#we love him dearly

[dont-lie-to-me-gerad]

The AJ Effect

[baby-xemnas]

SANJI ROLLING OVER IN THE MORNING DOING THE DISNEY PRINCESS STRETCH AND GOES GOOD MORNING GIN. GIN EXCITEDLY GETS UP OFF HIS DOG BED ON THE FLOOR

i cant breatheeeeeee

[acrowwithakeyboard]

I don't think this will ever not be a little funny to me

Side note: Taliesin is on the second floor and has access to all my wine and spirits, he's bemoaning but hes Fine His poor eyes and ears will recover

[thatndginger]

OC in 15

This one is taking advantage of the lovely @ceph-the-ghost-writer and their Dysthanasia taglist (find their fantastic version of this game here) to justify playing more games :3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

I'm having a Moment, so I'm gonna use one of my Shapeshifter OC's y'all have only seen once in a blue moon, but who is very dear to my heart and has a surprisingly large well of writing to his name. May I introduce Dean Matthews, coyote shifter and eloquent bastard?

“Morning, sunshine."

“A bribe.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“I bribed, you accepted.”

“Everything okay?”

“When’s the last time you slept, kid?”

“Get in the truck.”

“What do you want?”

“Kitchen.”

"Hey, Kitkat. You have fun with Aunt Talia?"

gently tagging @sunset-a-story @serenanymph @deanwax @trippingpossum <3

[niobiumao3]

Another Season 1 gem I was reminded of in my 'what does the Marauder's interior look like' search:

I love his confused 'I said programmed did you think I meant hypnosis?????????' expression.

[minotaurapologist]

Bunnies is a difficult animals

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

[stoopidpigeonxx]

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆! ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

we had baby daddy curly and now we have HUSBAND CURLY!!! (I'm a tad obsessed if you couldn't tell.)

Characters/fandom: Mouthwashing, Captain Curly Cont: Fluff, slight mention of sex at the end, ugly sobbing curly, marriage, I'm gonna cry

ENJOY!!

-He'd wait for a little while before getting down on one knee, resisting the urge to just propose to you as soon as you started dating. -When you say yes, he's jumping up and down and cheering. (YIPPEE!! WAHOO!!) -From then on, he's planning up a storm. The guests, the cake, the venue, everything. He doesn't want you to plan all by yourself. -Doesn't pick out your dress for you. He wants to be surprised. You get your friends to help pick it out for you! (And a matching lingerie set underneath hehehe) -Spends as much time with you as possible, you're his future wife after all! -The big day arrives, and hes standing there, looking all handsome in his suit. He's about to tear up, its all so amazing.. -When he sees you walk down the aisle.. -Oh shit. He's crying. -He has to compose himself. He cant help it, you look so damn beautiful.. -you tease him a little for getting so emotional.

-When the priest starts talking, he wants it all to be over with so he can kiss you already!! -hes squeezing your hands and staring at you the whole time, teary-eyed. -Slips the ring on your finger, a bright jeweled silver one he had custom made! -When the priest concludes with 'you may now kiss the bride', he's swooping you in to a passionate kiss, even dipping you for effect as the crowd cheers! -Will carry you bridal style through your home after the ceremony to your bedroom, where he intends to breed you this instant. <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Normal Friend Behaviour.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[untangling-my-headphones]

Charles really went into hell with a few lit molotov cocktails in his ludicrously capacious bag, a tiny notebook Edwin dropped like loot when he was taken that he ignored half the time, and a dream.

like he had no idea what creatures he would be up against when he got there but he locked eyes with the huge spider made of baby doll parts and thought, yeah that looks like something I can throw a bomb at and he did. And it worked.

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the funniest parts about the whole “Leo not giving Draxum any grace” idea is that Draxum is one of the ONLY notable older men in the show that Leo isn’t willing to give a proper second chance to OR really hear out in the first place.

No seriously it’s genuinely a Thing.

[dancingbirdie]

Some goblin Astarion things.

He pinches you when you toss and turn too much in your shared bed. “Wake up and stop flailing! Gods. I’ll have bruises from your pointy elbows in the morning.”

He sews “kick me” on the butt of Gale’s trousers in dark, dark gray after the Wizard pisses him off. Karlach sees it with her dark vision when they’re in the Underdark and promptly knees him in the ass.

He steals all of Halsin’s wooden ducks and plants them in Wyll’s tent, for shits and giggles.

He tries to line a tripwire across the front of Lae’zel’s tent entrance, but ends up pricking himself on a blow dart booby trap he failed to perceive. Incurs -3 hit points and the bleeding condition for 10 turns.

He nips your neck like a disgruntled cockatoo when you tease him in front of the other party members.

He puts swamp green clothing dye in Shadowheart’s bottle of hair dye when she’s not looking, causing her to endure some sickly green highlights for a fortnight.

He steals Wither’s staff while he’s speaking with Jaheria and hides it among Lae’zel’s armory. Gets hauled over by the ear by Jaheira to apologize to Withers. And Lae’zel.

He hides in the bushes near camp and makes god-awful wailing noises to keep Scratch and the owlbear cub barking while the party is trying to get some sleep.

He fabricates some ridiculous story about how the Weave is really a hoax designed by Big Magic to control the masses, just to see Gale go purple in the face while arguing against this “utter tripe.”

He loudly proclaims that he overheard Shadowheart telling Wyll she could beat Lae’zel in unarmed combat with a hand tied behind her back, then scampers away cackling when the two lady warriors start yelling at one another.

[kabukiaku]

terzo sure does love his ghouls!

[altaiiriss]

soukoku reunites for the first time in four years.

as dazai naturally invades chuuya's space and dances around their hidden feelings as if the past four years were never there, he tries to close the distance between them.

a finger comes to rest on dazai's chapped lips.

"i can't. i'm seeing someone."

dazai bursts out laughing.

"do they know you don't like roses?" he asks, not-so-subtly referring to the vase of red roses resting on the top of a bookshelf. "do they know you hate those cheesy romantic gestures? do they even know you're allergic to most flowers?"

chuuya breathes.

"no," he replies, calm, "he doesn't."

"does he know your favourite wine is romanée–conti?" dazai asks, glancing at the bottle of château margaux laying on the kitchen table, completely forgotten.

"no, he doesn't."

"does he know you hate the feeling of metal around your fingers?" dazai asks, tracing a small ring with his fingers as he intertwines their hands together.

"does he know your brown eye turns slightly grey under the sunlight? does he know going out to a restaurant is sensory hell to you? does he know about the mole above your left hip? does he know you put chopsticks in the fridge next to your lunch box or you'd forget to bring them to your workplace? does he kno—"

"what about you, dazai?" chuuya cuts him off.

his hand comes to rest on the detective's cheek, thumb tracing dazai's bottom lip in a painfully slow motion.

"do you know you belong to the past?"

[toshidou]

ok but chubby chaser könig!!!!!!

you ask, i deliver~

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

König doesn't realise he's been staring, not that he could help it even if he was aware. He can vaguely hear one of the people he came with playfully nudge him, just about picks out the words "chubby chaser", not that he knows entirely what that means. He just has a type, feels his heart rate quicken, his pupils engulfing cerulean until all that remains is black when he takes in plush skin, soft rounded cheeks, and stretch marks.

He wouldn't dare come up to you, all too aware of the intimidation that comes from a man as large as him approaching lone women in a bar, and the last impression he ever wants to give a beautiful stranger like you is one of fear or disdain. Yet to his surprise, it's you who approaches him first.

Chubby chaser König is quick to obsess, not so much as hesitating before he falls head over heels for you, begging at your feet like a smitten puppy dog, tongue out, hands curled in front of his stupidly large chest. He'd be at your beck and call, practically worshipping the ground you walk on, showing you off like a dog who sniffed out the perfect bone. He presents you proudly to his colleagues, chest puffed out, chin held high as his fingers dip into the fat on either side of your waist, your confidence bolstered by his obvious pride.

He loves whatever you wear, doesn't care if you walk out of the house in sweats and a hoodie, or the skimpiest dress known to man, he thinks you look perfect regardless. And if you do decide to wear the latter, he's more than happy to scare the shit out of any man who dares leer your way, much to your delight (because there's nothing hotter than a pissed off 6'10 Austrian man beating the shit out of a snivelling pervert).

And although none of that aggression will ever be aimed at you, that doesn't mean you can't take advantage of it in the club toilets as he fucks you against cracked tiles, your dress bunched around your waist where your legs have come to wrap around his torso. His grip on the soft skin of your hips would feel delightful, the subtle sting of pain mixed with euphoric pleasure as his cock drags against the tight walls of your cunt; no amount of foreplay is ever able to prepare you for the ungodly stretch around his girth. He'd hold you up without breaking a sweat, perfecting the balance of taking and giving as he pushes you to your second orgasm with practiced ease.

"Made for me, liebling, all of you was made just for me, I know it," He'd pant against the crown of your head, eyes rolled back into his skull as your cunt throbs around him like a heartbeat, "I never want anyone but you, and this sweet, pretty cunt of yours."

[lenateliier]

Heh....did a silly little Aventurine thingy...hehe..