Okay but imagine a situation in which Adam and Lute are trapped and their trappers have a magical orb that allows them to see their thoughts. Their captors' intention is to use it to see the extermination plans and know how to fight back. Lute tells Adam to resist them by focusing on a thought powerful enough to flood his mind. When their captors put the mind orb to Adam's head, the only images visible are memories of Lute, and memories of Adam telling his buddies how pretty Lute is and how much they vibe and how he would love to get her naked but he doesn't want to risk their friendship. Lute, stunned and speechless, can only watch. And that's how Lute finds out
i love love this and this is definitely how Lute finds out no one tell me anything else or ill snap your neck and rip your organs out. but anyways so i love guitarspear!! ^_^
has anyone ever made a fic where you’re somehow the mate of the three ic guys?? if sooooo where can I find them 👉🏻👈🏻
So I don’t know if this is the kind of thing you’re looking for but Sanctum by @azsazz is one of the best, hottest reader x Batboys fics I’ve ever read…and reread, and reread, and reread 🥵🥵
A slight throwback to Zora hydration and how it effects their skin and scent.
Oftentimes, when I see people talk about the domain or the Zora and how they smell, it seems to be split between 2 groups. The people who say it 100% smells like a constant fish market, and the people who say it's impossible for it to smell fishy cause the Zora are sexy so they can't smell bad. I believe it would be somewhere in the middle.
With the domain, it's obviously very wet. I would assume it has very humid summers and very cold and rainy winters with the occasional snow every few years. This constant moisture will keep the Zora well hydrated and healthy, making the only real fishy smell within the Domain Cleffs market, due to his constant restock of fresh fish for tourists to purchase.
The Zora certainly have very absorbant skin, so when they're in their territory that they rarely leave, I see them smelling like wet clay on the bottom of a creek, or a handful of live seaweed or kelp pulled fresh from the bottom of the ocean. However, give them a maximum of 12 hours away from the water and any type of humidity, they will 100% start to feel sticky on their scaleless countershading and will start to get a strong fishy oder. Guards sent away from Lanayru for business certainly get rather stinky, however, Zora would likely also have a small habbit for rubbing themselves with mud to trap in moisture if they expect to travel to an unpleasantly dry area for an extended period. I feel like Fronk and Ledo would do this even if they weren't going away from Lanayru, due to how long they're active out of the water.
( tag pebbles, I gotta know if this would be cannon behavior for her )
Love you pookies <3
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i see the domain as smelling like a day at the lake, but a nice lake with lots of foliage and flower blossoms. i think the only time it would smell 'fishy' is when it's experiencing some extreme summer heat. and i only think this way because i used to live in a lakeside house, and even with it being one of the most disgusting lakes in my state, it only smelled terrible when it was hot or raining in the dead of summer.
they're just glorified mudskippers. i can imagine the guards that went to Lookout Landing coating their bodies with mud, and Numien just being absolutely disgusted by it. poor guy loves his job, but he'd rather not look like a mud monster.
(@rocklover719 gotta tag you because it's obligatory <3)
Because I got back into Saw again and had the need to reread it in paper.
It's Until He, Too, Fell Asleep by Misschatelle on Ao3, not sure if they have a tumblr account. 😅
I had decided not to post about it when the process was done because it really doesn't look as good as the very professional stuff you see here from people who really made it their hobby, but this
made me change my mind, I just had to shove this fic into everyone's dash. If you don't care about the process, just keep scrolling, it's gonna get long, bye 👋
Formatting was pain.
Mainly because I was trying to make it thematic but putting bathroom tiles, chains or Adam's reaching hand would be too horror-y and wouldn't really fit the tone of the book anyway. So I went with Painting with chocolate for the titles and EB Garamond for text. And you have no idea how hard it was to get the painted heart off the toilet lid through some image editos to make it look remotely functional. But I just had to have it there, y'know, follow your heart and shit. (for the people who haven't seen Saw 1, I'm sorry, there's a lot happening).
Printing was also pain. I didn't know how to make adobe print the whole document as booklets so I had to separately print 20-page booklets one by one. It was supposed to be 16 but adobe decided it was going to go the way he wanted.
Stitching was also pain.
I was going according to this video and at first was really confused about the stitch but eventually found some order in it. The thread tangling up all the time was worse.
Then the gluing came...
(I took the fabric-y things off of a book I bought second-hand very cheaply and butchered for the cover)
Added a piece of fabric on top, not sure if it's supposed to be done but felt safer to ensure it wasn't going to fall apart.
And then just put it together with some paper.
And now I hit the 10-image limit so I'll have to reblog...
Your fingers dig into the soft grass as Nekomamushi picks up speed, one paw as big as your torso holding you in place. He’s massive in every sense. You can barely take him. Every thrust stretches you to your limit, but you like it that way and he knows it, the hesitancy he had when you first became intimate long since gone. And as sweet as he was in the beginning, you know he prefers letting go, given that he’s currently purring so hard you can feel it through his dick.
“‘Koma…” you moan your nickname for him, and his grip on you tightens. “Ah-! Fuck, can…can you scratch me?”
He doesn’t slow down for a second, letting out a curious growl. “Ya sure, kitten? My claws are very sharp, yannow!”
“Please? I promise I’ll be okay!”
He growls again in response, and you’re not sure if it’s one of acceptance or denial until you feel him shift his hand, the claw on his index finger pressing into your nape. He applies a light pressure and drags it down your back, and you shudder and cry out, tightening around him.
This time, his growl is that of pleasure, his next thrusts harder. “Ya like that, do ya?” The gravelly rumble of his laughter is so deep you can feel it in your chest. (Or maybe that was his dick.) “Yougara like to breed like a mink.” He leans in closer, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Needy little kitten.”
I don’t know how to answer this without fucking sounding insane. I have read this so many times that it is imprinted in my brain. Anon I don’t know who you are, but you are a blessing. The way I have been going fucking feral over this is not even funny.  this is such a gift. I love it so much I appreciate you so much. This is literally everything I want and more I love you thank you so much from the bottom of my heart I’m going to reread this a million times over.I’m so fucking horny over this AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!! if you want to come off anon and talk to me in my dms you are more than welcome too but that’s entirely up to you. Bless you so fucking much!!! 🙏🙏🙏