#well yall……

[mcondance]

i love you caspian 😞

caspian would be so gentle with his girlfriend…… you insist on going on his travels with him because you don’t want to leave him alone, as you know how in his head he gets at times……… so you set sail with him……… and he’s so sweet to you on board…….. i would say you don’t lift a finger while you’re there, but caspian knows you’re not the type to just sit still while everyone else is bustling around you. and, you like sailing. so he lets you help with whatever you want to help with. he’s still worried for you though, especially when he can’t see you, so he pulls drinian and reepicheep to the side on your first day at sea and tells them “look out for your lady.” drinian and reepicheep oblige. especially reepicheep, as he splits his time between helping with the ship and perching on your shoulder as you pick up whatever task you see left undone.

at times, caspian’s so overwhelmed by your beauty that he stops what he’s doing and just stares. “look at our king,” the crewmates whisper when they catch him watching you again, “he’s in love.”

and at night, when reep’s on watch, and drinian’s looking over the map, at night when things are quiet and calm, you find yourself in caspian’s lap in his quarters, your pink, flowy nightdress bunched in his lap with his hands seemingly all over you. caspian’s level-headed, and he’s a man of control and wisdom, but watching you enjoy yourself doing something he loves endlessly tightens his chest and causes him to turn over and pepper kisses and praises along your jaw until you end up here, rocking back and forth with the motion of the ship.

“you’re so beautiful, do you know that?” he’s speaking, but it’s like he’s inside your mind, because it’s so much and you couldn’t respond even if you tried your hardest. all he gets back is a whine and another sway of your hips, but it’s enough for him. hearing his princess feel good because of him is more than enough. in a while, a long while because you two could kiss and touch for hours, he’ll finally slip your underwear off with his lips still pressed to yours, and slip in like that.

“oh, caspian,” you gasp when the head of him notches against your entrance, and caspian swears he feels you trying to suck him in.

“yes, my love?” he asks as he slips in just a bit, his arm braced around your back, his devoted eyes fixed directly on your divine face. at your whine, he feels his heart melt even further in his beating chest. further down you slide, whimpering all the while, until you’re flush against him.

like this, you and caspian stay, for a while. it’s always been like this, there’s never been a rush to move to the next stage, and you and caspian quite like this one. slowly, you find that the slow rocking of the ship provides soft, muted stimulation, and caspian’s heart swells as he realizes that two of his greatest loves are working in tandem now.

“my love, my right hand, my companion,” he all but moans into the soft fabric of your nightdress. when he thinks about how much he loves you his mind bends. you nod at every declaration, gazing into his eyes and finding love reflected back at you. when he’s like this, he can’t stop himself from waxing soliloquies to you. “i’ve travelled so many seas, seen lands so beautiful, but none have been as beautiful as you. aslan has blessed me so.”

in the midst of his admissions, you both begin to move slowly, and still his mouth drips milk and honey.

“i love you,” you confess, and a groan rips out of his chest, “i love this, i love sailing with you, i love watching you lead, i love you.”

“we can do this until aslan calls us home. i’ll take you as far as you want. i promise- i swear i’ll show you beauty you’ve never seen before. but none will hold a candle to you. nothing will ever be as beautiful as you.”

at times you wonder what you did to deserve a love like this. caspian wonders the same. his thanks to aslan are ever-flowing.

in the morning, he’ll wake before you and take pleasure in watching you rest. the soft roll of the ship calms you, and keeps you suspended in sleep. when you wake, with sleep still in your eyes, and climb to the top deck, caspian’s eyes melt when he spots you.

“good morning, high princess!” reepicheep greets you, and caspian thinks he could lose his breath watching you play with reep, your dress flowing in the wind, so graceful and so very beautiful.

sometimes, you help him keep watch. perched up on the upper deck, you rest your head on his shoulder and he intertwines his fingers with yours, and you both watch the sea roll. caspian loves you, narnia, and the sea, and traveling. and here, with you by his side, the sea billowing under him on a voyage to unknown lands, and the title of king, he has all his loves with him.

[robinsgrl]

toxic baby daddy rafe does something to me. no soft rafe (only with his girls and only sometimes). he’s abrasive and harsh. even more when someone messes with you. yooo where my panties at

mdni 18+

It’s been three months. Three months without Rafe as your boyfriend. Three months of his only title in your life being your baby daddy. There were days where you would refuse to even call him that.

In high school, you loved the sound of his voice. You loved how the palm of his hand felt at the small of your back. You loved that being around him brought you a sense of peace.

Now, all you two do is argue. About everything and anything. Even if you do start half of them. Not now, though.

“What I do in my spare time is none of your business!” Luckily, Samara’s in the living room, her noise cancelling headphones on as she watches some YouTube show, giggling when something funny comes up. You’d usually try and pay attention to her screen time but you can’t when Rafe is in your home and bitching at you.

“So you’re whoring it up when Samara’s with me?” His words are harsh, spitting them at you.

Your eyes are wide and bewildered as you look up at him, chest rising and falling from the intense match you’re having. “Listen to yourself! Whoring it up? Are you from the fifties? Women can have sex without being called a whore nowadays!”

“So you are fucking someone? Who is he.” It’s not a question. It’s a goddamn demand and you hate the way it makes your knees feel weak.

You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes. “I’m not fucking anyone.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, ___, Topper fucking saw you.”

“Topper’s your dick rider.” You spit back out. It comes without warning. His big hand falls on your neck, tightening around you. Your back pushes up against the wall, eyes wide and up on his as he stares down at you angrily.

His face nears yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A shudder runs through your body and you want to shut your legs to help ease the sensation between them but he forces his knee to you. “I’ll kill any man who gets near you, do you fucking hear me?” His words are low and menacing. From anyone else, it’d be scary. It’d drive you away and straight to goddamn police station. But from him? You can’t deny how good it feels.

Rafe’s always been protective of you. Since you two met, he’s hovered around you like a scary dog, growling at anyone who came your way. It grew when you got knocked up in your senior year of high school. And it grew tenfold when your baby girl was born. But it got to be suffocating. You broke it off with him and it took him two weeks to realize you were being serious.

You would never admit that you made a mistake. Not ever. Admitting that you miss him only lets him win. It gives him a point. And yes, you should be mature enough to realize this isn’t a game but he’s so damn cocky about it. The last thing you need from Rafe is a bigger ego.

“Who is he?”

“Eric. Eric Jones.” You admit easily, breath shaky and full of a need for him.

“Did he fuck you?”

You can’t answer. He repeats himself.

“Did he fuck you?”

You nod, hands falling to his arm as his hand tightens on your neck. His eyes won’t leave your face, taking you in completely. You can see it all. The anger. The jealousy. The twinge of hurt. He pulls his hand from your neck and pulls away from you. “Call your mother. Tell her to pick Samara up.”

“What?”

“Just fucking do it.” And you do. Like always, you do as told and Samara’s off with her grandma for the night.

“He can’t fuck you like I can.” You’re a drooling mess as he pounds into you from behind, the sound of skin on skin meeting fills the room. His hand is in your hair, forcing your head back. “Tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

The moans and whimpers coming from you won’t stop. You try to form words as he keeps shattering your world but it won’t come out. “Fucking slut. Answer me.” His hands trail down to your neck, pushing you up slightly to sit as he keeps fucking into you. Your back arches up against him, toes curling as you feel the building ache in the bottom of your belly.

He groans loudly as he feels your walls clench down on him as you curse out loud, grinding down on him to reach that peak you want so badly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. He couldn’t even fuck you right, could he? My poor girl, getting fucked by amateurs.” His fingers trail down to your freed tits, pinching at your pebbled nipples. “I don’t care what break you think we’re on, when you need a good fucking, come to me. No one can ever make you this cock drunk.”

You’re nodding frantically, “yes, yes, fuck, Rafe! Rafe! Oh, fuck!” You come undone when his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing at your sensitive and pulsing bundle of nerves.

At this very moment, you’re grateful for the house that Rafe bought you instead of cooping up in the one bedroom apartment you wanted when you moved out of his place. You had hated the power he had for giving you such a nice place but you’re grateful now as you moan and yell his name, body convulsing as his fingers keep working against you.

“Raaaafe, fuck!” He’s pushing deep and deeper as he pushes your front side back onto the bed. The overstimulation is making you writhe beneath him, pretty whimpers leaving your swollen and reddened lips. You can tell he’s reaching his own end when his thrusts become harder and longer, momentum slowing.

One pump. Two pumps. Three. Four. And he’s groaning in your ear, his front pressed up against your back as he comes inside of you from behind, your cunt fluttering around him at the full feeling of his load.

—

You awaken hours later to the bed dipping beside you. You had fallen asleep in Rafe’s arms after he had cleaned you up and whispered soothing and sweet nothings into your ear.

“Rafe?” You sit up tiredly, rubbing at your eyes to wipe the sleep away. His back is turned to you, the most relaxed you’d seen him in a while.

You scooch closer to him, pinched eyes trying to take a look at him. A small gasp leaves you as you see his bloodied and scarred hands. “Go back to sleep, baby.” His polo is covered in dribbles of blood, some drops of it drying up on his face.

You want to ask questions. You want to clean him up. But you can’t. You’re not a very good liar and the last time the police came around asking for your help, you almost broke, but Rafe was always thinking of you, his lawyer cleaning up the mess you made with the police. He had kissed and soothed you down from your teary apologies that night for being weak.

You nod, yawning softly, “okay… just… put the shirt in the wash.” It’s his turn to nod, a soft smile on his face as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

[ctrlzxoo]

ROUND 7: amongst a sea of green, is a glimpse of snow

Bonus: happy end(?)

[ochiody]

penelope of sparta

[hamsterdads]

hs beta kids in my little pony <3

[nevesceramics]

WIP peek at the hugging werewolves ♥

[ocdhuacheng]

So laios and fallin have been ostracized by society since they were children, Marcille has lifelong grief from constantly outliving her loved ones that leads her to dark magics, kabru’s village was destroyed by monsters, senshi and mithrun both have horror movie level backstories, izutsumi was sold as a freak show attraction, and then there’s chilchuck, who is a normal ass divorced middle aged man. And somehow he’s the most shady and secretive out of all of them

Edit can y’all please let me live I didn’t make this post bc I think chilchuck doesn’t have his own trauma or doesn’t experience racism or that being a union boss is a walk in the park or whatever I made it because him lying that he cheated on his wife to get the others to stop asking about his family was funny as fuck. Come on.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike meets Jeremy Fitzgerald

[galacticsabc]

Pokemon gijinkas but make it dnd.

[housederiva]

Rook…Slick….Scruffy….Bangles…Hero…Smokey….Bones…. and Harding :)

[that-satireguy]

dont mind me just thinking about the fact that some of yall genuinely believe that the only trans people in 3rd world countries are trans women and have never considered the impact of forced pregnancy, child marriage, fgm and honor killings on trans men and when people like me talk about it you do an obligatory reblog then forget 40 seconds later and start talking about how transmasc invisibility is a good thing.

[timethehobo]

Emmy being self-conscious of his age, and maybe even about how he looks. 🥺 Rook loves him anyway.

[zeldareference]

bro thought he had rizz 😭😭💀

silly :3

also!! a crappier doodle thing too 🔥 bc tbh id say theyre both freaky……. except one is much more obvious abt it than the other……..

fell sans belongs to underfella

swap sans belongs to popcornpr1nce

[spitedemon]

i really don’t think it’s “typical dragon age fandom nonsense” for people to be genuinely upset about the world state choices. combat, level design, art direction, gameplay gimmicks, those have all varied across each dragon age game. the one thing that’s remained constant are nods to our previous choices.

i wasn’t expecting my HoF to come riding in on a griffon, but i can’t find a monument dedicated to warden tabris somewhere around the anderfels? lucanis couldn’t have some lines about the time that one arainai boy was stirring up trouble in antiva city? you’re gonna tell me that making a mage the new divine wouldn’t have some impact on nevarra and antiva? on the anderfels, the supposed most devout militant andrastian nation in thedas? you’re saying nobody in the north is paying attention to who rules orlais or ferelden? come on.

[akirateku]

help

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎