#ye a h

[sukugo]

Hiccup Haddock Horrendous III, dragon master fucker

[acoraxia]

My OC lore is so funny silly because I CAN make a post explaining the summary of their verse but i am alas too focused on figuring out how to make a lil guide on how I draw my Lamb and Narinder and Mystic Seller for that

[baladric]

Hello! Where can I find the Goblin Emperor Pirate!AU? I have seen excellent art and posts of snippets floating around, and I would like to read the whole thing.

ahah, ain't that the question!!

we've done a weird & annoying thing where we decided real early that we needed to write the entire thing before starting to post it, bc we knew it was gonna change DRASTICALLY as we wrote—and it did, and it has, and it has taken a VERY long time BUT!

BUT

chapter one will be up sometime this weekend :>

(finally)

(a year & four months later)

[sxcret-garden]

hmmmmm i feel like doing a few short drabbles for some instant gratification but for whooooo

[cinnbar-bun]

You like Weather Report don’t ya 🫵🤨

GET OUT OF MY WALLS!! GET OUT!!!

[snickiebear]

just finished @insanewordcount 's loaded march and what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK am i supposed to do now i cannot??? function??????????

[sotogalmo]

hdbsjdbjsbdjsvhsb

shout out to mutuals that have fucked up sleep schedule it's like we live in the same timezone

[halosofhurt]

sidsledge..........

[gawkeye-pierce]

inspired by this post

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

odysseus: what doesn't kill me better start running, because now i'm fucking pissed

*six hundred strike starts playing*

[cymk8]

✨c o n t e x t✨

[acoraxia]

To the people who cannot read and keep sending me a certain ship in my inbox - you’re the reason why I haven’t turned anons back on in a while

[yikes-belly]

I love when we don’t acknowledge it. I make a pan of lasagna and we sit at the table with the nice tablecloth and candles lit and you chatter about your day. I serve you another slice. We talk about what we should do this weekend. I serve you another slice. Your cheeks look rosy in the candlelight and the wine is making me warm and affectionate. I serve you another slice. You’re complaining about the jerk at work but you’re also looking a little full. We’ve finished the lasagna and I bring out the cheesecake. We don’t acknowledge it but you look up at me with heavy, dark eyes as I put some down in front of you. I do most of the talking while we eat dessert. You’re concentrating now on finishing everything I give you, keeping up the charade that you’re not stuffed to the gills with most of the meal I’ve made for the two of us. I know you’re at your limit but I play oblivious and ask if you want more. My resolve almost breaks as I hear the faintest little whimper, but I keep playing the game, not letting you know yet how good you look, how full. I clear our dishes and I let you wait, heavy, bloated with food, probably unable to get up and help though we haven’t acknowledged that yet either. In a minute I’ll take mercy on you, maybe ask you innocently: is everything alright? You’ll deny it at first, because that’s fun for us; you know that I know that you’re packed tight and turned on about it, but you don’t want to admit it to me yet. And you’ll finally put a hand on your belly and look up at me pleadingly.

“I’m so full”

“Oh?”

“I ate too much”

“Aw, my poor baby”

“My tummy hurts”

And the dam breaks and I’m all over you. We held out long enough, and your sore tummy needs my attention. I did this to you, after all. We both know that you’ll eat anything I put in front of you, you just can’t help it, can you? It’s fun to pretend that I don’t notice how much you’re eating but the truth is, I watched you like a hawk. I saw the way you shifted uncomfortably in your chair when I got you thirds, I noticed the way your shirt clung to your belly after dessert, how your breathing got heavier and heavier as you got fuller and more turned on. You did so well for me, baby. Now let me take care of that full tummy of yours.

[ruvigapo]

Run boy run!! The sex monsters eat salmon!!

In which i arrive Fashionably Late to the fishssek party

[cute-sucker]

domestic life (w/rafe)

about: this series is gonna be super, short and cute! just a bunch of compilation of your life with rafe + super super domestic fluff <3 send requests if you would like !

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you always knew that rafe was fit, your keen eyes always travelling to the bulky parts of his body. he was handsome beyond grief, and he knew it too. but there was one thing that you never asked him; his workout.

now there was one thing. you knew he would get excited about it. judging by the amount of supplements that he tried to get you to have. all you did was wrinkle your nose as he tossed a few pills in his mouth and then grinded down his green power.

disgusting.

but here you were watching your boyfriend leave tanyhill, trying to go workout and a sudden peak of interest hit you. what if you went with him? after all, your nail technician had cancelled on you because she had caught something like the cold, and your evening was probably going to be spent laying on a couch watching modern family.

"rafe?" you called out tentatively, watching him stuff things in his bag. he looked concentrated, as he gave you a grunt in response. you bit your lip, before trying to walk closer to him.

you pinch his bicep, "rafe, where are you going?"

you know damn well where he's going, but you can't help but batt your pretty eyelashes in his direction hoping that he'd take the bait. and as always, rafe smiled at you - before jerking his hand to his bag.

"just going to the gym. gotta stay fit," he reprimanded, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, "if you need anything, just give me a call. i'll be here for a while."

you pouted, folding your arms, and then frowning, "but what if i need you to stay?"

he cocked an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, "you need me to stay? more like want me to stay. is this because your friends cancelled on their little trip to the beach? you want me to stay, 'cause you got nobody to entertain you?"

"don't be mean rafe!"

he gave you a pointed look, a calloused hand rubbing your cheek but you couldn't help but glare.

"you're my boyfriend, what if i want to stay with you?"

then you gave him a cheeky smile, dragging him closer to you as he groaned.

"you got me, good woman. you got me good."