#I will just float into the abyss

[mightymizora]

I'm afraid my darlings that if this webbed site disappeared, I would likely go with it.

My other socials are professional or personal and as much as I adore you, tumblr is my equivalent to having a burner phone. You're my good time guys, the place where I can be the real me, but, well, it wouldn't do to introduce you to the family now, would it?

[spheredotorb]

yknow when he circles his hands around a few times when casting spells or in the star allies skit. yeah

[locallygrowndaikon]

Woah this is actually pretty sick

[pikatjejen]

I did a thing!

I drew the Abyssals but. As. Humans. Yee!

So. I'll go dex order for simplicity.

Helovolk

He still has no eyes... :p

Volcel

Caelesa

My horse gurl

Pluvean

The sacrifice

Inominox

Rotramus

Kroma

Venefelis

And group photo for hight comparison

I just wanted to make Salem the shortest

[whatswiththemustache]

Y'ALL??????? WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT ON TIKTOK THAT OFMD S2 IS COMING OUT THIS OCTOBER HELLO???? JKDSJDKSDJAKSK

[fredwardrawn]

Post canon they're Malkuth's worst couple <3

[gaygraybles]

i like lore so much. i want to be able to revisit the world of skyward sword but like 100 years after the events. all the buildings still standing, maybe some have fallen into disuse but not fully collapsed. i want to see the world of botw before ganon showed up. i want to know what the building in toto lake was. i want to know what the building on death mountain just to the west of the north akkala valley looked like. i want to see castle town in its glory. i want to know what all those collapsing villages looked like. i want to explore the great abyss around hyrule. i want to know what became of all the islands in phantom hourglass. is the ship sunk somewhere out in the ocean or did linebeck sail it until the end of time. the ancient robots from skyward sword used time stones and surely some of them would still be active after link’s activities, are they still around somewhere? theres a lanayru sea in botw, are they out there on the sandship? there are things i want to know

[maiaacchiato]

anyhow

[not-actually-human]

AGHHHHHH WHY IS MY BODY LIKE THIS

[pivotalmark]

❛ YOU'RE STEPH'S FRIEND , right ? she mentioned you were coming to visit . we don't get a whole lot of visitors in haven . ❜ charming little smile touches his lips as he swings his arms absently at his side , at least before he remembers his manners *& extends a hand for her to shake . ❛ I'M RYAN ! park ranger . step said your name's @poaetise . you two used to do theater together ? ❜

[flowercrowngods]

god the way i’m obsessed with the quarry rn i only wanna write “deep talk at the quarry” fics because nothing will make your breath quite like an abyss at night that will make the world turn upside down for a few hours but the only monsters are those inside your head, and the only way to defeat them is to talk and breathe and live despite everything

[applebunch]

greater boston spoilers:

i like the whole “angel and devil on your shoulder” thing that leon and the narrator have going on now, it’s very interesting. like, leon “takes” people who turn to the side of “good” (like with Guy, for example, when he decided not to kill Marlo so the narrator couldn’t follow him) and they had a whole argument over whether or not Narrator still “had” Nica, after establishing that he definitely “had” emily and ethan.

leon narrating about happy thoughts, pleasant future events, signs that someone may wish to be redeemed... narrator narrating about cruel thoughts, incoming tragedies, signs of corruption... (they don’t always stick strictly to these points of narration, but when they do...)

there’s leon talking about how marlo was having wonderful dreams while he slept, followed by the narrator detailing someone breaking into his house, watching him sleep, contemplating murdering him...

when phil visited nica in jail and narrator and leon constantly switched places when talking,  narrator’s dialogue focusing on phil’s stone cold resolve, leon’s narration focusing on the cracks in that resolve.

this is especially prominent in “Spider in the Web” where leon is explicitly rooting for Oliver to do good while Narrator is blatantly rooting for his self destruction...

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Yoimiya: "Haha, this rain is really pouring down!! Come on, we've gotta be quick or we're gonna get soaked!!!"

Here is my piece for today, which is the fifteenth day of the month! That means I'm halfway there, which I'm proud of! This is just a silly little scene of Yoimiya and my self-insert Lamia going to the beach and promptly getting caught in the rain. I worked on this one in basically one go, but forgot to put my glasses on because of that, and.. am definitely feeling the effects of the screen glare, oops.

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Comments on and reblogs of my work are always okay, and appreciated, but are by no means required!~

[moderndaybrando]

I’d end it all tonight, if I didn’t have to worry about which family member would have to find me.

[lecliss]

Knowing what I know now about game development in the 2000s, I'm fascinated by the fact that in the wastelands I can look down at the water and it be clear enough that I can see the end of the rock formations and know that the deep blackness after that is just open map. They didn't model or texture or whatever the bottom of the river.

[ohcaptains]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

john price x fem reader.

18+ !!! possessive husband! john, penetrative sex, cum play, light choking, use of the word 'sir', king of dirty talk captain john price.

just something i had to get off my chest! reblogs and thoughts are appreciated!

You’re spread, face down, and ass up on the duvet.

John’s hands are warm on your hips, his calloused fingers are digging into your heated flesh, and grabbing fist fulls, as if he wants to take you apart. You squirm against the pressure. You’ve always liked it when John grabbed you like this.

Like it a lot more when you’re spread wide open for him, though.

He hums a smile from behind you.   “Gotta say it louder, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.” You swallow down your drool. It’s pooling onto the sheets below your mouth, and you know that when this is all said and done, John will pull you against him and joke about the wet patches. Whisper heavily into your ear – look at the mess you’ve made, love, and you’ll blink at the sight, still sensitive from the daze he’d put you in. Melt against his chest. Say, it’s all your fault, and John would chuckle, kiss you sweetly, I’m such a bad guy, aren’t I?

Now, though, in the heat of the night, you couldn’t care less. You sink into your thighs, and the movement forces your pussy wider for him. John sighs at the sight. Grunting, as if he’s letting himself into temptation, he slides his thumb over your spread cheeks, and roughly drags it over your asshole.

You gasp, and buck forward, body throbbing. “Ah, John.” He lightly smacks your hip, “what did I say?” “You,” you loudly repeat, suddenly remembering what he asked earlier.

Who do you belong to? He’d grunted. You’d been far too dazed to respond clearly – coming twice from John’s thick fingers and tongue would do that.  

Your husband hums again, grabbing your ass cheek and spreading you wider. “Look at you,” he whispers to himself, gazing at the wet slick of your cunt.

You’re soaking. Slowly floating into the abyss. Drifting off into a world of non-verbal communication, dazed smiles, and incomprehensible words.

You’re familiar with it.

Familiar with John fucking you stupid. Familiar with John’s soothing hand on the back of your neck as he coaxes you out of your small space.

Your husband presses the head of his cock against your cunt, then gently slides it through your slick, rubbing against your clit and aching hole. You mouth at the duvet, eyes rolling back until all you see is the soothing black.

“This wet cunt. All for me?” Your belly tightens. Pussy clenches around the memory of his dick. “John,” you whine, begging for more, begging for him to stop. You’re not sure at this point.

There’s not a lot of clarity to moments like this, it’s only after, when John’s got you in his arms, that you realise how far gone you were. Reflect on the words you’d said – the dirty spiel you’d whimpered to get what you wanted.

Still, though, as John feeds his cock into your swollen pussy, and grunts, “I’ll come inside this pretty cunt, fill you with my babies, huh?” you still have enough clarity left to shake your head and whimper, “N-No.”

John laughs darkly. He sinks his cock as far as it’ll go, and you cream around him, slipping quickly. “You sure?” he grunts, voice strained. His hands are gripping your cheeks, spreading them wide so he can see just as far you can take him.

“You don’t want me to get you pregnant? Show everyone that I fuck you good and proper?”

His words make you dizzy. Mindlessly, you clench around his cock, coating him, and John laughs with a groan.

He knows you. Knows you better than you know yourself.

Knows you’re chewing on the duvet right now, stuffing it into your mouth to quiet your sobs. Knows that there’s a knot in your belly right now, and it’s tight enough that you’re throbbing all over.

He slides his slick cock out, and when he slowly stuffs you with it again, there’s a wet ring pushing to his base. He clenches his jaw, shakes his head in disbelief, then takes his cock from you again.

Your breath hitches, waiting for him to sink back in, but then he presses in quick and tight, bottoming deep, forcing you to cry out suddenly.

“John, John, John – fuck. Fuck!” He ignores you. Continues his previous dirty drawl.  

“Would look so good with my come leaking out of you, sweetheart,” he compliments. You beam. Jesus, you go blind with it. You would, fuck. You would look so good strung out, tangled in sheets with his come dribbling out of your swollen pussy.

You close your eyes to the thought of it.

Go to the sweet dark as John slides out, then buries in again. When he’s deep, and you think you’ve settled into the thick heat of it all, he hoists you against him – his chest to your back -- and presses his mouth to your ear, talking quickly, so you don’t have time to complain.

His voice is heavy. Haunting. Makes you cling to the hand he’s got tight around your belly.

“Pump you full of it, huh baby? then pull your underwear up.”

He begins to languidly fuck you. Rocks his hips up in deliberate strokes, setting a gentle, intoxicating rhythm that has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back. John breathes heavily in your ear, and you know it’s getting to him too.

“Make you sit in it all day. Go to work with your knickers smeared in my come. Your colleagues wouldn’t know that your pussy is all wet with me, but I would. I’d know.”

You sob his name. Lock your gummy walls to his thick cock, trying to milk him, and John near growls into your ear. “Fuck!” he snaps, and the sound echoes through you, and goes straight to your clit.

“You like that huh?” He drags his calloused hand between your trembling thighs and sloppily pushes his fingers over your clit. You double over in pleasure, but John keeps you pressed against him with the arm he’s got wrenched around you.

“Tightening around me. Shit. All this cause I threatened to punch a guy in the pub?”

You’re brought back to the memory: some guy grabbing your arm to try and dance with him, and John shoving him back, near pushing him into the slot machine.

He’d been shaking with rage. Went to get the guy's throat in his hands before you got involved.

“Like to pretend that it annoys you, but I know you love it when I’m possessive. When I keep you locked to my hip. We both know that it makes your cunt get all sticky when I fight someone for you.”  

He’s right and you know it. When John had shoved the guy, you’d gone hot all over. But you’d pulled your husband to the smoking area and told him to cool it.

He went to pay the tab, and you went to the toilet. Spent most of it with your forehead against the door, trying to steady your thumping heart.

John’s still rubbing your clit, trying to catch it in his wet fingers. It’s all sloppy. It’s John breathing shakily against your ear, his deep, hungry tempo forcing a pool of desire to settle at your lower back.

He continues his pace – fucks you the way he knows you like it, steady, but hard -- and all at once, that ache that had simmered threatens to burst, and you spasm around his cock, gasping with the desire to come.

You let out an unrestrained moan, whimpering mindlessly.

Through the blood rushing through your ears, you hear yourself plea with him – fuck me, please. John. John. Please. You take his hand from your belly and drag it to your throat, grinding down on his dick.

John curses. Pushes you to the duvet, takes your hips in one hand, and rubs your clit with the other.

The sensation of both his fingers and cock makes you mute against the sheets.

Your body is numb. It’s all electric heat, wrapped around you like a cloak. You try to talk, tell him to fuck you, but all that comes out is drool and his name. Please. Please. Um gonna come. Um gonna come so hard baby—he smacks your ass, and the sudden pressure goes straight to your cunt, sending you spinning, and you’re squeezing around him, tight as a vice, coming on his cock.

John all but growls as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Gooood girl!” he shouts, watching you struggle and spasm around his cock, fidgeting and whining as white heat seers through your pussy. “Come inside me,” you gasp, drunk, so fucked out that you’d let him do anything he wants, and John groans, your cunt tight and so so warm and wet. “Come,” you drawl, your orgasm tailing off, and you clutch the duvet, whining in your post-come state. John’s still fucking you and the feel of his hard cock sliding through your swollen and slick folds has you babbling.

“Come inside me I want you inside of me.” John huffs a laugh. “No, baby, that’s not what you want.” You shake your head, delirious. “It is, I promise.” “No, it’s not. I’ve just fucked all rational thought out of your head. Brain’s gone dumb on my cock, huh baby?”

He smooths his hand over your back, struggling to contain his strained grunts through his spiel. You can’t decide which you like more: when John’s so turned on that all he can do is bark filth at you, or when he’s so turned on that he can’t, just moan and grunt and fuck you silly.

“Good thing your husband thinks for you, though. Turn around.”

In your bleary state, you manage to fumble around onto your back, and John grabs hold of your leg and pulls you down the duvet, forcing you onto your knees in front of him.

You blink up at his looming body – at his heaving, hairy chest, and clenched neck. His face is red with sweat, and the heady, heavy gaze of his eyes has your belly swirling. Blinking down at his hand, you dreamily watch him tug at his wet, angrily hard cock, before muscle memory kicks in.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, and John groans deep in his throat, the sound twisting into a moan as he speeds up his tugging, and it's seconds before he’s pumping his come into your mouth.

Most of it lands on your tongue, or around your lips. But a smear of it shoots across your cheek. You don’t dare wipe it away; instead, once John’s finished, and he’s staring down at you with this wild, feverish look, you close your mouth and make a show of swallowing it down.

You’ve collected a lot of spit from having your mouth open for so long, and your mouth is too full to swallow it all in one go, so a trail of it slides down the corner of your mouth and throat.

John watches it drip.

Inhaling steadily, he reaches his thick hand out, and wipes the smear of it, along with the come on your cheek, away with his thumb.

“What was it you said?” he whispers. His eyes are black as he pushes his finger inside of your mouth. You close your eyes and mewl around his thumb, lazily sucking at it as if he’d pushed his cock between your lips.

Having something of his in your mouth makes your post-come delirium even worse.

The position makes you hazy, too – spread thighs and sensitive pussy brushing against the rug – and you’re just about to ask if you can blow him before he pulls his fingers away and clasps your jaw and throat in his huge hand.

Your eyes immediately roll back. Cunt clenches, desperate for him inside of you again, and when you blink up at him, your husband's face is a picture of love and possession.

“Mine,” he states, in his heavy, smoke-laden voice.

You lick your lips and taste the remnants of his come on your tongue. “Yes sir,” you whisper.

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