#<3 everyone take care

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[soulmvtes]

just a reminder that it's okay to change and fail and make mistakes and be imperfect and feel grief and not know what you're doing with your life <3 life will pass + you will succeed even if it looks different to what you imagined

[rockoblanco]

honkhonk ! 😳

[gianttol]

♡ GT July 2024 Prompt List ♡

[wortverlust]

[isjasz]

[Day 287]

HAPPY EARTH DAY to plant some potatoes :D THIS IMPROMPTU COLLAB WENT BONKERS WTF

Colors by @sillyfairygarden @bad12amcomic (also prompt from her) and @kunehokki in order and lineart/sketch by me!

[crescentfool]

judgement day 🌕

[rottengurlz]

try to be gentle when you are ripping me apart 🔪

w/ @kashisun

[theladyofravenclaw]

Astarion before falling in love with my goody two shoes paladin: "Oh this is great! This guy over here just keeps casting Compelled Duel on everyone so I never have to fight any of the really dangerous enemies. It's going to be so easy to manipulate him into protecting me lol."

Astarion after falling in love with my goody two shoes paladin: "STOP CASTING COMPELLED DUEL YOU IDIOT YOU'RE AT 12 HP!!!! I SWEAR TO GODS IF YOU DON'T USE CURE WOUNDS AS YOUR NEXT BONUS ACTION I'M GOING OVER THERE AND HEALING YOU MYSELF!!!!!

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[lambmotifz]

this is a controversial take but i don’t really think sexual wincest dynamic would be the same as the dynamics they have with girls. mostly because this interpretation tends to ignore canonical nuances that define sam and dean’s relationship, which includes dean’s extreme possessiveness, sam’s willing submissiveness with dean (especially when it comes to physical touch), the fact that dean is the only one with whom sam is able to be physically vulnerable in a way he can’t with anybody else, the fact that dean genuinely loves taking care of his little brother. it’s an essential part of their relationship, and it just makes sense for it to be part of their sexual dynamic too

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ooo fantasy au Poppy oooo there's so much empty space on this, it's killing me

rambles:

why is there lace? why does she have a neck corset? because she's Gorgeous and I'm the Artist Here. i will always inflict my personal tastes on everyone I draw. pretty bird <3

it's really difficult to put clothes on a bird... stream helped out a bunch with the colors & the leg gear! I imagine that the leather is durable, which is probably the only thing that gets her to traverse less Forgiving terrain. Thornbushes and itchy tallgrass can't hurt her! she's got "boots"! How Does She Secure Them, i hear no one ask. that's what neighbors are for, isn't it? and a skilled beak once she gets the swing of it.

her shawl remains largely the same due to my lack of imagination! i put a lil feather clasp instead of the shawl being tied together to give it a more fantasy-oriented look. i think i succeeded? i like to think so! i imagine that the clasp gives Poppy some stress, though. It's sharp! Ish. it's sharp by her standards!

Poppy's enchanted glasses allow her to "see" injuries and illness, both caused by magical & normal means. this is very helpful in her role as healer, but also extremely stressful - just because she can see issues doesn't mean she automatically knows what they are! to her, a papercut may be misinterpreted by the beginnings of a fatal infection! i like to think that she got tired of needing to hold the glasses in place over her beak and asked if there was a charm to keep them steady. and they confidently had their resident wizard spell them on - oops! the spell was a little too strong! they're now magically superglued on! yeah, those are never coming off.

she also has a magic bag that i imagine was a gift from her family when she left the nest! she'd never directly use it herself - what if she falls in? what if something nasty managed to crawl inside? - but the Neighborhood uses it as collective storage. it can hold a lot! supplies, books, tents, gold, even Julie when she's determined enough!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

YES! JOIN ME IN THE DELCIOUS DUNGEONS!

[cementcornfield]

I've been with [Joe] for a long time now and I ain't never seen him fall off, feel sluggish about himself you know? I don't know if he does but I always pick him up too, doesn't matter if he's seeing it or not, I'm picking him up, he's picking me up...

x

[the-bitter-ocean]

Is Bonnie's go-to comfort method "FEED THE KIDS" in ageswap?

Pretty much!! Cooking is a love language and Bonnie uses it to both comfort the people they care about as well as calm themselves down when they’re in high stress situations. I feel like Bonnie had a habit of cooking/ stress baking whenever they were upset and needed an outlet to release their feelings in a way that wouldn’t harm anyone.

I like to think that in the context of ageswap au specifically, Bonnie would have a candy that they can offer to all the kids during the loops (similar mechanic to offering the bright flower in game). I also think that they’d make sure all the kids were fed (especially loop. ) They make the effort to give loop a good meal every loop when they visit at the favor tree / give them a extra blanket + pillow from the clock tower as a compromise since Loop refuses to go back to the clock tower with Bonnie and the others until act 5/ act 6/ postgame etc.

[alluralater]

straddling her while she’s lying on the warm wood floor beneath me, my thighs on either side of her waist. tracing up the length of her arms and shoulders before allowing my hands to then meet in the hollow of her throat. her heart is beating quicker here. thumpthump thumpthump. wrapping the fingers of my right hand loosely around her neck and letting her squirm a little. you’re quite eager tonight, aren’t you? she doesn’t respond, instead crossing her arms just below her chest. that's perfectly fine. the flare in her cheeks is confirmation enough. leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of her jaw. tapping her artery with my middle finger and taking in the slightest of scents from her messy hair. she smells like nature come to life. deeper inhale, this time much closer to her and i feel her body tensing. she's bracing for a bite. silly darling. i bring my lips toward her ear and teasingly click my front teeth, an innocuous little question falling from between thereafter. exactly what gets you wet, princess?

pulling slightly away, waiting for her to tell me. she's averting her gaze, lips pursed together. admittedly she looks far too cute like this. surely yes, the paragon of purity while i have my hand around her neck and her body trapped under me. no? mmm. okay. well, i wonder— bringing my thigh between her legs, firm pressure to her sex without movement, followed by a tighter grip around her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. bringing my lips close to hers without touching. i want her to writhe with need, embarrassment. unable to escape my inquiries. do you like this? shaking her head side to side, squeezing her eyes shut tight for several seconds. i can feel her swallowing under my palm, clenching her jaw. no? you don’t like being held this way underneath me? slower response, this time whispered. ...no. her small voice of uncertainty is pleasure to the senses. i cannot help the smile forming in the corners of my lips, nor can she help tightening her forearms in an attempt to keep my narrowing, suspicion-laden eyes at bay. she knows i'm watching her— closely. her breasts are pushed higher up now. it would be too easy too soon, to pull the top of her sweetheart-neckline dress down and roll her sensitive nipples in my fingers until she admits all of her disgusting wants. a challenge like this is better. sweeter to the ears as her taste is to the mouth. and speaking of.

okay, pretty. taking her bottom lip suddenly between my teeth and speaking around it. okay. quickening breath between. then, a tiny moan she didn’t mean to let me hear. warm and broken. sliding my tongue across her lower lip, one long sweeping motion as i curl my fluid muscle sideways and taste her. sucking it between my lips. letting go before she is ready. i'm licking my lips and smiling wider. her moan is blood in the water. shark-bait. delicious foreshadowing. there’s my sweetheart. at this tiny bit of praise she is rolling her hips up to my thigh now, searching for an ounce of reciprocation, friction. that didn’t take much, did it? no response, she's whining. pulling back and away from her desperate mouth, i'm displeased with her silence. bunny, i’m talking to you. whimper in her throat as she closes her eyes and rocks harder to my thigh. sigh.

removing my fingers from her throat and bringing a hand up to her cheek. you should be listening. slapping her. hard. her little gasp of surprise sends a delicious exhale working through my muscles. to feel her shock while i'm on top of her like this is much too thrilling. her eyes fly open and i am already caressing the blooming expanse of red hues on her soft skin. i hit her again. this time her crossed arms slacken and fall apart, gorgeous eyes rolling back. there's nothing to keep us separated now aside from her darling dress. i feel her fingers on my waist, nails digging into my skin. how precious. she's hard up for something to push this energy into. look at me, bunny. as if she had been lost somewhere, she's refocusing her gaze on me, blinking a few times. interlock your fingers and stretch your arms over your head. now. she's a good girl. she does exactly as she's told. very good. her breasts are pressed flush to mine. my thigh between her legs. i love this view. watching with diligent observation how her lips swell and become a deeper shade of red. her heartbeat is racing now. she's shifting back and forth a bit, shoulder blades digging into the floor in this position. arms outstretched and held together. holding hands all alone. i want to lick her. ducking my head low and nipping at the corner of her jaw as she groans aloud and grinds her pussy to my leg. tell me something worth hearing, princess. tell me what gets you wet. they are words spoken in low murmurs against her flesh.

she's breathing faster, halfway between a whine and a groan is when she decides. my lips are busy working away what area my fingers were covering earlier. soft soft soft. i like this. i like— she stutters when i take her skin between my teeth and bite down hard, kicking her legs at the endurance of pain. i don't release her neck, rocking my thigh into her to distract her from it. go on. her breasts push into mine with each harsh breath. —i like how it feels when you call me yours. i nearly laugh against her. of all the things my filthy darling would venture to say, it is this. she is still shy. much too sweet. for a moment, the smile on my face and warmth in my chest fills me with disgust, revulsion for my own swelling emotion. but then, with the scent of her filling my next breath, i do not mind nor care. softness with her is no faulting or failing matter. i leave her neck and prop myself up on my extended arms, forcing my thigh into her harder, feeling the fabric of her panties sliding more and more easily overtop her wet skin. you're such a romantic. she smiles and moans louder, spurred on by the unexpected praise. finally pulling completely away from her, i center myself quickly between her thighs, taking grip of her just below her knees and dragging her to me, spreading her legs over the tops of my parted thighs as i kneel on my calves. oh pet. some whispered plea from my lips that she shouldn't have heard. fuck she looks... beautiful. truly a wonder, my bunny. dress wrinkled and resting around the middle of her thighs. her arms still reaching toward horizontal heavens, chest rising and falling, breathlessly awaiting the next turn of events.

it is my hands, crawling up her thighs. pushing with them the hem of her dress. textured fabric over soft skin. high. higher. just over the swell of her hips, circling them with my thumbs, stretching my fingers around her. i ignore her drenched panties. in a small while i will be pulling them to the side but for now— god help me, what a vision she is —i need to take my time with her. i allow the grooves in the pads of my thumbprints to take in every tiny change in her skin. stretch marks. perfection. i think she sees what has become of me, utterly mesmerized. she bends one leg at the knee and nudges me with it. getting lost? i shake my head and my eyes flick up to hers, dimple next to my mouth going deep. mmm. more like savoring the view. that shuts her up. the delicately satisfied smile on her lips is fuel for fantasy itself. my hands continue. over the dipping inward curves of her waist, thumbs to her ribs. stopping just below her breasts. soft everywhere, my love. i think i am going to lose my mind if i do not pick up the pace. her dress cinches tight here. too tight for my fingers to easily slide underneath.

please. her voice is a bit restrained. desperate.

i smile fondly at her. she is impatient. lower lip held between her teeth, ragged breath caught there too. she closes her eyes, and upon reopening— there she is, finally. my darling bunny with all her disgusting wants. romantic heart. perfect balance of the two. pushed far enough with need that she will tell me exactly what she wants. i can see her heart pounding in the hollow of her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. one deep breath to collect herself and she is setting me with a look of such certain bloodlust. hissing her demand through gritted teeth.

fucking rip it off.