#🖤 Obsidian tag

[niles-rainbow-room]

Oh uh. Hi :)

I totally forgot I made another sona comic with the whole group so uh. Here you go! Sorry for the lack of art, a lot of the stuff I’ve been drawing as of late is personal stuff that makes me happy. Involving this version, actually! Here!

I got back into Pokémon Sun and Moon so of course my obsession with Guzma came back lol

[serendipminie]

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged by @odeblr to cattify myself using this picrew! Thank you so much, Ezra :)

The blue spots represent the streaks of blue I currently have in my hair! The glasses on my cat self are almost identical to my real ones, so I couldn't not use them :)

I will tag @jongside, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @snoos-tattoos, @seohosincerely, @toxicrevolver, @luvrli, @shadow-of-tea-and-tea, @littlebookworm69, @asoulsreverie and @chronosik only if you want! As always, if you see this and would like to do it too, feel more than welcome!

[sexy-sea-basss]

6, 36, 39 <3

Hello my friend!!

6: Age you get mistaken for

I was recently (like this weekend) mistaken for 19. I’ll take it haha im very much mid20s

36: Where I would like to live

i don’t know actually. Countryside europe, or on a farm, or in a small home with a big yard for me and me dog, or like somewhere cozy. ideally it’s cozy where i live.

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Mint Chocolate & cookies and cream.

can’t go wrong with either

[xxsycamore]

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 xx

↬ 🖤 It seems like Gilbert is set on making all your naughty dreams come true today...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Morning Sex; Birthday Sex; Marking; Biting; Toothmarks; Blowjobs; Facefucking; Come Swallowing; Dirty Talk; Reader is obssesed with Gilbert; Dom/sub undertones; Reader is Gilbert's fucktoy; Gilbert is nice and loving in his own way though; Aftercare; Post-sex Cuddles; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 1,115 • masterlist

a/n: IT'S @scummy-writes'S BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCUM!!! I WANTED TO HOLD OFF MY GREETINGS UNTIL I'M READY WITH THIS. I was worried the idea in my head was not good enough but then you had a fun little cumversation in your blog. You had no idea about what it might bring forth... Poor Scum... OKAY, I WANTED TO SAY: Have a great birthday Scum, you deserve the world, I can offer some words from my heart but please know they're nowhere near enough to express my love and admiration. You're one of the greatest people I know and I'm glad to have felt your friendly love, your warmth, your care. Just as I'm glad to have witnessed so many of your lovely works, of the hilarious posts you make, yes even the cursed ones, all things that make you what you are - thank you for sharing them with us, you're truly a sun that shines around here, and I don't want to wear sunscreen JHKHKJHKJ I really want to give you the biggest hug ever and hope you can feel another percent or two of all the love I hold for you 😭😭😭😭 You're seriously a cool person and I'm glad to know you, ILY SCUM!!!!!!!

"Liebchen… Good morning."

A smile so dazzling that it rivals the midday sun high in the sky outside the tall windows… being greeted by Gilbert like this is always the beginning of a good morning, indeed. You nuzzle your face further into the silky black bedsheets and muffle a matching greeting in return. He gawks at your cuteness and stokes the curve of your shoulder, an innocent act, wasn’t it for the red toothmark making itself known just underneath his delicate touch. He's caressing you there in order to make you remember.

The blush spreading across your face is hopefully hidden somewhere in the same bedsheets you grasped for your life last night as you received this mark that is loaded with his love. And the other one. And the other. Little by little the memory ignites small sparks all over your body in the places he bit you and you start to feel them as if they're freshly printed onto your skin. It's so good to feel loved all over.

It doesn't have to be the eve of your birthday to receive this sort of treatment, but Gilbert still gave you a lot to remember from last night. A greedy thing that you are, you feel your body still wanting more; you want him to spoil you more and more until you have an excuse for not being able to leave bed the whole day and then just resort to cuddling instead. How perfect is that?

"Little rabbit…suck me off?"

A sharp intake of breath through your kiss-abused lips,…

How dares he? Wanting to be pleased first thing in the morning, on your birthday nonetheless? Making you take his cock deep into your throat as he basks in morning glory…

Oh, he knows you so well.

"Mmmffhh…"

Enjoying the way his cock fits almost perfectly in your mouth, you suck down on it and wonder whether you should let the post-waking-up laziness take the reigns and make a warm cocksleeve out of your mouth, or if you should challenge yourself in making him burst a quick, fat load down your throat that his morning wood has been preparing all for you. Gilbert often says how entertaining all things unexpected are. You can only help to match his idea of entertainment, even when it comes to this.

Oh but he also loves the slight vibration of pure surprise that your tightening throat produces when he's the one taking you by surprise. Thrusting his hips into your face does exactly that, as adrenaline mixes with arousal in your veins, making you try your best not to choke as you blissfully accept his facefucking.

The moans leaving his lips are sending shivers down your spine and then right between your legs, and your fingernails bite into Gilbert's hips for support. You wish you could leave your body and look at him from all angles; to get off to the dirty sight of him propping his weight on one arm as he lays almost fully ontop of you, your own legs dangling off the end of the bed because of where you descended to accommodate him. It's unfair that putting a hand between your thighs will be too much of a distraction, but nothing should mar your title of being his personal perfect little hole.

"Ngh… you'll make me want to shoot my load right down that warm, tight throat of yours, aha~"

Excitement paints your vision pink as you wish you could give a more prominent sign of your enthusiasm other than the way your nails scrape down his hips. The poor little rabbit's tiny claws are nothing in comparison to the big bad tiger's sharp fangs; you do nothing to mark his skin. But it's alright, even if he is to laugh at you.

His angelic voice brings forth chuckles that you're used to hearing, but so does it bring a telltale sigh of being on the edge. The girthy length in your mouth throbs deliciously and you feel yourself droll more in preparation for what is to come. In just another second, Gilbert will force his cum down your throat, and you're doing to drink every last drop of it - you'll have nowhere to go but to savor his taste. The familiar, slightly unfavorable taste of his cum that his infamous diet determines, you've grown accustomed to it like every other part of your beloved Gilbert.

"Take it all now, be a darling…"

The strain in his voice is sending your eyelids shut before you can even think of bracing yourself; relaxing your throat more and awaiting the second he paints the back of it white, you chase after that promised culmination in all its familiarity.

The realization comes a little late when he's already pulling out his cock from your mouth, drooling with saliva and cum, and your tongue swirls in the taste of him. He tastes…

"So delicious…"

Why yes, Gilbert loves your surprised face the best. Maybe a bit more than your blissfully fucked-out face that he claims to see little hearts floating all around, sometimes. You have to ask him about that; you have a great need to know which face of yours he adores the most, even if you're afraid of facing the same question in reverse when he throws the ball back at you.

"You love the taste of me? That's a nice thing to hear. I'll keep that in mind."

"Gilbert, you…"

No, you're sure. He must've changed something in his diet, you're sensitive to changes about him, of course you'd notice. He gives you a knowing face; a smirking one, he loves the fact that you've acknowledged it, you can almost hear his favorite praise of how smart you are. It's such a small thing but you feel like he's spoiling you with this, too; starting with the birthday delicacies from the moment you've opened your eyes.

Snuggling your way up into his embrace again, you let the world slow down again as he holds you in his arms, enjoying the feeling of him putting the fingers of one of your hands between his fingers and not even biting, like a cat that simply plays around… It's heartbreaking when you feel him pull away and rise to a sitting position, and you whiningly hold onto his shirt's sleeve as if that would do something. He can't just satisfy your dirty fantasies, cuddle you a little and then go about his day…! Even if it would be filled with little celebrations you can only wonder about.

"Would you like to hold it while I use the bathroom?"

Oh.

This day is just getting better and better.

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[nectar-cellar]

OC Obscure Associations

thank you for the tag!! @descendantdragfi @elderwisp @treason-and-plot @holocene-sims lets ignore the fact that im super late to doing this 🤍

honestly i had to think ab these a lot i hope they make sense even tho they probably don't 💀

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ANIMAL: scared cold wet dog that was left out in the rain

COLORS: black

MONTH: december

SONGS: less than zero - the weeknd

NUMBER: 13

PLANTS: a small potted cactus

SMELLS: old books, gasoline, chlorine, the smell of grass and roads after the rain, sandalwood, smoke and leather

GEMSTONE: ruby and obsidian

TIME OF DAY: 3AM

SEASON: winter

PLACES: a late-night diner, an empty library

FOOD: chinese takeout, greasy cheesy pizza, falafel, instant ramen, fast food

DRINKS: black coffee, cans of redbull and monster, cheap beer, tequila, foul-tasting protein shakes

ELEMENT: earth

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: i'm honestly stumped by this one bc i'm not very well versed in astrology. what sign do u think he is

SEASONINGS: pepper, chili, cumin, cardamom, cinnamon, garlic, hot sauce

SKY: dawn

WEATHER: rainy, dreary, foggy days. a hot summer night. a snowy east coast winter.

MAGICAL POWER: mindreading / telepathy

WEAPONS: a metal baseball bat. brass knuckles. a small pistol.

SOCIAL MEDIA: twitter, letterboxd, an empty grindr profile

MAKEUP PRODUCT: he doesn't wear any but smudgy black kohl eyeliner and black nail polish are very him. maybe some glitter face paint too.

CANDY: chewing gum he bought from the corner store

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: plane (economy seats)

ART STYLE: a rough pencil sketch made in a notebook... also, not sure what u call it but that art style you see in older superhero comic books

FEAR: fear of abandonment

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: the griffin, or alternatively, a vampire with a moral dilemma

PIECE OF STATIONARY: wooden pencil

THREE EMOJIS: 🖤🙏🔥

CELESTIAL BODY: the moon 🥺🌙

[stevethehairington]

33 "Close your eyes and hold out your hands" for Steddie? 🖤

helloooo, thank you for sending this in!!!! 💕 i LOVE this one and omg i have been wanting to expand upon the idea i had below for SO long and this gave me the PERFECT chance to do so so THANK YOU ahh.

33. "close your eyes and hold out your hands"

Let it be known that the Munson’s are collectors. 

Wayne has his baseball caps, his mugs. Eddie’s mother collected vinyls. His father — prison sentences.

And Eddie? Eddie collects rocks. Sometimes buttons, occasionally shells, if he can find them. Feathers, once in a blue moon. But mostly rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, rocks that are round and perfectly smooth, rocks that have jagged edges and funky protrusions. Rocks made of coarse granite and rocks made of translucent quartz, and once, notably, a rock made of sleek, inky obsidian. He collects gray rocks and brown rocks, green rocks and red rocks. His favorites are the purple ones that crack open to crystals.

So Eddie collects rocks. But he never keeps them for himself.

You see, every rock he finds — every bottle cap, every loose coin, every lost charm — he gives to Steve.

And Steve? Steve holds onto every single one of them. He keeps a shoebox tucked away safe and sound beneath the bed, and inside the shoebox is his trove of cherished treasures. All of the things that Eddie has gifted him with over the years. Every so often, he’ll take the box out, sit on the floor, and sort through the trinkets. He’ll smile at the sea glass and marvel at the marbles, and count all of the rocks, laughing as the number climbs and climbs. (His favorite is the purple one too.)

The trails are a pretty good place to find rocks — the best, actually. This is something that Eddie has learned personally.

In his bid to find hobbies outside of carting overgrown children to the arcade and the local diner and holing up in stale basements to watch movie after movie, Steve takes up hiking of all things. There’s something about the combination of a good workout, fresh air, and the chance to become one with nature or some bullshit like that that ends up being too damn irresistible to him. He takes to it like a fish to water.

Eddie, to the surprise of them both, likes to tag along on Steve’s hikes. Or — likes to isn’t quite right: Edide tags along. Outdoorsy activities have never been his favorite, and exercise isn’t exactly his idea of a fun time, but Steve likes both of those things, and Eddie loves Steve. He wants to be able to do things with his boyfriend, things that Steve likes. He wants to show his support for Steve’s interests the same way that Steve shows support for his.

So Eddie goes on hikes. 

Has been going on hikes for the past three years now, believe it or not.

The hikes are hell, mostly. Uphill battles that leave his lungs burning and his calves straining and his feet aching. By the end, his bangs are always stuck unflatteringly to his forehead, and his shirt is soaked through. 

Even after all this time, they still don’t get easier. 

(That probably has something to do with Eddie’s healthy appetite for cigarettes and chalices of mountain dew and those god damned Scotcheroos of Claudia Henderson’s that he can never just eat one of. But whatever. Some things are too good to give up.) 

The twinging muscles and the fucked up hair and the general funk seeping out of his skin are always made worth it when they finally reach the peak and Steve positively glows. The way his smile stretches across his face, big and bright; the way he angles his face towards the sun and breathes in the clean air; the way he turns to Eddie and grabs his hand and says, “Isn’t this great?” in the most genuine, wondrous manner.

“The greatest,” Eddie always agrees, and he means it every time.

They are also made worth it by all of the rocks that Eddie finds along the way. Because old habits die hard. (Or not at all, in this case.)

It is these two things — the hiking and the rock collecting — that come together as the perfect catalysts to set in motion the plan he’s been hanging onto for months now.

“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Steve asks, looking out past the edge of the cliff they’d just made it to the top of. In the distance, the sun is just beginning to peak out from behind the trees, casting a golden glow across the lake below.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Eddie replies, nearly tripping Steve up as he sidesteps into his space to lean in close and pop a kiss to his cheekbone.

Steve ducks his head and bats Eddie’s shoulder with his free hand, laughing softly. His other hand is clasped in Eddie’s, hanging between them and swinging lightly with each step. “Cheeseball,” he says, and Eddie just laughs.

They continue to follow the path, enjoying the view of the lake and the dewy morning air and the companionship of one another.

As always, it doesn’t take long before something hidden away in the greenery catches Eddie’s attention. He perks up, dropping Steve’s hand before he darts ahead towards a little patch of dandelions.

Steve shakes his head fondly as Eddie crouches down and starts to pick something out of the weeds. He wonders idly what it is, exactly, that snagged Eddie’s eye this time. 

There are a few dandelions between his fingers when he rises back to his feet and starts towards Steve again, but there’s something else too — something clutched safely in the cup of his hand, concealed by his fingers.

He comes to a stop in front of Steve, bouncing on his heels as an enthusiastic smile spreads across his lips. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructs with a tilt of his head.

Steve obliges, always willing to go along with the silly little rigamarole Eddie puts them through each time he has a new trinket for Steve. His eyes flutter shut and he extends his hand.

“I gotcha another rock, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, pacing something gently into the center of Steve’s hand before folding his fingers securely around it.

Eddie’s gift settles into his palm and it feels lighter than any of the other rocks Eddie’s given him. Steve contemplates what kind of rock it might be, what it’s going to look like, if there’s any defining feature that drew Eddie to it in the first place.

“You can look now,” Eddie says.

Steve opens his eyes, and looks down at his hand. Slowly, he unfurls his fist and —

Oh.

It’s not a rock that sits against his palm. Not the kind you find on the ground anyways.

It’s a ring. The rock in question — a diamond, small and tasteful right in the center of a thin silver band.

Steve promptly loses his breath.

When he looks up with shining eyes, Eddie is kneeling in front of him. He’s still red in the cheeks from their hike, kind of sweaty too, with his hair sticking up from where it’s tucked behind his bandana. They’ve had plenty of time to cool down, but he looks breathless, as he gazes up at Steve with big, hopeful eyes and a crooked little smile.

He’s beautiful.

“So what do you say, Stevie?” Eddie asks, holding his little bouquet of dandelions. “Wanna add that one to your collection too?”

The laugh that bubbles up and out of Steve is giddy and electrified and tinged with wetness as the happy tears start to spill over his lashline. He closes his fingers back around the ring and he stumbles forward to fist his other hand into the front of Eddie’s t-shirt and haul him to his feet so he can tug him into a kiss.

“Yes,” he mumbles against Eddie’s lips, “yes, yes, yes.”

Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s waist and he laughs too, until they’re smiling into one another’s mouths more than kissing.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and flattens his hand, depositing the ring into his open palm. He sticks his own hand out then, the left one, and wiggles his ring finger eagerly. “Put it on me!” He requests.

Eddie laughs, but does just that. He takes Steve’s hand gently into his own and slides the ring down the length of his finger until it fits snugly at the base, right there against his knuckle. It glitters in the sunlight, and Eddie draws Steve’s hand up to his lips so he can press a sweet kiss just above it.

“Thank god you said yes,” Eddie says, twining his fingers with Steve’s and pulling him back in for another kiss in between. “If you made me climb a whole ass mountain and then said no…” he trails off, shaking his head.

Steve snorts. “You love it,” he says. “You love me.”

Eddie softens. “I do,” he says. “And I get to do it forever now.”

“Forever sounds pretty damn nice,” Steve tells him.

“It sure does.” 100 ways to say i love you prompts

[aurorawritestoescape]

Wip Thursday

Thank you for the tags @janaispunk @kewwrites @corazondebeskar @romanarose @bonezone44 @milla-frenchy 💖💖💖💖💖💖

step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

1. our new fic with @milla-frenchy 👯‍♀️

Javier's eyes were obsidian with lust and even the flashing lights over your heads couldn't push through their darkness. He looked at your lips and in the next moment he leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently, as if he was luring you in. The moment his tongue tasted yours, you moaned and felt your cheeks heat up at your involuntary display of desire. You pulled away and turned your face away from him, trying to calm down, taking deep breaths.

Suddenly his big hands on your hips turned you around. Everything swayed in front of your eyes as the alcohol from the cocktails started spreading in your blood and you had to grab his shoulders to keep yourself from falling. You felt his strong muscles under your palms and bit your lip.

"Shh, que pasó, cariño? We're having fun. It's just a kiss," he said as the warmth of his hands was seeping through your dress.

2. Surfer Joel x mermaid!reader 🖤🧜‍♀️

Only the pads of his fingers made the first contact, his touch gentle and timid. She was cold and the scales on her hips were hard. Getting bolder he placed his palm against her and glided his hand up to her stomach. He noticed that the smaller scales were softer. So he slid his nail under one and lifted it gently. The top of it was stuck and he pushed it up with more force. The scale came off. He saw a little bead of dark blue liquid at the spot where it had been attached to her. He touched it with his thumb, slowly brought it to his lips and licked it. It had a salty taste with a trace of metal.

Blood. It's her blood.

She's alive. She's real. She needs my help.

3. Javier Peña x f!reader x f!oc 💦🍆💦

"What if she changes her mind? What if you?" He asks you scratching his jaw with worry in his dark eyes. You're sure he's already hard and the anticipation of another hot night churns your belly.

"I won't. I really want it. And she’s excited too. The way she was always ogling you whenever you two met. Please." You reassure him, rolling your eyes.

He takes your hand and pulls you on his lap. His arms are holding you close. He kisses your neck and slides his hand under your dress. You part your thighs and he hums when his fingers graze your naked cunt.

"Got wet just thinking about it," Javi states as his palm engulfs your dripping pussy. You moan and he's already lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

4. Bad Blood pt 5

No snippet yet but you might expect Tommy making his daydreams come true, Angel's internal conflict and Joel's huge cock 🍆🍆❤️‍🔥

step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Pls vote, lovelies🙏💖

[paperbackribs]

The Night Creature

Prompt Day 20 – Magic AU | Rating: M | Tags are the CW: monster AU, prey and predator | WC: 360  Thank you @steddieholidaydrabbles – these have been so much fun!

🖤🌲🖤🌲🖤

Steve shivers within the icy, dark refuge of the Hawkins' woods at night. Under the threefold sentinels of the pine, the maple, and the birch, he lays sprawled at their roots and at the feet of the Eddie creature.

It smirks at having run down its prey, running black talons down Steve’s cold cheek, “So pretty. Pretty, pretty human boy, do you want to be my toy?”

At its touch, Steve trembles, his mouth dropping open. “Are you going to hurt me?” He asks.

The bark is rough against his back, catching at the strands of his hair and fixing him in place. Eddie shifts its unnaturally long fingers to tangle them in the bronze of Steve’s locks, making him gasp as it tugs him forward, the bare skin of his neck stretching like an offering to the monster.

Its other hand comes up, pushing past Steve’s bottom lip, pressing down on his tongue. Pinned beneath Eddie, Steve stares up into the obsidian sheen of its amused eyes. “Maybe,” it rumbles, smile growing eerily wide, “This is much too small to fit, after all.”

Steve swallows around the flowing spit in his mouth, inadvertently curling his tongue around a talon and the creatures hisses softly, eyes flaring. “But you could try,” Steve says plaintively. Eddie's pointed ears twitch and its gaze flashes around the woodland clearing like it had heard another voice under Steve’s.

It did, Steve knows, bringing his cold hand up to stroke the dark waves that reach long past the Eddie creature’s shoulders. “We could hurt each other,” his words harmonise, intertwining the sound of the scared Hawkins boy with the rich thrum of his true voice.

Eddie’s eyes widen and its grip loosens; yet, its fingers remain tangled in Steve’s hair, a connection snaring them together.

“I can always put you back together again,” Steve offers, and it is the monster that shivers this time. A shudder that shakes the iridescent coat of feathers at its back, puffing them out to unfurl and envelop the Steve creature.

“Let the dark be our witness then,” Eddie growls, willingly caught and entangled in the sharp and pretty trap.

[realmermaid333]

LAST SENTENCE TAG WAR!!!!

I was tagged by @the-strangest-person !

~She whimpered, and her leg twitched outward, knocking a chunk of obsidian off of her altar.

“Oops,” Tyler breathed before laughing with her, then grabbing the stone, and putting it back where it belonged. ~

Hehe

I'll tag: @suchaladyy @myangelbaby @therulerofallpotatos @ladyadelinergrey @badmoodbatflowers @nonamemanga @ourdramaqueen @dazedconfused-stonedamused @ anyone who wants to join lol I can't think of other names and I gtg 😘🖤

[ahalal-uralma]

tagged by @seima-tenshi @misfit-among-the-angels

I was tagged for two similar games, so I'm combining my answers into one post to keep it more simple.

Last song: 'Labyrinth Of Dreams' by Blue Stone

Song stuck in head: 'Síscéal' by Autumn's Grey Solace

Favorite colour: Black, Blood Red, Crimson, Violet, Sapphire, Teal, Amethyst, Lavender Gray, Sweet Lavender, Viridian Green, Emerald, and Malachite. I love colors that are deep, iridescent or reflective. Some of my favorite shades of black include Obsidian, Raven, Midnight, Void and Blue Black.

Currently watching: The Golden Girls.

Currently reading: Great Illustrated Classics: Beauty & the Beast & other Stories. I am halfway through it.

Currently craving: I am contemplating baking brownies.

Last movie: Father Of The Bride (1950).

Sweet, spicy or savory: I love all three! It depends on what I’m craving at the moment, although I am hugely partial to spicy.

Relationship status: Sweet, transcendent love.🖤

Current obsession: I have too many obsessions to make this answer simple that relate to my taste in art, books, music, films, etc.

Three Favorite Foods: Pizza, Salads and Pasta.

Last thing I googled: The Weather and The Metal Archives.

Dream Trip: I want to go on adventures with my beloved and anywhere with him will be amazing.

Anything I want right now:

Tagging @sunkissedfawn @carnalreincarnated @the-wightmare-in-blackx @little-miss-scare-all666 @tayredgrave @mariusaddams @forestshrine @moonbatherr @grayladyofthewell @oculus-de-malus @abyssus-aeterna @kvtie-pie @ohh-c0mely @ghostpoetics

and whoever else may want to. I decided to include some people I have not tagged yet, so if you're not into it just let me know. There is no pressure or rush to do any of this.

[niles-rainbow-room]

So, Aquamarine exists…

…but what if it didn’t?

What if Nile Marie Sullivan didn’t work with Pinky and the Brain, wether it be her will or not.

That’s where Obsidian comes in.

Obsidian follows an alternate version of the Aquamarine story where instead Snowball and Julia are using Nile in order to take over the world. Pinky and the Brain still left the lab, but they’re forced to live in an abandoned house rather than with Nile.

She goes by Nile Sullivan instead of using her middle name as her last name in hopes that someone will find her. She’s not allowed to wear the usual outfit with bright colors and an expressive shirt.

Billie also stops by and pretends like she’s helping her (but she’s really not)

And, seeing as this is another sona, we’ve got to introduce them to the others! I’ll cover that in the next post… >:)

[serendipminie]

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged on my writing blog, but I wanted to do this with my other mutuals too!

Make yourself as a worm!

Here's mine:

I'll tag @224-12, @asoulsreverie, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @jongside, @seohosincerely, @thirdslowdancer, @toxicrevolver and anybody else who sees this post and wants to do it!

[el-michoacano]

jaguar

In which Nacho compares Lalo to a jungle cat that wants to devour him 🖤

Also tagging @girldadlalo , @jugem13, @sword-day, @lady-writes-flanagan and @lady-telford

READ ON AO3

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The thought of cutting Lalo's throat and being done with this whole affair had crossed Nacho's mind more than once.

It was easier said than done when Lalo was looking at him like that.

Lalo was always looking at him like that: Like he found Nacho amusing, like Nacho was a piece of meat, like Nacho had some sort of value. Nacho knew better.

They were on the road, as they often were, the engine of the Javelin rumbling beneath them. The radio was playing softly, Juan Gabriel's voice  full of longing as he sang Querida. Lalo, Nacho had learned, had incredible luck with choosing radio stations. He always seemed to find the one that would play the best songs to get Nacho lost in his own mind. Por lo que quieras tú más ven, Juan Gabriel was cooing, Más compasión de mí tú ten.

The sun had long since set, leaving the sky black and ablaze with stars. The moon was a sliver of platinum, thin as a blade. It reminded Nacho of Lalo's smile, of the cat-like thing that was focused on him right this very moment. It felt predatory, like Lalo was some frightening jungle cat and Nacho was a tiny mouse trying to hide under a fallen banana leaf.

It was a thrill he wasn't ready to address, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road. His nails pressed into the leather of the steering wheel cover, pressing into the crescent-shaped divots he had been digging into it every time he was relegated to chauffeur duty.

Mira mi soledad, the song continued, Que no me sienta nada bien.

Nacho tried to ignore that, too. His chest hurt. Exhaustion, probably.

Lalo was turned sideways in his seat, talking animatedly about something, gesticulating wildly as he did, as he always did. He talked with his hands a lot. Nacho tried not to think about his hands.

He tried not to think about Lalo at all, if he could help it. He hated Lalo. He hated all the Salamancas. It was harder to hate someone when they were constantly around, though, always chattering away and grinning that Cheshire smile and purring about his plans. The only thing he didn't do was touch, and Nacho hated him for that, too.

The thought of Lalo's strong, calloused hands around his neck had crossed his mind once or twice. They weren't always around his neck, though. He tried not to think about that, either.

"Ignacio?" Hearing his name in Lalo's low, jaguar-purr of a voice sent a shiver of want skittering its way down Nacho's spine. It always did. His knuckles were white as he squeezed the steering wheel, his chewed-down fingernails cutting through the leather cover. "You listening to me, man?"

He wasn't, and he said, "No."

Lalo's eyes lit up when another car passed them. They glittered like chips of obsidian. There was something deeply unnerving about Lalo's eyes. They weren't the gold of a wildcat's eyes, and that felt wrong, somehow. They were bottomless black pits that would suck you down deep and spit out the bones.

Nacho looked away, trying and failing to ignore the heat that built low in his belly when Lalo looked at him that way. It happened more often than he'd like to admit, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, keenly aware of Lalo watching him.

"Getting kinda mouthy here lately, huh?" Lalo didn't seemed bothered by it; He seemed amused. He was always amused. Life was a joke to him. It irritated Nacho to no end. "These your true colors, Nachito?"

Were they? Nacho wasn't sure. Lalo brought out the worst in him.

Lalo didn't seem to mind it. He reveled in it. Was he trying to break him?

It was working.

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[xxsycamore]

Hi! Hope you've been well <3 I want to tell you that I completely adore your writing, it's very detailed and I love it. I hope it's ok to request something for the Late Spring Tryst #6 Gilbert from Ikemen Prince. I can only imagine one of his pictures/events where both MC and Gilbert get caught under the rain. Thank youuu <3

Wait, wait, I didn't say that I'll be taking requests! 😳 But maybe I can try coming up with something for you...👀✨ Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you can continue to enjoy my works, have a great day! ❤❤❤

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↬ 🖤 Gilbert takes care of his naughty little rabbit, who doesn't mind getting drenched in the rain to have him...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Sex in the Rain; Rough Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Vaginal Fingering; Creampie; Biting; Messy Sex; Dirty talk; Verbal Humiliation (mild); Aftercare • wordcount: 1, 713 • masterlist

Running barefoot on the tiled-floor corridors, barely missing your step down the staircase; the following loud creaking of a heavy wooden door being pushed open. It all swirls together in a colorful haze - the world before your eyes, the sounds and then the emotions; and then the sensation joins too, of being hit with a portion of sobering cool air as the outside is unforgiving. Even when you stop on your tracks and fixate the figure on the path ahead, your heart remains of someone running, beating so madly inside your chest.

Your soul is loud in parade, yet the skies are mourning silently. Why must they weep and rain down on the earth that Gilbert is walking? It's his return, yet the clouds disobediently refuse to part and make way even for someone as mighty and daunting as him. Very well then; you shall differ and be met with praise.

"And here I thought I'd surprise you by avoiding the main gates. Could it be that my little rabbit can sense me approaching? Have you missed me that much?"

Surprise you? If he really meant to sneak up on you, he would've done so without a problem; a longing gaze cast randomly past the windowpane was enough to spot him cross under the rose arch marking the entrance to the garden that is facing the back of the castle. It's some kind of test, perhaps, yet you willfully focus on the part resonating with your own version of this rushed meeting holding a deeper meaning, the signal coming from within, like you knew he was coming back early. Something akin to the concept of soulmates. Sweet thoughts rushing in, you quickly make your way across the cobblestone path marking the final meters separating you from him, with open arms. It's a little rough on your bare feet, yet the cold doesn't get to you.

Gilbert's embrace is a source of scorching warmth, but it strangely can't be found anywhere on his skin or under his heavy and warm attire. Like a spark that is needed to light a fuse, when you hug him, the fire envelops you.

Gilbert coos and returns the embrace, his arms resting on your shoulder and your head and act like a temporary shelter from the rain.

"Too taken aback to use words? I understand, for I, too, was overly eager to meet you again. I fantasized about you on the way back a lot, you know."

A lone butterfly flutters in the pit of your belly, not having sought refuge from the rain... The screaming reminder of something takes shape and washes off the innocent happiness of witnessing Gilbert's early return in one strong wave. Would he bring it up?

Looking up at him, you notice what the rain has done to him - dark hair sticking wetly to his cheek, begging you to reach and gently move it out of the way for him; one water drop running down the soaked eyepatch, right at the side of his tall nose, soon to meet the corner of his lips. Your throat is so dry, you realize, gulping down.

"You're out in the rain in that flimsy gown... how reckless, little rabbit..."

His glove-covered hands don't carry the warmth of human flesh, but the goosebumps are inevitably cast upon each and every millimeter of your skin that they graze. Your clothing doesn't do much in your favor, and that's where you want to correct him - it's not recklessness, it's impatience. But he'll interpret that wrong, too.

A harsh groping of your rear.

"What are you- doing-"

"I told you in my letter, didn't I? I'll devour you as soon as you enter my sight."

Fingers sinking into the flesh, the only thing keeping the gossamer from tearing apart under Gilbert's fingernails being the barrier made of black leather - much like the retractable claws of a big cat that simply means to play around and not cause harm. Not that Gilbert cares about your girly little gown, but marring the skin underneath should be a privilege saved for his teeth alone.

"Mm... rain mixes with your scent better than I imaged. Oh yes, I'll definitely will be taking you right here and now."

The reality of his words brings forth another wave - now without a doubt, arousal - over your abdomen and perhaps it's a little embarrassing to whine so early on, but it's too much. He wrecks you with words alone.

He turns you in his embrace, your backside sticking to his front, and the way he grips your jaw still can't distract you enough from the feeling of something hard pressing against your backside.

Hand moving your chin ever so gently, he urges on.

"Tell me, little rabbit, where should I bend you over? How about that tree over there? Or maybe you prefer the rose arch? Tsk, tsk, if only you would've waited a little longer, you could've been rolling in the silk of our bed instead, but alas... you're a naughty girl that would go to borderline animalistic lengths to have me inside her as soon as possible."

It should be more humiliating and definitely less arousing, the way he accuses of those things, yet you give him a further confirmation by grinding back against his tall frame. The little hairs at the back of your neck straighten up with the portion of warm air that leaves his lips, along with the amused chuckle he produces.

It's a mystery how he walks you to where he wants you - feeling a lot like a marionette guided by his hand - and you envy him for remaining so collected. Yet it's in the little things that you find an impatience of his own. The unfastening of his belt, the fingers finding your entrance to prepare for likely rough penetration... it's a little rushed, somehow. It tells you enough about how he feels.

"Aha, so you're already soaked... you can't blame the rain on this one, I'm afraid."

The thin material sticking to your legs has done nothing to make you feel clothed, yet when Gilbert hikes it up, you can't help but squirm. You're outside and practically naked; the spot is hidden from sight with tall branches hanging over the rose arch, yet the thrill is still tremendously present. The blunt head of Gilbert's cock presses against your freshly-fingered entrance, and in a flash all thoughts and feelings unrelated to seeking pleasure dissipate in the spring rain.

"You're sucking me right in... Aww, maybe I should tease you more and pull out before I bottom out all the way in? What sounds would you make then?"

You whimper and throw your head left and right to beg him to reconsider, hoping that it wouldn't make him more amused instead - if he's met with such apparent and vocal protest at the bare suggestion of it, the real thing must be a spectacle to see...but Gilbert can be generous too. If it's hidden behind his own pending need to feel your insides wrapped nice and tight around the entire length of his cock, that's it.

Your loud groan is not drowned in the rain and your hands are too busy keeping you upright to help muffle it, and it's good that they are, because Gilbert sets a steady rhythm right away, threatening to break your fragile balance. His thrusts are deep and hard; if there was a part of you not crazed with the strong feeling of him, now surely there's none. You feel him in your bones.

The target of his love bites this time is your left ear, and it means that you get to hear even the littlest noise of purring approval rising in his throat - the slight pain is coated in strange pleasure, as you've grown addicted to it, your tastes and preferences, your morality, your whole mentality, it's all bent and molten and reshaped into something dreadful and carrying his name.

"Are you going to be good and take my load inside you?"

He doesn't have to ask; it's absurd to think of turning around and wrapping your lips around him when you'll do a poor job of serving him with your mind emptied of coherent thoughts and muscle memory is nowhere near good enough for him. Your pussy clamps down on him, hands gripping the chiseled white stone harder until your knuckles start to resemble it in color. The rain makes the smooth surface of it more slippery, as if to rob you of the little stability you have.

"Just as I thought."

Gilbert is relentless and he presses up so deep inside it almost hurts; all in pursuit of his own pleasure. He hisses and finds it right there in your core, releasing his load inside you. It's scorching and it hits you deep inside, and though you want to fuck yourself back onto his cock, you stay and accept it obediently. Perhaps enjoying it like that is better than the pathetic instinct of your body, and Gilbert is doing you a favor you have to be thankful for. Either way, your pleasure peaks and you moan out his name amidst a strong climax.

The bite on your ear is kissed better, and the cock inside you withdrawn not long after. You didn't realize the stability you were so scared of losing was called Gilbert all along. The rose arch does nothing to hold you upright, and you feel your knees hitting the ground.

"Oh no, little bunny, you'll get all dirty in the mud... did I fuck you too hard and now you can't stand up on your own?"

The air is not enough for breathing, replying to him is out of the question. An unmistakable sensation is registered inbetween your legs, and you realize that Gilbert is watching you leak his cum, legs parted helplessly as you kneel on the wet, hard ground.

"You poor thing... You played in the rain and got all drenched up, didn't you? I guess that's your naughty way of making me pity you, so I can take care of you. But don't worry. I, too, look forward to spending some more special time with you while I warm and clean you up in the bath."

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the obsidian palette.

i wanted to make a palette with monochrome & earthy colors! i really love how this came out

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