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[darabeatha]

/ my god i love hakuno and her husbands, good for her, good for her

[theloveinc]

don’t mistake my scary cat reader as a pick me girl just bc she doesn’t like haunted houses. she’s a freak, she has kinks, she’s just like you except she just doesn’t like horror movies and has to read all her gore in books☹️

[ironman-tonystark]

I'm not sure why Cap would want to go into the vents, but I'm blocking them, no one is allowed in there.

The compound is so ready for the big day tomorrow, Cap won't know what hit him. Let's just say, if he ever wondered what being at Woodstock was like, he's about to get really close to that experience. And yes; clothing optional.

[khorren]

GW2 Community, I'm curious. How informed are you about the game? Like, do you seek out news or are you just stumbling through the game alone and hope you find out stuff that way? Sadly this doesn't work well as a poll, but let's factor in these things (feel free to add in more!)

Patch notes

Updated patch notes when there's a build/hotfix

Main GW2 site for news

Reddit for 3rd party news (ie, just reading top level posts)

Reddit for guides / help on issues (ie, diving into the comments)

Twitter/Facebook/other official social media (sob they seem to have abandoned tumblr though)

Wiki!

That Shaman's Datamine

Part of a gw2 community that shares links found from elsewhere (like a discord)

Relying on it passing by on your dashboard

Random dev comments from streamers' stream chats

Dev tracker / dev comments on the forums

Have that one friend who tells you everything you need to know

If the game doesn't tell me, I probably wont notice

I had no idea any of this existed

I'm legit curious how people get their news / if they even get their news to begin with. lol. reblobs and comments all welcome <3

[boop-le-snoot]

I blame you for the rickyl brain rot so I felt it was appropriate to return the favour 💋

rickyl x reader blurb for @sinsandsweetness

cw: facesitting, human disaster rick grimes, teasing. 18+

without further ado,

Daryl's groan echoes throughout his room in the basement and bounces off the bare walls. The next noise is identical, but muffled. The fabric of her skirt rustles as he pushes it out of the way, tucking it sloppily into the waistband of her underwear- those, he doesn't bother removing. Just pushes the damp gusset to the side, fingers twitching from the hiss she releases as cool air meets the flushed lips of her cunt.

He doesn't waste precious seconds, just dives in. Nose smushed into the short tuft of her pubic hair, mouth enveloping both of her fat outer lips, nursing the essence off her like he would be sucking at the flesh of an overripe peach. Daryl hates those things - he's from Georgia, for fuck's sake, where everything is fucking peach flavoured - but she is just so sweet, so soft and sticky, he has problems with keeping his mouth off her most days. The meat of her ass plump under his rough palms.

He pushes at it, dragging her inner labia and clit along the seam of his mouth and she keens. The field of view is narrow - he can just about see the folded fabric of her top and the mounds of her heaving breasts, nipples poking through the cotton - but he can imagine. Her head thrown back, her bottom lip between her teeth. They've got the mostest privacy in the apocalypse in his basement but she is still so conscious of the noises she makes.

The noises he makes her make. Daryl flattens his tongue against her hard nub, flicking it with intent and precision. He wants, no, he needs to hear what she has been forced to hold back. His grip on her hips is bruising but it only eggs her on; experimentally, she rolls her hips over his mouth. Once, twice... he isn't sure who makes the low humming noise. Coulda be both of them, feeding off each other's desire.

“Baby, fuck, don't stop,” she pants through shallow breaths, the roll of her hips becoming a purposeful grind.

Daryl feels her skin protest to the drag of his coarse stubble. He'd gotten back from a long run just yesterday, had barely enough energy to rinse off the blood and grime and scarf down whatever stew that she had made with the Grimes' kids before he crashed down, hard. He is fully intent on making up for it, starting now.

Her hips stutter above him as more weight presses down on his chin; sticky cunt juice is pooling deep in his throat. He's drinking her straight from the source, swallowing her cunt with eager, too eager, gulps. If it sticks to the roof of his mouth, he'll suck it off his teeth just fine later. She grinds on him and he growls straight into her cunt, wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Sweat gathers under his palms and in the spaces between her cunt and legs.

Her face must be flushed. Sweat dripping from her hair, clear droplets running down her face that he would stick out his tongue and lick, like a parched dog, whenever he gets to fuck her. The thought of her snug cunt enveloping his aching cock makes it pitifully twitch and release a dribble of precum into his boxers.

She's close. Daryl knows it because that's just who he is. Attentive, a hunter, a tracker. He tracks her upcoming release through the fluttering of the entrance to her cunt, through the pulsing blood rushing to her clit. The nub is hard in his mouth, he flicks it easily and with abandon. His neglected cock twitches in sympathy.

Suddenly, there is a creak. There are footsteps, wide, unhurried. Daryl knows those footsteps, is deeply familiar with them, and their sudden presence makes him pause. Somewhat stupidly - his nose is brushing her clit with every single inhale as quiet tremors run through her body. Made that much more obvious by how still he'd gotten under her.

“Listen, Dar-” Rick ends his speech as soon as it begins.

She shuffles in place, leaning on the back of the couch. From Rick's position near the entrance, she knows Rick can't see Daryl face-deep in her cunt. Rick can't see anything at all in the near-darkness, just her still-clothed chest and her stiff nipples.

“Where's Daryl?” Rick, while frowning, seems incredulous.

A silent chuff wafts over her cunt; Daryl's exasperation makes out in the form of a muted chuckle.

“Busy,” she replies without thinking, aware of the hoarseness of her own voice.

“Well I need 'em for a thing,” Rick shrugs and looks around again, as if Daryl would suddenly appear from one of the dark corners in the single, wide room. No luck for Rick, though: the object of his inquiry stays still and doesn't even try to hide his smile as he presses his wet mouth into the inside of her thigh.

She frowns. “Is it urgent?”

“Sorta,” Rick begins to eye her with suspicion. The cogs are turning in his head but the picture doesn't seem to be adding up. It is comical to see his eyebrows draw tight over his eyes. “So where is he?”

Before she has the chance to react, Daryl's strong hands make quick work of dragging her down his chest. He sits up, just enough to poke his head from behind the couch, his face shining wet even in the settling twilight. There is a wet spot lower now, too, on his stomach, where he so ungracefully dragged her sensitive cunt.

Rick's eyes bulge.

“Wha?” Daryl makes an attempt to wipe his mouth and unstick some of the unruly bangs from the mess but it just ends up making him look even more fucked. “Wha's so urgent dat ya had ta barge in here like dat?”

“Uh,” Rick replies eloquently, eyes stuck to the sheen on Daryl's face. Unconsciously, the sheriff licks his lips, and immediately looks away. “S'nothin', it can wait,” he finally says, yet makes no moves to leave.

She snorts. Quietly, under her breath, but the two men are just that good. Both are looking at her now, one embarrassed, one incredulous.

“Well then go or join in, I was just about to cum,” she rolls her eyes, letting the annoyance bubble up and pop on the surface. She was close, until someone so rudely interrupted her beeline for pleasure. She didn't push down and get on Daryl's face for nothin', after all.

It's Daryl's turn to snort. He does so as he's laying back down and adjusting his grip on her hips, ready to pull her back in. “Naw, Rick ain't like dat. He's ol-fashioned,” and it's just friendly banter, all bark and no bite in Daryl's voice, but Rick begins to walk before Daryl's even through with it. In his defense, Daryl seems only mildly perplexed.

Mostly, he's amused. And then his expression is obscured by her body as he drags her cunt back up to his face and begins slurping. Noisily. On fucking purpose.

“Oh,” she gasps, at nothing in particular. At the feel of Daryl's wet hot tongue gathering what's left of her arousal. At Rick's red lips tilting into a haughty smirk. At Rick's finger dragging along her lips.

His hands taste of motor oil, metal and gunpowder. She wraps her tongue around, applies gentle suction to the tip of his thumb. The flavour combination is known to her, by Daryl's own hand, but current configuration is vastly unfamiliar. She meets Rick's eyes and grinds down on Daryl's mouth, her weeping cunt doing exactly nada to silence his satisfied groan.

[crepezinhos]

@bigmantiddys THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!

I’m sorry I’m printing this instead of responding it, but at least it will rot in my asks forever and serve me as motivation. Tumblr for some reason is offering me to “answer” you by posting your ask so it would look like I’m glazing myself, which I don’t wish to do so I’ll be posting this like this.

Anyway, I genuinely appreciate the fact that some of people enjoy and even want to eat or taste the things that I write! When I write, I almost always worry about pace and vocabulary and deliver things unsafe with my confidence, but seeing that you guys are satisfied enough to feel physical things, such as tears or butterflies, or aren’t bothered with what I believe are mistakes, makes my heart warm in comfort and this in specific made me giggle. ��️

Please, always feel free to show your appreciation in my fics with likes, reblobs and comments or to list yourself in my taglist! I’ll be very welcome to add you in my next works! 🤞

Thank you for your support! 🥰

[hahahahawk]

The Weeping

(Way of Kings re-read)

+ “A storm, you could react to. But this suffocation, this slow and steady dousing of life—that was far, far worse.” ~ Young Kal describing/reacting to the weeks of drizzling rain at the end of the year. (How curious the Rosharan calendars must be without seasons!)

~ But really, thinking about current-Kaladin’s situation is reflected in that description. Being s soldier is like a Highstorm. Dangerous, but definitive. In the heat of battle, a soldier is in clear contrast, a clear competition with the enemy. Bridgeman life is like the weeping. Powerless and under a constant grind of misery. Solider/Highstorm has clearly defined periods of activity and “calm”. Bridgeman/Weeping is an endless dull roar of dehumanization. Sure, doing bridge runs is often lethal, but that’s not death in the heat of battle, it’s being slaughtered as a defenseless individual.

…

Im super sleepy and likely to fall asleep soon, but will reblob this if there’s any other comments worth writing down

[ghuleh-recs]

★ Ghost Fandom Fic Rec Tag ★

VERY annoyed about the anon hate I’m seeing in my favorite writers’ ask boxes lately. So! I thought I'd live up to my username. Let’s appreciate some amazing writers and rec some fucking fics.

Rules (re: loose guidelines)

Pick some fics from your AO3 bookmarks or your likes/reblobs here on tumblr, and post them with links and a blurb about it. Maybe a summary or just a reason you liked it. As many or as few as you feel like sharing. Then, as one does, tag your friends.

This is a ZERO pressure tagging situation—if you’re too busy or don’t feel like participating, no biggie at allll. Let’s just spread some love and positivity shall we?

I’ll go first (some slightly spoiler-y descriptions ahead):

[REC] and 1080P by @st-danger We've got some absolutely delicious vulnerable Dew x completely smitten Swiss right here. Long story short, they send a video of Dew in panties to Aether. These are scorchingly hot. Part of Saint’s Kinktober series—which you better subscribe to if you haven’t already.

This Swiss x Aeon stoned hand kink ficlet from @crimsonclergy actually set my brain on fire yesterday. So there’s that.

This fic from @riconas featuring insecure Dew knotting Aether. A little desperate, a little mean, a LOT sexy.

A Touch Too Much by @miasmaghoul Hey have you ever wondered what would happen if Dew went into heat during a ritual? And how he might react to Papa singing about daddies and caressing him during KTGG? Hmm? You ever wonder about that?

It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever (so much you'd never get to know) by @littlemoon-beam oh boy this is some stunningly good Dew angst. This fic will hurt your feelings and then you’re gonna thank Moon for it. She really blasted into this fandom like the Kool-aid guy and we are honestly so hashtag blessed for it.

Now for some reader-insert if that’s more your style.

Misaimed Desire by @violet-lazer Whoops. You accidentally texted Secondo something saucy and he summons you to his office. Whatever will he do to you? Part of her excellent First Kisses: Papal Edition series. Terzo is next so y'all better subscribe.

Banchetto by @angellayercake This. This right here is the good shit. Terzo is wasting away, not handling life after the Ghost Project well at all. Primo and Secondo enlist your help seeing as you’ve got some serious cooking skills. This is gorgeously written with some god tier slow burn and eventual smut. It’s a WIP but the most recent chapter is super satisfying, don’t you worry.

The Cardinal's Bride by @ramblingoak If you’re not following along with this, you’re REALLY missing out. This is pure bodice-ripper GOLD. Some of the most satisfying slow burn I have EVER read. I reread the whole thing every time Oak drops a new chapter.

The Prince by @kissingghouls Vampire!Terzo x slayer!reader need I say more? I am loving the latest installment of Suck Club (you should really read them all). Terzo is pathetic and wears crop tops and it has me actually kicking my heels and giggling as I read.

One last thing:

Leave a comment on ao3, or reply/reblog (with tags) here on the hellsite anything you enjoyed that someone else recommended. I dare you. The author might even reply and you’ll feel oh so special.

I tag: @littlemoon-beam, @rightintheghoulies, @myghemicalghostmance, @angellayercake, @ramblingoak, @neekocalico, @kissingghouls, @stede-bonnets and anyone reading this that also enjoys fanfic. Yeah you. I’m so serious. Don't test me, boy.

(Feel free to tag me back because I have soooo many others but this already got way too long.)

[wideeyedloner]

i saw this and couldn’t resist:

my family wasn't this strict, but in some sects of buddhism you're not allowed to eat the "five pungent vegetables", onions garlic shallots leeks and umm chives i think, really any of those kind of vegetables. probably some monk ages ago was tired of onion farts stinking up the temple. anyways, one time my brother made a soup using all five of them. he said, "one sip of this, and you'll be reincarnated as a flea."

[averysaurus]

Please reblob to spread, as this is a small fandom, and keep your answers tagged #masked please, to keep Harlan from seeing it. He's probably already decided what's going to happen, but I don't want to inadvertently influence him, just in case.

[kupofdoodles]

nothing radiates pure joy other than the feeling of getting a reblob and seeing the nicest tags or comments ever

[drabsyo]

Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I started writing the fanfiction after making a brief script for it. Here is the link so you can keep up with it: https://www.wattpad.com/1396897802-veela-louve-a-fleurmione-fanfiction-introduction

I'll make the first official chapter soon, but please send your thoughts and I shall consider them! You're on of my favorite artists and I would love to hear from you! Have a nice day/night!

AAAAAAAAAAAA THAT'S AMAZING!!!! I don't have a wattpad account, but I'll be happy to share my thoughts from time to time or just scream wildly in the comments. I just love seeing art turned into fic, it's one of my absolute favorite things about fandom culture 🥹❤️ IT'S A HUGE HONOR! (In case you're on ao3, I'm on ao3 too)

And thank you, you don't know how much that means to me! Much love! I hope you're having a lovely day too. When you do post it, feel free to send links here if you want, so I can reblob and scream about it :> absolutely no pressure though!! ❤️

[an-na-ko]

Been thinking of Lobster and I know wherever he is, he loves you so, so much still

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

[officialzerofukugodofmisfortune]

Alright mortals if you guys want you can post your comment or reblob thus if you like... I'm asking you mortals this becouse I wanna know what's your opinion on my appearance

Please don't lie and be honest okay? I know how you damn mortals are okay?... just please be honest

[selkiefinalist]

angela can you bless us with any new fic recs? not to be so demanding i just live vicariously through your recs ❤️

i have a few things i can rec although i think i'm pretty diligent (if i'm aware of a fic post existing) about reblobbing the fic post itself, in which case feel free to sift through my 'fic rec' and 'hockey rpf' tags but i'm guessing you've done that already

i haven't been reading as much lately due to life reasons and the resulting scarcity of free time BUT some that have sat with me that i think everyone should read that i also don't know if i explicitly posted about:

sublimation point is a long kyle/willy that i accidentally fell into. really gorgeous writing that made me terribly envious. mind the (age) gap

summiting a fourteener just had me in all my ejnate feelings (not hard to do tbh) but is there anything better than reading one of your favorite authors write your favorite pairing? truly a gift to all of us

catch and release this put me in all my sad hurty friend feelings. i became so fond of the sharks that season that the avs played them like forty-seven times, gen fic, top-tier

every year with you is better with the last i still have not commented on this fic and it haunts me. cale/toews, one of those fics that changes the way you think about (and the way you write about) love and friendship, need to study this fic under a microscope or eat it like a sandwich it's so good

[theblob-1]

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