#unnormal

[fadingzipperdragongoop]

(𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙊 ᴰᴶ)

[mersei47]

weekend means I get to draw random shit more than usual

[taffybuns]

you felt like you were choking on her ghost.

[starflungwaddledee]

time flies when you're feeling loved. happy birthday, bandee! [x]

[stomachayx]

Boombox expression practice

[cosmicwhoreo]

Moon Pearl

hwat if BP finally reformed after years of grief and took her mum's place as the new embodiment of the Almighty Sea~?

But, be wise to not mistake this change of mind as passive. For she is as beautiful as she is volatile, sailors of all stripes being cautioned to offer tribute to the sea for the promise of a safe voyage.

[books-and-dragons]

percy jackson trailer AND hunger games tbosas trailer both within 24 hours, how we all doing?

[gunsatthaphan]

"do you have a dream?"

[tartaruga-cosmica]

I am so so busy at work but when I am not busy at work I am thinking about Flare Varleon from the hit Massive Multiplayer Online Game Warframe, actually. Thank you SO MUCH to my dear friend @elvenbeard for drawing them for me! Please go check out his commissions, him and his kittycat Luna need support! He does amazing work, I am a repeatedly satisfied customer <3 :3

[beetlethebug]

i am a dom!bottom! emmrich truther and i will die on this hill. i want this man to talk rook through prepping him. splayed on his back, propped up on his elbows, legs spread and gaze heavy as he says, "that's it, darling. you can press further--that's it. the way your finger feels is exquisite, darling. just like that. doing so well for me." getting a little breathier, a little less eloquent, when one finger becomes two and then becomes three. hands reaching to take both of rook's to hold them once they finally slip inside, leg wrapping around their hips to keep them close.

so much praise as rook begins to find their rhythm. every little cant of their hips, the way their body shudders and shakes. hands running up and down their arms when they moan and babble about how good emmrich feels. emmrich fully composed and steady as rook becomes a shuddering, weeping mess as he praises them and coaxes them to go faster, thrust harder, because he knows that he can take it, darling, and don't you want to help him feel good? that they're doing so lovely, and he wants them to take their pleasure however they wish.

emmrich who prefers being penetrated because of the thrill of the dynamic. the trust that it requires. the control. emmrich settled atop rook's cock, hands on their chest, telling them to be good and patient as he rolls his hips at a pace so slow it's nearly glacial. Running a hand through his hair because he knows what it does to rook to see him a little undone. watching how rook's eyes get dark and glazed as they watch the sweat drip down his collarbone, the flex of his abdomen and muscles in his thighs.

emmrich who will use magic to truss up his partner and driving them wild by how composed he remains even as rook is pounding into him with everything they have. cast never faltering, head lolled back, a hand in their hair as he reminds them that he's fully prepared to keep them here until he's had his fill.

[tennessoui]

#5 for obikin for the ask game?

of course !!

(from this ask game)

5. "wait a minute. are you jealous?"

"I think I'm leaning towards the steak," Padmé says with that hum in her voice that means she's already decided what she plans to order and that it will indeed be the steak. "It's been so long since we've managed to go out like this. It's almost worth a celebration of its own, wouldn't you say?"

Anakin nods and smiles, closing his own flimsi menu with a flourish. If Padmé is getting the steak, then Anakin can as well certainly. It's much easier that way, for their needs to be aligned like that.

Padmé is right, too - it's been so long since they've spent a night together outside of her quarters. Due to the secrecy of their relationship and their own popularity, it's almost never secure enough to be seen together in public.

Except that apparently in the last month, while Anakin was knee deep in Mid-rim planet mud, a restaurant has opened on Coruscant that guarantees complete privacy for its patrons, a promise they keep by thick forcefields and thicker curtains set up in between each table. Food is delivered by droids that have their memory drives wiped each night, and the two humanoids that run the reservation system require fake names and documents from customers in order to book a table.

It's completely and totally private, and being out in public--sort of--with his wife on a night where he and all of his loved ones are safe on Coruscant...that is a cause for celebration.

And Anakin thinks he would genuinely feel happy in these circumstances if it weren't for one very small and very unfortunate detail.

The force fields the staff have installed block sound from traveling between tables.

They do nothing to block Force signatures.

And Anakin would recognize the Force signature behind him anywhere in the entire galaxy.

"Anakin?" Padmé's fingers land on the ball of his wrist and squeeze gently. It must not have been the first time she's called his name.

"Sorry, angel," he tells her automatically. The serving droid that has appeared at their table beeps at him impatiently, and he gives it his order as well. Same as hers, down to the optional sides. "My mind is not with me tonight," he admits the moment the apparatus sinks into the floor.

His wife squeezes his wrist again, fingers ghosting over the fragile skin.

Obi-Wan is here. Is he--why would he be here? It is a place made to be kept secret, made for secrets. Obi-Wan shouldn't keep secrets. He shouldn't be here.

And who has he brought with him? It is not a restaurant one travels to in order to eat alone.

"Anakin?" Padmé says, loudly enough to mean she has once more had to call for his attention many times.

"Sorry," he replies automatically, taking his wrist from her possession and running his hands through his hair. It's either occupy his hands or reach behind him to the solid curtain and rip it open. Obi-Wan is behind that curtain. In an engagement. A secret engagement.

A secret dinner engagement.

And Anakin didn't know about it.

"Is it the war?" Padmé asked, honey-brown eyes soft and gentle with sympathy.

"What?" Anakin blinks and then frowns. "No." They're two years into the blasted war. It's never put him off his dinner yet.

"Then..." she asks leadingly, taking her hand back from his side of the table and placing it in her lap. "What is on your mind, Ani?"

Well, he thinks, their booth is soundproof. And he finds that he must tell someone. Immediately. Obi-Wan is sitting behind him, meeting someone who Anakin may not know--or worse, who Anakin may know--and Anakin can feel him. His master is right there. With someone else.

"It's Obi-Wan," he admits to his wife in low tones.

For some reason, she does not look surprised. "Oh?"

"He's here," Anakin adds. "I can feel him in the Force."

Padmé blinks, but she still does not look surprised. "What a coincidence," she says, and Anakin narrows his eyes.

"What do you know," he demands, more war general in the moment than husband. "Who is he with? Did he mention it to you? When? Did he tell you why he's here?"

Her pink mouth falls into a small 'o' as her eyebrows raise. "Wait a minute," she says slowly. "Are you jealous?"

Anakin scowls. "Of course not," he snaps, drumming his fingertips on the tabletop so he doesn't give into the desire to rip open the curtain at his back. "You can talk to whoever you please."

Padmé's eyebrows furrow, and her eyes are far too considering. Too much politician, not enough wife. "I didn't mean of me," she says.

[totallynotokguys]

Time: goes down the stairs like a normal person.

Wind: goes down the stairs as the gremlin inside all of us demands.

Four: ... what? what the bleeding cerebellum is going on here?! Who does that? Scratch that- WHAT does that?! What creature goes down stairs like that? No seriously! Do that right now. Find some stairs. Put your hands behind your head and go down them. For added effect put a shield and sword on your back too (or a backpack with your college science textbooks). Now go down the steps. All the way down. I dare you! See how it feels! Feel how it absolutely messes with your balance! Feel how weird it is!!!!

[emmavakarian-theirin]

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[toastbaby]

I'm on page 300 of Mockingjay (progress!) and there would be so much to say, but here's a part I hadn't paid much attention to earlier (happens after the dinner where Peeta appears): "I sit on my bed, trying to stuff information from my Military Tactics books into my head while memories of my nights with Peeta on the train distract me."

Even when Katniss and Peeta are basically at their lowest point when it comes to their relationship, Katniss still can't get those memories out of her head. That is very telling of how much they meant for her emotionally, even physically nothing happened aside from cuddling.

[starflungwaddledee]

happy birthday. you are so, so loved

[klavat]

I'm so sorry king, I thought that was your boob-windows and naked shoulders