson, damage (1994) issue #15

(template by @chaoticresources)

[pyrrhicraven]

Can we see Shredder and Splinter arguing / Shredder defending Raph from Splinter?

A powerful fist slammed into his fathers face, Raph turned to look to see who was defending him and wasn't really that suprised to see Saki with an enraged look on his face.

"You would be so cowardly to attack someone who you called son!" Splinter looked murderous as he stared at them from the floor, Raph felt panic welling up in him, his father had just tried to hurt him-Saki had saved him...That clearly showed who cared about him more, that his father, his teacher, didn't care enough to not raise a hand to him.

His brothers all shouted, the fight that had been happening nearly suspended when the two leaders came to blows, this wasn't good. He didn't know what to do-he loved his father but it was clear to him now that Splinter had other goals than protecting his hot headed son.

"Whatever you told my son is a lie and we both know it, know what kind of monster you really are Oroku." Shredder stood to his full hight and made a sound-something bothered him. Probably about the lying, yeah they both had to some degree, but he'd learned a great deal about the man he was suppose to hate, the man he'd fallen in love with and who he was certain was just as in love with him...

"At least I'm not a monster that would hit my own child." He'd been in that situation with Splinters father, the man who raised him after slaugtering his actual father. Saki had been an outcast-the odd man out and Raph understood that to some degree himself. He'd always been the one in trouble, had been taught that his anger was something to be ashamed of. Saki had taught him there was no shame in anger so long as you controlled it rather than it controlling you.

"Fuck you." Splinter spat out and Saki let out a bitter laugh, dark eyes full of fire.

"You wish." Saki snarled and that caught Raph off guard because what? What the hell did that mean? Was it just an insult or was there something more to that? They had a long history after all-but Splinter had married a woman-Saki had loved her, or had at least thought it was love.

Then they fell. Did, did Saki really love him or? But why would he doubt someone who had spoken nothing but the truth up to this point, who wouldn't utter any words of affection unless they were true?

"You thought you could have everything but then you realized how wrong you were Yoshi. Tang Shen would have never accepted another into your relationship let alone me-I was a dumb brat back then, it's no suprise she turned me down and chose you."

Oh. Oh what the fuck? His father had pined for Saki? What was this then-payback for whatever Splinter did when he was told no? Raph felt sick suddenly, yeah that could be the case couldn't it?

"You just wanted her, but you couldn't forget either." Raph glanced at Saki who sighed, anger still in his eyes.

"I never wanted you, and I never will. I admit to being a hard man to love but it was always easy for me to hide my own feelings-except for Raphael, he dragged out everything I thought I could ignore. I love him and that won't change till the day I die." Raph's heart pounded in his chest because... Because that sounded like Saki wanted to spend the rest of his life with Raph.

"You'll never really be with him. He'll chose his brothers over you." He would have before, but he'd spent too much time with Saki to say that without second thoughts.

"They would choose you over me Splinter. So no I don't think I would choose them over him." Saki's eyes shifted to him and Raph couldn't look him in the eye, more than aware that he just stated his loyalty.

"Then come with me, leave them behind and start over." Raph felt tears gathering in the corners of his eyes because that really was for the best wasn't it...

"Take me home." Saki nodded turning away from Splinter and whistling for his men to move. Raph watched his father for a moment then turned away, heart broken but determined to start a new life with Saki.

[mildfevermystery]

Chika SSR #1197 and SR #2242 [Transparent, Edited/Extended] ※ Credit is appreciated but not required.

[espi-epi]

[eskititgay]

fengqing + pork soda - glass animals