#Fastest ice

[ryanthel0ser]

[jonasiegenthaler]

njd@nyr | 03.04.24

[patrickgalantes]

you'd be just as sexy bleeding

[asthenniaa]

what's inside you is inherently sick

(all you are is a masquerade)

[supersmashbrandon97]

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Oh, hey you two. I didn't expect you to visit me." Ash said, looking at Shadow and Silver, and put down their photo they took of an event. {from the anon ask}

(can be a short crack thread, for funsy)

"Yeah but we had to! A st..stranger is scratching and bothering Sonic." Silver whines.

"You have to come to help us with them. We don't trust them." Shadow hissed but deep down he was worried about him. He just won't shot it.

[mad-hatter-memes]

                         It's hard to see the evil...                                     When you're not wearing your clothes

[dizzybevvie]

will i get killed in cold blood if i say tha Every Trick In The Book is mid.

[scoringeffects]

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[iniziare]

Well, since you play your card in this gamble I guess I will return the favor with B , but also A (why I do wonder why Im curious), along with E , M and Y for the silly gambler because unlike you I'm always causing chaos :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex). It starts with reverence, and her pleasure, and it will continue, and end, with reverence, and her pleasure. Imagine waking up with arms snaked around you, imagine waking up with that smile, that chuckle right by your ear, the warmth of it tickling the shell of it, the way you feel him inhale the fragrance of you, all the while being tugged even closer into him. But also imagine, if context permitted such a thing: imagine wandering hands, sly hands, caressing down a bare side or back, creeping down, and down, possibly barely reaching the outer thigh... —and that it's entirely a prelude to a potential little... dip under the covers. Who says Aventurine holds the same restraint in the morning, as he did during the night? He knows what causes the trembles, and the sounds, and the pleasure, now. I'm not saying it's a full rematch by any means, but at least in part. I did say it'd end in her pleasure for a reason, one that's slow, and drawn-out. And also, he's a little greedy. After that? It's the coming down from a high (again), with plenty of straying hands still, but eventually... I'm sure it all returns to a full, and properly lazy morning, where he's tangled up in you, and you still can't get rid of him. And eventually, it'd likely come down to a possible brief call to room-service as his fingers stroke through long strands, and then breakfast in bed. It's a bit of a luxury moment really, some further indulgence if you will.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s). I think it may be his hair, actually, not going to lie. Does that count? That, or his hands, because the latter allow for so much focus, control, and even misdirection if he so wishes it. They're also highest on the list when it comes to experiencing anything first, and in full, for nothing allows him to live something, or someone, as much as through his hands. Also, he loves to touch, so yes. As for his partner? Someone who has the same control in their hands would stun him a little, not going to lie— but I think, sorry Aven, he's a leg guy when it comes to women, and he loves the back as well (loves to trace the shoulders, the shoulder blades, down the spine, the feather-light touches to the small of her back? Mmhm). But yes, legs, no, I won't comment further.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) I don't think that Aventurine is inexperienced per se, but I do think that experience that is intricately tied to someone he's romantically interested in, is something he's inexperienced in— which is why everything about it then is tied to taking all the time in the world. It's about the element of being wanted, not that he is insecure or lacks this thoroughly, but it's about the difference, it's about her wanting him, and him wanting her, and the ultimate culmination of that. In that, I think it may have happened with a romantic-foundation once before— but I don't even exactly feel that's right. He has a bit of a... disconnect, I feel like (which also plays into a plethora of 'baggage'/problems in his past), which is why I'm driven to say that while he holds an experience in general which we don't have to go into right now— I think him engaging in this with someone he's genuinely, deeply and thoroughly interested in, is something he's relatively 'new' to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going). Beat him at his own game (like a little bird is doing, not-so-slowly but absolutely-surely) and you're well on your way. Aventurine thrives in finding an opponent that challenges him, it delights him in a business-setting because 'easy' is never fun, and platonically, and so it comes as no surprise that the same counts for anything romantic. One-up him, encroach his space, try to catch him off-guard, and it'll build the intrigue. And then, build on the encroachment of space, touch him, be right there, and at that point— I'm sorry, kisses are a good way to seal the deal, and if you want to know whether you've sealed it? Don't worry, you'll know when he chases for one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) When it comes to Robin after a certain fanart? High, very high, we no longer talk about it. Aven, go away, stop doing this to him, it's unfair.

Prompt: NSFW Alphabet // @avaere

[luckyredeyes]

“With the heart of the cards, you can even win Olympic gold and — “

…

“HE WON GOLD?! Aw hell yeah!”

[yeonban]

Valentine's Day application.

@halovien asked: ( for sugi :3 )

name: gabriel sunday wood

age: 27

do you like to cuddle?: I do enjoy it from time to time, yes

can we make-out?: .... I would not be opposed

a night in or dinner out?: either works, but a night in is preferred

ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: both are delicious, but I'm especially fond of strawberries

what makes you a good valentine?: though I'm inexperienced with this sort of thing, I believe our meetings ( both professional and non ) have shown my dedication and ... affection for you

would you cook for me?: of course

would you let me cook for you?: I don't see why not

❛ Getting bolder, are we? ❜ The sight of a Valentine's Day application of all things, as well as the innocence associated with such a chaste gesture provokes a convivial chuckle out of the stoneheart; his formerly disinterested eyes glancing downwards at the paper to grant the other's efforts their due attention by skimming through what appear to be earnest enough answers. His dedication and affection, huh. Cute. Sunday needn't point out his lack of experience in this field, for it is as glaring as day.

However, despite Sugilite's previous ideas of how to spend the holiday this year (by no means in non-professional settings, was his initial baseline) he supposes it could still be a rather entertaining day if the promises written in ink beneath his gloves are to be kept. And if he should spend the day with Sunday after all, polite enough to go out of his way to request his presence, would it not be a grave insult indeed not to provide him with an... unforgettable experience? Heh. ❛ Then, I propose this arrangement. I'll make sure to prepare a Valentine's date to remember... and in return, you'll bring me some of your cooking. A more than fair exchange, isn't it? ❜

[recursiveimpulse]

"What is it that you don't want to tell me?" -from lark uwu

Where to begin, Viktor thought, and shrugged one shoulder as he threw a few twigs into the fire. They were useless, no good as firewood: he just liked the crackling sound of them, the way the fire licked them black in seconds. Like skipping stones across the lake just for the fun of it.

“Don’t all men have secrets? You do. When I ask you to tell me about yourself, you deflect. Change the subject. You’re good at it, but, eh, not good enough for me to not realise you’re doing it.”

From his position on the log by the campfire, he reached down into the dirt. Came up with a handful of it, letting it run through his augmented fingers, watching the little clumps of soil and stone fall.

“I’m not keeping anything from you that matters. I mean you no harm and you’re not… in danger by my being here. Can that be enough, just for now?” He looked up at Lark apologetically, golden eyes wide and tired. “Please.”

[sunskate]

Hello, I hope you had fun in Montreal 😊

Who was the slowest and who was the fastest ice dance couple?

what do you think about finnish couple Turkkila / Versluis ? Juulia seems so elegant...

ohh that’s nice, i did! thank you 💕

she is very elegant - but also:

she's 🔥 very striking

[byteing]

"I know the look of a doomed man." ((For Viktor <3

Something about the man felt out of place here, down in the fissures. He looked like he belonged topside; finely dressed but not ostentatious, clean and neat in a way few people were down here. With a voice like that, though, he could have been from anywhere.

Viktor squinted up at him more from pain than low light. Getting down here had been a hassle just a few years ago: now, with his condition, it was excruciating. There were ramshackle elevator-like contraptions all around the lanes to help people like him, but never enough of them and they didn’t always work. It was better than Piltover—the academy was hell to navigate now—but it was far from perfect. He thought about all the stairs and awkward slopes he’d have to climb and wanted to lie down for a year.

Leaning against the railings of the bridge they were on, suspended over what felt like an endless yawning pit below, Viktor regarded the man in white with neither hostility nor friendliness. In the Undercity it was better to be on your guard than not, but he didn’t feel threatened - only somewhat dismayed that his illness was visible even to outsiders.

Maybe the man was from the Lanes, actually. Plenty of people were dying down here, just like Viktor. The signs were obvious if you knew what to look for.

“Do I look that bad?” It was halfway a joke, but not really. Viktor looked away from the man’s hidden eyes and down at the darkness below. “Doomed is not how I would prefer to describe myself. I still have time. Not as much of it as I would like, but…”

Despair yawned in his chest. He gripped his crutch hard.

“Who are you, anyway?” Golden eyes flickered up and down, looking the stranger over. Calculating. “Did someone send you for me?” Jayce might have, if he thought Viktor had been in the city too long, alongside his dangerous brethren.

[gensokyogains]

chubbykanmuses

E-Even Aya?

She might be the worst-