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This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about in public for fear of a loss of “civility”.

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My sons aaahhh 😭😭😭💖💖

the way shun looks at hyoga and touches him so gently makes me fucking SICK

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I love this picture just because of fivey

just look at him. he doesnt know that he exists

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Beautiful 💜

Found in a forgotten temple beneath ruins, a testament to a martyr who once blessed the lands by walking upon the ground, golden his hands who brought life to the desert, who sainted the serpents so they may never reap another soul, eternal love be bestowed upon you forgotten sweethearts, oh you weary souls, fear not for you shall be heard.

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I am proud and happy to continue to contribute to this amazing wall! 🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜

Nothing but love and respect to the wonderful @amalthea9 my wonderful child who keeps blessing me with artwork to make this wall more beautiful!!!

(some of it is my artwork and my boyfriends)

Also feast your eyes on the clusterfuck of what's going on here Lee? Bear in mind this is next to a huge Welsh flag 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

The empty space might become part of a conclave art wall (the wall next to it is my Hornblower/ Schiller/ The Terror wall) or I'll continue with my Mithras theme.

Or a full on art my loved ones and me made wall

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Omg I love this 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Going through my Ibispaint for back up and delete and I just found this unfinished Archie Kennedy artwork (from like 3 years ago) and I can't remember why Pellew was in the corner probably as a uniform reference but he just looks like he's feeling a disturbance in the force cause Archie is relaxing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Damn, that was quite the ride 💀

Ya'll know I'm living above a pub right?

Genuine conversation happening outside my window rn

Guy one: why do you pray bro ?

Guy two: *no answer*

Guy one: you know I'm gay

Guy two : bro

Guy one: I'm only telling you bro cause you smoke weed and you'll forget in the morning

Guy two: no I won't, we should go home

Guy one: if I die will you put a rose on my grave, that would be really important to me, like get a nice rose for me

Guy two : shhh we should be quiet people are trying to sleep

Guy one: no really please think about that

Random guy from inside the pub closing the window: TZZZZUEEEESSSSSSSS

Guy one : wallah think about it you're my life

Guy three : speak [language they are both speaking rn] bro

Guy two: did you know [guy one] is gay?

Guy three : *kissing noises* bye

You know that murmur when two guy's are very very close together and talking? Not sure what they are saying. More kissing noises. Probably guy one and guy two? Giggling. Well that escalated quickly

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Ooo I loved the premise of this! What a great idea and as always, wonderfully written! Left me very : 🥵🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠

Amazing work as always! 🥰😊

HI!!! from the prompt list, i feel like #12 would go well with zach, but sex mushroom stuff? sex mist? sex something freaky in the woods that maybe infects him and reader who’s travelling through the forest?

Oooo I love this concept! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like this! 😁☺️💛

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, nsfw, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, outdoors sex, semi public sex, sex under the influence (of fog), slightly dubious consent i guess?

Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @fandomsmeantheworldtome ☺️💛

Like this? Feel free to send me a request! 😁

At first, there had been fog.

Thick, viscous, impenetrable fog. The kind you can't see through, that seeps into your clothes and mind unrelentingly until it's too late to realise it's gotten to you. At the time I first noticed it, I hadn't paid any real attention to it, chalking it up to the damp weather in the forest. Now, with a cock sloppily rutting into my ruined cunt, I realise I should've been a little more cautious with my protective gear.

Zach crushes me against the tree behind me, his thighs tensing rhythmically underneath mine as he fucks himself into me, raggedly thrusting through our combined oversensitivity. The wild man had barely managed to mutter his name as he'd pushed me up against the trunk, grinding brutally against me until we both succumbed to the maddening, carnal lust running rampant through us. I've barely known him a day, the man simply my guide through the forest, anonymous though he was, and yet now I can't think of anything other than the man pinning me to the tree.

I'm sat awkwardly in his lap, back pressed into the tree, his knees spread wide with mine hooked over them to hold me open, my cunt exposed and being ravaged. We started upright, gradually sinking to the grassy floor after the second orgasms, overcome with mind-numbing pleasure. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, panting roughly against me as he bites and licks my skin. His hands hold my bare arse tightly, helping me move in time with his uncontrolled thrusting, shoving my cunt down over and over again onto his sensitive but rock-hard length. I grip uselessly at his scarred chest, barely registering the shifting of his muscles under his marred skin.

A syrupy mix of cum and arousal spills out of me and onto him, creating obscenely wet sounds with every desperate thrust into my fluttering hole. Physically, I'm not sure how much more I can take, my body burning with sensitivity, but something deep inside me craves the messy, animalistic way he's fucking as many loads as possible into me. I rock with every primal stroke into me, my back scraping a little on the rough bark of the tree, but I don't register it properly, only thinking of the in want that wars within me.

Zach seems to be in the same boat, whimpers cutting the edge of every grunt he lets out, guttural growls escaping him as he bites at me. His fingers dig bruisingly into my skin, the barriers between pain and pleasure blurring as he bites me hard enough to break the skin. It just makes me moan, my cunt clenching around him ravenously, swallowing him deeper and deeper. I can feel another knot building within me, my third orgasm nearing faster than the last even without any stimulation to my throbbing clit. Every ounce of my being craves the punishing pace of the man fucking me like he owns me, crying out for him to make me cum.

Expletives tear from his open mouth as he twitches inside me and spills yet another load, the man practically howling as his cock turns sensitive inside me. Ropes of his cum join the mess already drenching ny cunt, my own climax soon joining as I spasm and writhe in his hold, screaming out the pleasured agony. Zach moans weakly as I cum around him, collapsing forwards to pin me against the tree with his body weight.

It's comforting for a long while, his strong body warm and somehow soft against me despite all his musculature from living out in the wild. His arms wrap around me, gathering me closer to his chest despite the uncomfortable shift of his cock inside me. He huffs against my neck, almost affectionately nuzzling the skin as he presses soft kisses to my pulse and the bites he's left there. It feels like a silent apology.

Then his hips shift.

He doesn't pull back, but he doesn't need to. My own body is reacting again, my cunt clenching around him, my blood boiling with insatiable want. It's agonising this time as he rolls his hips into me, his cock driving up right against my cervix. Cries, mine or his I'm not sure, echo around us, ragged and torn apart by painful pleasure.

'F-fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can't help it...need more, fuck I need you and your cunt...fuck, sorry,' Zach babbles in my ear, licking along my jaw, 'Hurts but feels so fucking good...'

I can only whine and nod, squeezing my eyes shut. In my head, roiling lust swirls and rises, threatening to overwhelm me further, destroying every coherent thought left in my mind. I clench around his cock, weakly grinding down against him, encouraging him to continue wrecking my body the way he is. His hips snap up, fingers clawing my skin at the sharp wave of pleasure that washes over us.

Around us, the fog envelopes our intertwined bodies, trapping us in its hold. It seems to watch, as if the forest is trying to keep us rutting into each other as we are. Maybe it is.

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King of the issues

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Grief is weird. Either I feel nothing, or I feel something quiet, or I feel everything.

With Ozzy Osbourne's passing, I have cried a little, but not wept as it feels too deep, so it is a quiet grief. And it's not because he himself and his music didn't mean anything to me. I just feel like, I wasn't a true fan because I only owned like 2 albums on CD , before they got stolen from my car years ago.

But his music was connected to my failed marriage, and so I distanced myself for some time from his music because of the pain.

But the night of learning of his passing, I listened to the albums I had owned, through YouTube, those many years ago.

And I felt a warmth and love from him, like it was okay to be away for so many years.

Grief is strange. It is quiet this time and I quietly cry listening to his music, wishing he didn't leave. But happy that he lived til 76. I didn't follow his life religiously, but his music just spoke to me.

In this time of his passing, his music encourages me in my depression.

So, Ozzy has always been my friend, even though he never knew I existed.

Maybe that's what being a fan is at it's core. You have a friend that doesn't know you exist, and that okay.

I will miss you dearly, Ozzy Osbourne. Thank you, Sir.

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Ozzy 🤭🤭🤭

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Oh my god I LOVE these aaahhhh!! Thank you sm!! 🥹🥰💖 so many of these are how I already imagined my husband to be like heheheh

Hello hello! 🥰 I wasn't sure if requests were open, but in case they are, may I request Realistic Relationship Headcannons for Geoff Tipps? 💖🥹

I LOVE your headcannons for Mr. Jelly, Alan Curtis, and Henry the most, would love to see some for Geoff!💖

Thank you so much! 💜

Heyyy! My requests are open, just going a little slower to add to my bigger projects! To everyone reading this tho, if u want something quicker I’d recommend asking for one of these headcanons bc they take me a lot less time to write 🫶 Hope u enjoyyyy :)

Realistic Relationship Headcanons

Geoff Tipps (The League of Gentlemen) x f!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut

- Would wake u up in the middle of the night stumbling about coming back from the pub w a kebab

- Only ever watches army documentaries and dad comedy and doesn’t stfu the whole time 😫

- “I’ve got a new joke for ya” oh boy (pls still laugh tho)

- ALWAYS down for a takeaway u don’t gotta worry about dat

- 90% of ur sex life is u on top (he gets out of breath xx)

- Is that a gun in ur pocket or are u just happy to see me? it’s the gun

- Is 100% down to throw hands for u at any given time

- Has beef w ur ex on principle even tho they’ve never met

- Was SO lonely before u :(

- “Just leave me then” after every minor argument like babe I just asked u to put the toilet seat down 💔

- God FORBID u have male friends bro would lose sleep

- Thinks “what’s for tea?” is an acceptable greeting

- Typa bloke go get kicked out of a family BBQ for getting “too rowdy”

- #1 witness to his rants

- Would acc stop immediately mid-tantrum if u said you’d give him a blowie tho, it’s like saying walkies to a dog

- Snores like a fuckin GRANDAD like actually get a grip

- I feel like he’d try so hard at first then like a month into being wifed up you’d be doing all the cooking and cleaning

- Thinks taking you for a pint and a pack of pork scratchings at the pub round the corner is a date

- Calls u Mrs. Tipps any time u make him food

- Makes u watch the footy w him and says shit like “I could’ve done that in me prime”

- Sit on his face to shut him up tbh, he seems the type to enjoy it

- Ok wait yeah he would SO be a munch like this man is so desperate to please, he would absolutely get off on getting u off

- Proper reckons he’s Tom Selleck cos of the moustache

- Pls reassure him constantly he deffo doesn’t think he’s good enough for u

- Every single one of his joints cracks when he gets up in a morning

- U have to sit thru stories about the TAs all the goddamn time 😔

- Tries to act hard in front of Brian and Mike but the second u baby talk him he melts like a twix on a radiator

- Says he’s off for one pint then 4 hours later he’s on the karaoke giving it “now den mardy bum”

- Deffo gives the best cuddles ever like bro is so soft and squishy

- I just knowwwwww this man is warm 24/7

- Doesn’t know how to take compliments at all so if u called him handsome he’d probs get a boner

- Goes full toddler mode when u go out without him like “who u with?” “how long u gonna be?” “I miss u” ☹️

- Will drive u anywhere at any time!!!! u want a maccies in the middle of the night? the keys are already in his hand babes

- Deffo gets insane road rage tho, yells at middle lane hoggers as if they can hear him

- Would probs try to teach u how to drive but get too angry and end up banning u from the car for a month

- SO whiny, put that in any context u want ;)

- World’s most obvious praise kink

- I just know this mf is forklift certified

- Probs likes his women a bit rough around the edges, like he’d see u absolutely twatted eating cheesy chips and doner meat off the floor at 3 a.m. and think “I want to marry her”

- Ur not allowed to walk past him without him slapping u on the arse it’s against the law actually

- If this man knew how to work a phone he would absolutely send u pics of his knob 24/7 and be like “did u like it xx”

- Begs to push the trolley in the shop then 5 seconds later he’s ramming ur ankles

- Says “babe, look at this” and then shows u a video of someone falling down the stairs and he cries laughing

- Dropping him off at the pub like a mum dropping her kid off at school

- Saves random videos of u doing absolutely nothing and watches them when he misses u (but would never tell u that)

- Sobs if u tell him u need space

- Will be like “I’m a grown man” while sitting and screaming at 14 year olds on Call of Duty

- Deffo banned from the local facebook group for starting arguments in the comments

- Thinks motorboating u is foreplay

- Would 100% propose with a ring from Argos and cry his eyes out while doing it

Also these:

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Good bye, dear friend 💜 you opened a whole new world of music to me, since I was a Christian and wasn't allowed to listen to your music til my mid 20s. Thank you for introducing me to rock, to introducing me to 'the darkness' 🤭💜

Goodnight, sweet Prince of Darkness.

Thank you for everything 💜

Ozzy Osbourne 1948 - 2025

Rest in peace, Prince of Darkness.

📸 Photo taken by Ross Halfin

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Another amazing fic, my friend! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🤝

I hope it's not too much to ask for 2. I love how you write for Mr Warren too and do feel he is a little overlooked for these sorts of things. Looking at the prompt list I thought number 8) sex in exchange for a favour. Would be a fitting one for him and would be interested to see where you'd take that. No rush or pressure to do this ofc. Thank you again 🖤❤️

Thank you so much for the Warren request! I've been so desperate to write more for him but I never have the time😭 and thank you for your kind words🥹 i hope you enjoy this!☺️💛

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, dirty talking, slight choking, implied virgin reader

Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @justanothercomedynerd ☺️💛

Like this? Feel free to send me a request! 😁

I should have known. The moment the witchfinder's piercing blue gaze had turned conspiratorial, I should have known.

It's been days since I made my proposal and he'd looked at me with such arrogant triumph that my heart had contorted itself into a grotesque manifestation of itself. My body for my sister's life. An attractive deal for a man such as Matthew Warren, celibate though he claims to be. He'd betrayed his true nature in the first instance I'd caught him unashamedly tracing the neckline of my bodice with his gaze alone, a sly smirk on his face as he'd noticed me watching. When we'd struck our deal, I'd thought he'd take me there and then.

But no, only now has he come to me, a shadow in the night, a weight in my bed behind me. His hands tease along my waist, his mouth a mere breath away from the skin on my neck, his chest only inches from my back. Something inside me stirs, awakening some innate need I've not encountered before, desperation running wild within me as I find myself begging internally for his touch. Still, I can't bring myself to admit this to him.

'M-Mr Warren-' I try to speak, only to find his free hand cupped over my mouth.

'We mustn't alert your neighbours now, must we?' He purrs in my ear, that same slow, deceptively threatening tone worming it's way into my head as I shudder beneath him, 'You'll have to do your best to remain quiet.'

I nod in his grip, resolving to keep myself from releasing any noise at all.

My composure does not last. As much as he pretends otherwise, the man has clearly had practice in this art, and is fully aware of his talent. It's written across his face as he opens me on his fingers, etched into his indulgent touch as his hands roam and grope over my body, and laced in the confidence with which he buries himself within me. Something switches inside me as he does, and he can see it on my countenance, his hold on my hips becoming possessive.

He claims me from the inside out, fucking into my soaked cunt deeply, lavishly, relishing every glide of his cock into my body. Each stroke draws ragged pants from my parted lips, whimpers catching the end of each as I clench around him and writhe under his touch. It's like nothing I've ever felt, the pleasure so intense it blurrs the edges of my vision, my mind a tangle of half-formed thoughts and desire. His eyes bore into me, watching as my bare body is defiled by him, the rich blue of his irises steadily darkening as he admires the myriad of marks he has left in his wake along my breasts and stomach. One of his hands moves to skim a finger over those circling my nipple, goosebumps rising along my flesh under his touch. Warren brushes a nail over the sensitive bud itself, his lips pulling into a smirk as I keen beneath him, my back arching up towards him.

The witchfinder's pace quickens, allowing his cock to plunder my cunt more thoroughly. He slides deeper, harder into me, his balls pressing up against my rear with each indulgent thrust. One particular stroke has him knocking directly against a spot inside me that has my mind reeling, a flurry of embers breaking out over my skin as he continues to aim for it, wrenching cries of need from me before I have the common sense to quieten myself. His hand presses over my body, slipping up until his palm is wrapped around my neck. My eyes go wide even as my cunt clenches; his warm grip is firm, authoritative, sending a delicious mix of lust and fear racing through me. Naturally, he can read my conflicted desperation as easily as he might read a book.

'I do believe I told you to stay quiet, did I not?' He waits for my answering nod, his smile slow and calculating as he stares down at me.

'Y-yes, Mr Warren,' I reply softly, fighting back a mewl as he tightens his hold on me.

'Do not speak unless I say,' He growls, snapping his hips harder against me, 'You belong to me, now. Your cunt, your body, your innocence are all mine. And next time, I will have you screaming for more.'

He punctuates his point by leaning down to bite at my collarbone, adding to his collection of claiming marks. An almost imperceptible whimper escapes me as I realise he is right: by rights, my body is his now. It should concern me that I do not find any issue with this.

'For now, though, you must do as I say and silence those pretty little sounds you make. As much as they are music to my ears, I would rather not find you being accused of sorcery because you have been caught moaning out for a man's cock before marriage.' There's an edge to his voice this time, as if trying to hide a softer note.

I am not given time to dwell on it as he returns to a more upright position, taking hold of my thighs. I barely have time to react before he is fucking into me harder and faster than before, his cock throbbing inside me.

It becomes near impossible to remain quiet.

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oh, Captain, my Captian 🫠🫠🥰🥰😍😍😍 I love him sm 😭😭😭

Anson Mount in STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 3x02 "Wedding Bell Blues"