#wheeeeeee :]

[kicks0u]

oughhh anyway

[modmad]

TPOH VOLUME 4 KICKSTARTER IS HAPPENING NOW RIGHT NOW!

Back by popular demand and just in time for the Month of Spooky that's right it's me I'm back and I got a BRAND NEW BOOK for you and all we got to do is get to the finish line to make it happen!

GO HELP SUPPORT OUR FOURTH EVER BOOK!

We also have some cool stuff in the wings if we make it to the stretch goals! Go check it out! :D

[sermna]

sometimes when I think I'm going insane I make myself build houses in the sims. that way when I actually lose it I can draw them 👍

[jordiipordii]

ya ever just having a nice evening and then remember that Jeremy Knox doesn’t know where his birth certificate is or is that just me

[holmesianpose]

Chapters: 62/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Philip Anderson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Historical, Boats and Ships, Sailor!John, Aristocrat!Sherlock, AU, Johnlock Trope Challenge, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Young!naive!Sherlock, Muscular!Sea-hardened!John, POV Sherlock Holmes, SailorLock, sailinglock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Anderson has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, Sherlock is a sad gay baby, boxing lessons, Sherlock's Violin, sailor!lock, Sailing, First Kiss, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Top John Watson, Sherlock is a trembling gay flower petal, John is a golden god of sex, First Time, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Age of Sail, Regency, Threats of Violence, Threats of sexual violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, THIS STORY WILL HAVE THE HAPPIEST ENDING YOU CAN POSSIBLY STOMACH, but there will be angst and conflict along the way, and also lots and lots of sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Don't copy to another site, Alternate Universe - Age of Sail, Alternate Universe - Regency, Rimming Summary:

When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.

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Guys. It’s up. The longest chapter of OFD to date. 😅 Just in time for its 11th birthday coming up this week... hope you all enjoy it! 😁 And Happy Pride!!!!!! 🌈🌈🌈🌊🌸✨🥳🥳🥳

[see-arcane]

Re: Carmilla, Episode 14, The Meeting THOUGHTS

The sword and axe sound effects were so good! The swishes at Carmilla in Bertha's room, the miss into the wood, the clatter on the ground. Very small, but they add texture to the scenes

Love the hisses and snarls from Carmilla (Catmilla).

Small kudos to the General for reading the 'crazy' proto-Van Helsing doctor's note and, in a way totally antithetical to the Classic Supernatural-Disbelieving Patriarch trope, he actually throws up his hands and decides Fine. I'll give it a chance. and camps out per the doctor's suggestion. Cue Millarca reveal. For all the clear anti-queer undercurrents to the whole bullshit LESBIANS ARE COMING TO RUIN YOUR DAUGHTERS scare factor, in the pure surface text he is technically being more proactive and non-oblivious than Laura's father, who has still obviously not connected a single dot yet between Bertha's situation and his own daughter's

Heartbreaking: The homophobe-coded old man recognized what genre he was in first

And then of course we end with the General telling our young maiden protagonist to run away to the pastor/church to save herself from the wicked gay seductress monster. Because subtlety. 🤡

[rad-roche]

kisses are a mixed bag to draw because on one hand you've got two figures, one with their face at a difficult, rarely-seen angle, and if you botch it the whole thing just looks wrong, but on the other hand wheeee haha yaayyy hahah woohoo yaayyyy they're kissing haha

[12thhouse-sun]

a bene placito

Gale x f!Tav

1.9k words

Explicit

AO3 Link

Tags: PWP, Cockwarming, Fluff, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand. Literally just smut.

banner from @saradika

“You’re chipper for a man who had not three, not four, but six glasses of port last night.”

“That is because I have a talented, beautiful, benevolent wife who will cast Lesser Restoration at a moment’s notice and I would be a boor if I did not show her my utmost gratitude.”

There is a slight chill to the room that sparks goosebumps all over her skin, but Poppy doesn’t complain due to her warm and very naked husband laying on top of her. Gale’s lips traverse her collarbone and shoulders, sucking and biting his way across. Both of his large hands cup a breast each, oh so gently kneading the soft flesh in the way he knows riles her up.

“I think you just liked my tits in that dress I wore last night and you’re sore that you didn’t get to do anything about it until now.”

That cheeky Dekarios smirk tugs at the corners of his lips but the words that come out don’t match the look. “My stars, you know better than anyone that I don’t need any reason to worship your body. Though, if I had to have one, that dress would certainly qualify.”

Said dress is draped over her dressing screen, peeled off late last night once all of their guests went home. Their annual Midwinter party was a rousing success, too successful even. Poppy had hoped to sneak away with Gale at some point in the evening, but the tasks of hosts never dwindles. As such they were busy socializing and tending to their guests long into the evening and once they were alone Gale was too drunk and both were too exhausted to do anything about it, crawling into bed and passing out expeditiously.

Now, with the clarity that comes with the immediacy of a Lesser Restoration-cured hangover and a good night’s sleep, her husband initiates what they both missed out on last night.

Gale’s hands move with purpose, one of them skating down her side and over her ass, squeezing a little before gripping her thigh and hooking it over his own. His hot arousal presses against her abdomen insistently, a wordless promise.

She rolls her hips in an attempt to get her to touch her where she wants to most. Gale’s hands and mouth have been distinctly nowhere near her core, the ever-loving tease that he is, and she is not above begging. Gale chuckles into her neck but doesn’t otherwise move, continuing instead to coax bruises to bloom on her skin with every hard suck and bite.

“Gale,” Poppy whines, trying to roll her hips into his again.

“Mmmm I am quite busy at the moment, my love,” he murmurs between each kiss. “Do you need something?”

“I need you to touch me you insufferable man,” she gasps right as the hand on her breast tugs on her nipple sharply.

“But I am touching you—is this not acceptable? You know I always strive to do whatever it takes to make you feel good.” His eyes finally meet hers and they’re black as night and that smirk is now fully-formed as he revels in his power.

“Taste me, finger me, fuck me, please—”

“As you wish.” Gale surges up and Poppy is left cold without him pressed against her. He sits back on his heels and his hands move in a familiar motion. Poppy feels a tingling behind her knees that almost makes her laugh as two mage hands push her legs back and spread them, fully exposing her to her lover.

It’s been five years since Baldur’s Gate. Five years since they found each other, caught each other. They’re no longer struggling for food on the road, no longer walking miles and miles a day or working their bodies fighting for their lives. Gale sits before her, delightfully soft and alive. Scars from difficult injuries are long-faded, the orb now just a faint suggestion of a shape, and even more gray hairs dot his beard and course through his brown locks. It’s been five years since they fell in love and Poppy finds these days that she has somehow fallen even more in love with him, and has become even more attracted to him.

His own hands now free to do what they please, they graze along the soft inside of her thighs, making her tremble. The cool air has turned her nipples to hardened buds. They have not escaped Gale’s notice. Leaning forward, he sucks one bejeweled nipple into his mouth as one of his hands begins rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves at her center.

Her body reacts faster than her mouth at his touch, her hips quivering at his attentions but it’s when he bites her breast that suddenly her orgasm no longer seems far away. Gale doesn’t stop, doesn’t stutter; his deft fingers keep working her as if nothing has changed.

Poppy’s breaths come in gasps now and her hands scrabble for purchase in his soft hair. The moan she summons from him warms her chest and fills her with satisfaction. He may be leading this dance but it’s always reassuring to see that she still affects him as much as he affects her.

“Gale,” she moans, high-pitched and wanting. He growls against her chest now, his free hand shooting up to tug on her hair, arching her head back to expose her neck to him. Gale lavs on her throat with abandon and now that he’s pushed farther up her body, the hard and weeping head of his cock nudges her thigh.

His hand on her clit caresses her folds, drawing out her pleasure until he slips two fingers into her center, making her cry out his name again.

“Quite ready for me, aren’t you?” he whispers huskily into her ear, beard tickling the shell.

“Fuck please, please Gale.” Poppy’s mind reels with pleasure as his fingers curl inside her over and over and over.

Just as quickly as he starts, his hand is gone and she cries out at their absence. Poppy is about to question him when instead his hand in her hair grabs her hand, settling it over her head. His free hand directs his length to her entrance and he sheaths himself inside her in one fluid motion.

Their collective groans is a song, a harmony they have long practiced. Settling between her legs, Gale’s hands slide up her arms to link with hers above her head and he kisses her deeply.

Gale lays there unmoving while his hard cock throbs inside of her and Poppy trembles with anticipation. He has effectively trapped her, locked hands above her head and legs spread wide as they are with his dual mage hands.

It’s as if he were made for her, as if they were meant for each other this whole time. Even though there was a point where Poppy thought they wasted years not acting upon something that clearly was meant to be, it was only properly meant to be as it came together. They’re meant for each other now until the end of their days.

He has mastered her, truly. Everything is effortless with him, including her orgasms. Time is an illusion when they fuck and this is no different, but in these moments where their bodies are practically one and locked in place as she is, it’s as if she’s reached another level of pleasure. Poppy loves being close to Gale and despite the sweat that forms between them she glows in the sensation. He hasn’t moved but suddenly the crash is there, waves of pleasure pulsing through her as his cock warms itself within her; the stretch of his cock and the press of him against her body are enough. He is always enough.

“Sweet hells,” Gale groans. “I will never tire of feeling your ecstasy around me. Every time serves as a reminder as to how lucky I am to be able to pleasure you.”

His hips start moving then at the peak of her overstimulation. It’s so good and too much and just right all at once. Gale’s favorite thing is to draw out their pleasure for as long as possible but he reveals himself and how far gone he is when he doesn’t measure his pace. Her wizard’s ruts into her relentlessly, hips pistoning against hers as if they were on a time limit.

“Fuck, fuck,” Poppy cries as he tugs her pleasure to the forefront once more.

“Are you going to come for me again? You sound so sweet when you sing for me. A song only I get to hear, something all for me.”

If it were warm enough to keep their windows open, there would be no denying to passers-by outside what is happening in this room. The vulgar sounds of their bodies slapping together and their mutual keens of rapture are explicit and undeniable.

“You astonish me,” he gasps as he fucks her. “I have lost count how often I’ve bedded you but each time feels like the first. It is a privilege to stand beside you and call myself yours, and a luxury to be the one you call home.”

How he manages to keep talking and find new things to say every time is the truly astonishing thing, but Poppy’s not one to converse or needle him when in this position. Gale is quite effective at trumping those desires, making room only for one desire between them.

“Come for me, come for me my love. I need to feel you fall apart again. Can you do that for me?”

Anything. She’d do anything for him. And the fact that he’s asking her to come? Not the first time but the second time today? It’s the easiest decision she’ll make all day. It’s not even a decision but rather an inevitability. He knows her too well and gods she wants to make him come his brains out too.

Their shared breath is hot where they pant into each other’s mouths. Gale’s hair drapes around her face and shuts the rest of the world out so she can only focus on him. His eyes are desperate and all-consuming and that pout has always been her weakness.

“Yes Gale yes!” Poppy cries, finding her peak and falling over the other side. Her hips thrash against his stuttering ones as he comes with her, hands clenching hers as if she were actually falling.

Sweat clings to her skin like her favorite dress, Gale more than willing to help her remove it. He licks at her salty skin between heaving breaths, making Poppy twitch and shake in the overstimulation.

Gale releases her hands and it’s an effort to lift them to drape over his own sweat-soaked back. His mouth doesn’t stop working, cleaning her neck and shoulders with his tongue.

“I think a bath would be easier, love,” Poppy pants, exhausted.

“That will have to wait, unfortunately. I am not quite done with you yet.”

Gale lifts himself up on one arm and cups her face with the other hand. His thumb pulls at her bottom lip and his eyes dance across her face. “Yes, I am nowhere near done with you.”

Poppy can feel his cock softening inside her but his face betrays his enduring arousal. “Whatever you want,” she hums. “Whatever you have in mind I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Indeed you will, my heart. Now roll over, I have not paid nearly enough attention to your derrière and I cannot abide by my temporary disregard any longer.”

@dr-demi-bee @lanafofana @spooky-lil-bee @feedthepheasants @waterdeep-weavemoss @crimson-and-lavender @pouroverpaloma @marlowethebard

[eyenaku]

SHEPHERD MASK

Handbuilt earthenware, sprayed with terra sigilata and saggar fired with various minerals, chemicals, paints, foods, black glaze, and glass beads. Touch-ups/accents added post-fire with alcohol inks.

This mask is a part of a (loosely connected) mask series, all hand-built and fired using a range of different temperatures and techniques.

Yes this mask is very DCA inspired, though the sketch it's based off of isn't meant to be an AU or anything, believe it or not.

This mask was from my first saggar firing! I kind of went ham decorating the saggar as well which is below.

The colours weren't as intense as I wanted fresh out of the kiln, so I went over the whole thing with some alcohol inks I mixed up. Overall I love the result! I also hadn't used terra sig before this, so I applied it after bisque (you aren't supposed to, according to my professor), but it still worked out!!

the mask pre-bisque next to the sketch it's based off of!! As you can see it was it's own concept. also my saggars pre-fire! they're pretty :3

the mask with all the stuff on it before it went in for the saggar firing! the chart shows what went on it where.

the mask straight out of the kiln! as you can see it wasn't that vibrant.

[charmac]

Thinking about Dennis like legit trying to do the Postmates scheme so they can at least make SOME money while they're ambulance joyriding and Mac keeps munching on the customer's food and Dennis is barking at him to STOP while they're blowing through lights

[mandaloriankait]

I'm almost delirious from pain and lack of sleep but all I can think is that I'm so goddamned lonely and I hate it so much. Everyone is doing things and going through milestones and I'm just. Here.

I'm also anout ready to cry bc i can't sleep so yeah.

[riverlarking]

THE NUTCRACKER — Royal Ballet 2016

[neverniko101]

THEY

KEEP

MULTIPLYING

[jjjeremybrett]

JEREMY BRETT as SHERLOCK HOLMES in THE NORWOOD BUILDER (1985)

[akari-of-moonlight]

me when the Tetro is blue :)

idk what these guys look like uhm. yeah.

[theonescreencap]