#waited for his consent

[goblin-king-jay]

laura bailey: "new life goal, fuck every single god walking on the earth"

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

How we got here (part 4)

Content warning: suggestive content, dubious consent

prev - next

[fisheito]

rereading the nuca pink doujin and seeing yakumo tear himself apart re: his snake form vs his human form all this agony and self-doubt and silent suffering and fear of rejection like "if i looked less human would u hate me" , "if u saw me in my true form wouldn't that be horrible. terrifying. disgusting" , "if i admitted i want to swallow you whole would you think worse of me"

and i imagine him asking something like this to the crowd of clan members , who are , undeniably,, a group of Kinky Fuckers

they all smile with the serenity and carefully masked excitement of a horny olivine. masterful beautiful reassuring expressions (errr..... masked to different degrees depending on the clan member)

[junespriince]

Winged heart au

Wally, open his front door, sees a very out of it Nightwing on his floor: finally decided to sleep like us common folks?

Dick, giggling: no, just high? I think? Are you real? Am I real? Are anyone of us real?

Wally:

Wally: oh no, not an existential crisis on my floor, that's for me to do wondering if I made the right decision and stuff. Why are you here anyways, ain't you heroes have places to go?

Dick: feel safe here, and a pretty man live here, he so pretty like, really pretty,,,, pretty.

Wally, senses DC bs they put Dick through: okay, let's uh, let's get you to bed so whatever you're on can get through your system... God, leave a family of fast healers now babysitting the to be determined human heros,,,, *picks up Dick far to easily* oh that's not good—

Next day

Dick, wakes up worried, frantic, not in his bed:

Wally, sleeping in the chair beside his bed unfortunately uncomfortable:

Dick, noticed everything still on him, nothing different, tries to leave but boy failed:

Wally, looking at Dick on the floor: finally awake Nightwing and was going to leave after I put your high ass to bed.

Dick: sorry...

Wally: save it, you want breakfast? The answer is yes, you're way too light.

Dick: uh thanks... Did we do anything?

Wally: I picked you off my floor, you passed out on the way to my bed, I tucked you in and watched you so you didn't die. Your family broke my other window, again, and my vase my mother picked out, and now you are awake. French toast or waffles?

Dick, shocked he didn't has his autonomy taken from him: um waffles.

Wally: cool, uh you can use my shower if you like, and I have these *sunglasses* Robin says the adhesive for your mask can get irritating soooo yeah, I'll make those waffles. *Leaves*

Dick:

Dick: I'm going to marry him.

Barbara, who bugged Dick so she can keep him safe: dude, the bar is in HELL.

Dick: don't care I'm wifeing him up.

[shootinwebs]

i hate that Things make this even worth celebrating (i.e. just being a decent fucking person seems so rare that it's celebratory lol) but ozzy is such a gem oh my god.

-"lust shouldn't be about force" : self-explanatory

-"not my story to tell" : ozzy knows exactly why fizz hates blitzø, but since it's such a personal story of fizz's, ozz doesn't consider it his business to tell stolas about that.

[crustaceousfaggot]

Do you think you could argue that Eragon got forcefemmed by dragons

[youchangedmedestiel]

I'd find it interesting to see how Jack's dads would react to him having a love interest. Someone flirting with him. Someone asking him on a date.

How would Sam react?

How would Cas react?

How would Dean react?

[librarygf]

also i just keep thinking about the pages of claudia’s diaries torn out and armand’s “louis can sometimes act up. i protect him from himself.” truth and reconciliation, that's the premise of the interview, but the concealment is almost a spotless mind kind of thing. a removal of everything that’s too difficult, a manipulation of facts that makes the story and the way it ends easier to swallow, but at the cost of something. claudia’s real words about her own life, how louis really felt, what actually happened. “she wrote about it and i’d like to read it” “she could dream” “i want this. to remember”

[furryrainbowscreature]

I’ve listened Loser baby 101 times and I’ve had a seizure 107 times

[lordkingsmith]

I'm putting this up for the time being but I will fix her arms in a bit lol. and her jewelry. make it actually look like gold. but I'm going cross-eyed XD so;

Osyth (O is mostly silent; this name is pronounced uh-SCYTHE) is the goddess of love and strife and she adores her job. She's a bit of a bitch. She's of the opinion the world and everyone in it her personal romance game and she's on the hunt for the perfect tragic romance. Has caused three wars; two interdimensional crises; and at least one new god and a prophesy to go with him. Oh-and at least one supervillain who then went on to take over her reality.

Osyth lost a bet to a vampire who was already old by the time she was born-and is considered positively ancient currently. Damiano (Vester De'Ville stand in) made a bet with her he could as a matchmaker, in a set amount of time, make more healthy relationships that lasted longer than anything she could do with her arrows and magic. He was right, he won, and she didn't like that. However the beginning of the end for her was forcing the traveler stand in to fall in love with (and vice versa) the Si'ha Nova stand in-creating Farwander and a prophesy. Although the spell wore off leaving genuine feelings and Traveler is ultimately to blame for everything after the initial meeting of Si'ha; he still blames Osyth for all his problems. Osyth's downfall came from manipulating Damiano's soulmate into a doomed romance-they're fated to fight each other to the death. She just made sure it couldn't be the love interest nor could it be a metaphorical death. The Chip stand in, however, considers mercy the greatest strength and the last thing Osyth wants from anyone she made to be tragic. And he's right.

A stint as a human and trying to win a scorpion-alien woman is just what she needs. And she isn't going to be happy about it. Si'ha's stand in gets to help with this as well, as well as several others. But she's not necessarily going to learn to be a better person; just more cautious. She does represent strife as well, after all

[devotionthatcorrupts]

sam winchester’s entire life is the non-con tag until he dies

[sharkfund]

Thank u brave soldiers in the oneyplays community for calling out sum of the crazy shit going on in oneyredacted. Lets try to SAVE these people 🙏🙏 praise the Lord

[kushamisaru]

Who's gonna tell this dumbass he can't buy out every other country in the world

[amphibifish]

dramatic idiot

[arsenicflame]

i am actually really, really glad to see Ed setting himself some boundaries and then sticking to them. he said he wanted to go slow, to take it easy, and when Stede ended up not respecting that, he took the initiative to set some distance between them.

i don't think running away to become a fisherman is the answer, but i do think its important that Ed is removing himself from that situation at the moment. if Stede didn't respect his boundaries once, who's to say he wont do it again? Ed's got enough on his plate, and as they've said before, they're both impulsive! in the moment Ed's gonna keep agreeing with Stede, and then realising later that it wasn't the best thing for him to do. removing himself from that situation, taking away the temptation is a good thing!

[randomwriteronline]

It was so warm and tender that he thought he might have died.

It was a fleeting thought, bursting from his chest with the rustle of a small bird's wings as it left him only a heart beating fast and gentle, and a splendid unknown with curious eyes looking up as it laid beneath him.

Could he have described it? Oh, he didn't know; he wasn't enough of an artistic soul to do such a thing justice with his words. If he was forced to wrack his brain about it, he would have said it was incomplete: like a sketch left unfinished, the vague shape of an anatomical structure made of sand abandoned at the cruel mercy of the rising tide, some new flavor of sublime.

But he didn't want to think, and all he could describe it as was handsome.

He leaned down upon it, basking in the heat and light and barely completed physicality. His hand brushed the cheek, pressure causing its infinite pieces to crumble before they returned to their rightful place.

So handsome, he muttered as he settled between the ever shifting legs. So handsome.

The marvelous being looked at him with the gleaming eyes of a puzzled child beholding a strange rite for the first time.

"What is this?" it asked.

"Oh, we've got names for it," he replied: "Some crass or mean or downright silly."

He sunk into the body of multitudes like one sinks in a warm, dense liquid, with a pleasant mellow resistance enveloping him wholly; his gorgeous partner gasped without a mouth, and its arms melted briefly as it was taken by surprise. He kissed its forehead kindly, feeling its fluid chest lurch slowly forward for an overwhelmed second before deflating so sweetly.

"If you like it, we can call it making love," he said with a smile.

The body beneath him raised to surround him.

"I do," his wonderful lover replied breathlessly, wrapping him within itself slowly, limbs rising to consume him, swallow him, with such magnificent tenderness, and on its yet to be drawn face bloomed something akin to watercolor blush beneath its shining eyes: "I do like it - I do like it very much."

He moved forward, sliding without opposition deeper within the gentle mound covering him, embracing him slowly.

It felt sweet, and good, and just like he'd imagined it, or almost; the strange non-existence of the body he pierced at such a deliberate pace felt welcoming despite the peculiarity, the fleeting sensation as it barely clasped around him like a spectre's shadow upon a wall - but after all, he could not expect the taking of a formless minor god to feel too similar to that of a creature of flesh and blood.

A blissful sigh grazed his face through a cloud of mild golden embers.

"I like it so, my friend," the wondrous beast whispered, its voice propagating through him in long waves: "I do like it - I truly do like it so, my friend, truly, truly..."

He was slow, so slow, so gentle, as he kept going, going, going, sinking further and further down in that barely held together shape that kept enveloping him with relaxed coils as if trying to turn him into another part of itself - here he was, inching slowly along its stomach, digging in its faux entrails to fill it up completely, kind and warm and loving, moving into its chest where a quiet thrumming spasmed rhythmically through the sand-like form while it curled around him, covering every single inch of him, leaving a sensation so indescribably good across his skin.

He leaned down to kiss where its mouth should have been and felt a pair of lips kiss back.

"I love it - I love it, I do," it breathed through him, overwhelmed by something too delightful to explain: "I do, I do, I do."

In a moment, he was swallowed up completely.

The splendid creature exhaled through his lungs, long and quiet, as they both unwound.

"I do," they both repeated longingly, bodies and minds muddled together imperfectly like too much syrup in too little water, distinct but not for long: "I do. I do."

His hand reached out.

Something akin to another palm caught it.

He held onto his marvelous lover for a long while, feeling it pulse over him slowly.

"How wonderful," it sighed through him, smitten.

He laughed quietly, just as lovestruck.

"How wonderful indeed." he whispered through it.

The dream kept going - longer than it should have, really; the shapeless body enveloping him held him down, close to the unknowable core of the gorgeous chimera in his grasp, until their thoughts began clearing from the humid mist overtaking them again, until their forms began to divide enough to be pulled apart from each other again, until he could see those magnificent eyes clearly again (half-lid and heavy and gleaming with the soft sheen of velvet, taking all the time in the world to return from their bliss), until he could feel the hand gently resting on his nape as something outside himself again, until the invisible mouth that met him halfway to a kiss was one with his own in a manner different from the inexplicable unity that had bound them again.

He felt a quiet sigh curl upon his cheeks, just for a moment, warm and tired. Then his sublime partner closed its wonderful eyes, breathing deeply, fast asleep - and Ackar woke up still groggy, with his body half aching from moving in ways it hadn't enjoyed in a long while now, as Mata Nui slumbered deeper still in his own rest, exhausted from making love.