#I will never be over them

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Trying to picture Jemaine Clement or Pedro Pascal as Blackbeard feels sacrilegious.

Rhys Darby is the only actor who could’ve play Stede Bonnet; and once that was in place, there could only ever be one choice for Ed Teach.

[mediamime]

it’s this kinda day, you know?

[victorialovesstiles]

This is my favorite Sterek scene.

Abomination: a thing that causes disgust or hatred, an atrocity.

Stiles - a HUMAN, one that didn’t hesitate to make dog jokes to Scott when he got angry - showing Derek with certainty that being a werewolf is normal. It is NOT an abomination. They are not monsters; Derek is not a monster.

Derek - who watched his family burn, who was manipulated to the point where he hates himself so completely - listening to this human recognize the difference between wolves and monsters. Even more so than Scott, who is scared of himself and of Derek and whose sense of morality is indistinguishable from Derek’s self hatred.

Scott may be a werewolf, but Stiles understands what it means.

Add to that Stiles finishing Derek’s sentence and Derek taking a FULL 5 SECONDS to just stare at him in surprise before responding, with only a weak nod, still in shock.

Stiles may have just held Derek above water for hours, but this is the moment that made Derek trust him.

[sheikfangirl]

"I found you."

After decades of regret and longing, Adult timeline Zelda broke the Ocarina of Time against the Master Sword to open a fissure in time and space and sneak in-between realities.

She found who she was looking for and they are stuck between realities, suspended in time. Forever. Together.

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Note: I got no credit for the shots. It's another shameless Final Fantasy VIII redraw, i still had last week's vibe. My post OoT/TP happen to legit have Time Compression sequence imagery and I couldnt resist.

I also needed a break from my comic. Cleaning it takes way more time than anticipating. It will be done when it will be done i guess.

Have a great day, fellow Angst fans!

[hexbaiting]

i know i'll never be over lokius because

loki's hand on mobius' elbow and his other on mobius' back, not to mention the complete lack of personal space please i'm losing it dgfhjsdf

[kabsey]

part of the appeal of playing a crow rook is the potential for a deadly assassin turned battlefield general to immediately revert to an annoying preteen whenever they go to treviso

if you go to the cantori diamond and listen very carefully, you can hear the sound of rook de riva, world-saving hero, making gagging noises whenever their older brother figure tries to smooth-talk his girlfriend

[mosoderbergh]

Rotating no stamina Emmrich in my brain. He's all silver tongue and clever fingers, but once he puts it in he's fully in his emotions and sensitive and smitten aaaaand well, that was that. For the thirty seconds he lasts, he worships Rook's body like no one ever has. That is exactly his downfall. He is fully unable to emotionally or physically disconnect from the situation long enough to collect himself. He genuinely just doesn't know how. You think he remembers his breathing exercises while balls-deep inside the love of his life? Not a chance. He is a whimpering mess IMMEDIATELY. Every time.

He's skilled with his tongue and deeply commited to making it up to Rook afterwards. He's deeply apologetic. Probably cries after the first few times this happens because he's convinced they'll leave him over it, while Rook is just head over heels over here going "you mean to tell me this absolute angel of a man loves me so much he can't last two minutes inside me?"

And then they make him cum again. Just because.

[tardxsblues]

We've run out of time. If there was anything else I could do... but there's only one thing left. Well, then, do it. Hurry up and do it! What are you waiting for?

[riovidalharkness]

[mfdragon]

Down memory lane 📸

[ragnarockz]

hi big fan of your stuff. Would you ever consider writing a little bit of agathario pregnancy kink? perhaps Rio's been gone an unusually long time ferrying souls and when she returns Agatha's pregnancy has just started to show and Rio Has Strong Feelings About This™

I GOT YA'LL!

THE Agatha/Rio/Nicky song: Fiddler's Green by The Tragically Hip

Other songs while writing: Labour - Paris Paloma, Forwards beckon rebound - Adrianne Lenker, Wicked Game - Chris Isaak, Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

There was nothing left for Agatha to do now but walk along the river. Everything else was put into place, taken care of, looked after. Floor was swept and animals were fed; clothes were scrubbed and hung to dry. Flowers cut and arranged. Wood chopped and stored.

Agatha's left hand moves down to press gently against her stomach; the swell more prominent now than it ever had been. It was new territory now; a footstep into unmarked territory.

She had never gotten this far before; not even with the other ones.

The water moved along; swirling and bubbling as it pushed along. Agatha took a careful seat down by the bank and kept her gaze on the water before her. She knew she wouldn't have to wait much longer now as she felt a slight breeze brush against her cheek; almost like a feather of a kiss. A caress.

She did feel a kiss then. Lips planting onto the crown of her head. Agatha squinted her eyes against the ray of light filtering from the trees to look upwards. Rio was there, standing over her now. Agatha smiled as she watched Rio move around her to join her on the bank.

There was nothing to be said between the two of them as they watched the water move and swell; a sensation that they both gathered from the other. They weren't unlike this body of water; more in common with it than they would ever know. Maybe Rio knew; knew it all too well as her gaze darted to the side to trace the outline of the tiny swell of stomach on Agatha.

"How are you feeling, my Love?"

Agatha smiled softly into Rio's words as she leaned to her left so that her shoulder was touching Rio's. She felt the warmth; the touch of the woman she loved pressed against her. Agatha sighed as she nodded her head. Her left hand came up to wipe at the skin under her eye; chasing away a sudden tear.

"Very good...really good, my Love..."

Agatha's words were soft in her mouth as she stole a glance at Rio. She could see the soft shadows were cast on the woman's face; shaped and contoured with bone white. Agatha's smile grew as she fell in love all over again. The hand that wiped away her tear fell downwards to reach for Rio's hand to hold.

Agatha felt the tight squeeze of Rio's fingers; her palm. She held her hand tightly and with care. She never wanted to let go of her.

"We should go inside..."

Rio's words drifted over the rush of the river before them; louder than the water could ever be. It was if Agatha could hear those words in her mind ringing like a clear bell. Rio kept a strong grip on Agatha's hand as she stood herself up and helped Agatha get to her feet. The woman in green never took her eyes away from Agatha's stomach; not even for a second.

The cottage was only a few steps away from the river; built sturdy and fast in means of shelter. Agatha had done it all by herself; worked hard to collect and steal and barter for all the things she needed to make her homestead. It was a place of solitude; away from everyone else. The only person who knew of its whereabouts was Rio and soon, Agatha prayed, their child.

They walked past the chicken pen and the small garden Agatha had built and tended with her own two hands. Rio was leading Agatha inside and felt the welcoming sensation that Agatha had sealed over the door. Herbs and brooms and candles welcomed the two of them. A table; a bed. Agatha didn't need much and Rio needed even less.

A wooden cradle sat proudly at the opposite end.

Agatha smiled whenever she laid eyes on it; dreaming of the day when she could put their baby inside of it and rock them to sleep. Wishing that, the dreams they would have would be sweet ones. Loved filled and safely secured in a place and with the two people that loved them so very, very much they broke all means of times and space for.

One day, Agatha thought, as her hand mindlessly drifted down again to touch the swell.

"Do you need to lay down?"

Rio's words were still soft as she gently let go of Agatha's hand so she could turn and face her. They looked at one another for a moment or two; soaking in this moment between them. They had many moments like this; all of them eventually ending the same way before Rio was summoned elsewhere.

It was always a parting gift; something that made Agatha feel alive. Something that made Rio feel closer to Agatha; more human.

"Only if you lay with me, my Love..."

Soft and whispered were the words that chased Rio's. Agatha pulled the cord on her cloak to take it off. She had a simple dress on, bare feet. Rio was always dressed a little more fancy; an easier apparition to look upon in ones final moments. It brought people ease and comfort, Rio came to realize. That was something Agatha had told her once.

You look like a dream; who would be scared of you?

They walked together with Agatha a step behind to the bed. Rio stood at the foot of it and watched Agatha climb on top before laying herself down and leaving a space for Rio to join. She did. She didn't need an invitation. Death never did.

Agatha shifted and Rio without a second to waste took over. It had always gone this way; a dynamic that just settled into it's positions without much thought. Agatha let out a low breath from her mouth as she felt Rio's hands pull her dress up to expose her. She helped Agatha take it off completely; bunching the dress behind her head to support her neck.

Rio's eyes feasted upon Agatha's body as she took in all the newness there. Newness that she had given her; newness that Agatha took.

A gentle hand came out and down to rest upon Agatha's stomach. Rio glanced up to see the smile spread across Agatha's face; a silent permission to keep going. She had never gotten to feel Rio's touch this way. They had never gotten this far.

Agatha shifted up to sit herself up; wanting more of Rio's touch. It had been too long since they had seen one another; had time to be alone. She knew Rio would eventually have to leave once more and that pained Agatha. They stole whatever moments they could with one another and to the fullest extent of them.

"So beautiful, my Love..."

Agatha sighed at Rio's words, the sensation of her hands moving up her body now. Agatha watched and felt with a held breath as Rio's hands worked their way underneath her breasts; cupping them as gently as she could. Another shift in their bed; trying to get into a position that worked for their needs. Agatha felt like her mind was burning; scorching. It always felt this way whenever Rio touched her; kissed her.

The voices in her head still swarmed with warning that she would be forever damned to live like this. Her sins would outweigh her good; the darkest parts of her soul would outweigh the lighter ones. The sexual perversions she had would damn her forever into eternity and into death.

If Death had given her anything, it was permission. It was acceptance.

Rio loved to chase Agatha's breath as often as she could; wanting to hear the loud and breathy exhales of being touched by her trained hands. She squeezed Agatha's breasts gently and let her fingers roam upwards to spread across her nipples. She had learned rather quickly what pleasures Agatha craved; how she liked to be treated and touched and worshiped. Rio never forgot them; couldn't. It was far too important to give Agatha the love she deserved. The love she needed.

Everything was different yet the same as Rio kept her utmost focus on Agatha's breasts. They obviously felt a little different now; maybe a little bit more full. The response was still the exact same upon Rio's touch; nipples hardening with pleasure and attention; goose pimples pricking the soft skin. Agatha just about melted into Rio's hands as she did countless times before.

Agatha's hands came up to meet Rio's, cupping over them so the pressure was a little more. She didn't want Rio to take her hands away; wanted to soak in the sensation just a little longer. It was the sudden look in Rio's eyes as they met Agatha's that made the witch pull her own hands away.

Head bowed slightly as if she was about to pray, Rio used her hand to help guide Agatha's right breast into her mouth. Tongue hit the hardened nub and Agatha sighed in relief. Her mind shot back to the constant swell and push of the river outside and she felt herself feel the same as she chased the pleasure that only Rio was capable of giving her.

"Please..."

Agatha whispered in a plea. She felt Rio would have to leave soon; knew how precious their time was together. She wanted so much. She wanted to be filled until the next time they saw one another again. Rio recognized the sudden desperation in Agatha's voice as her hand let go of Agatha's breast so she could fulfill the witches plea.

With her mouth still working Agatha's nipple, Rio's left hand came to rest on the small pregnant bump while her right hand eased its way past Agatha's legs. She heard the woman exhale loudly above her, basically into her ear before she hung her head backwards to fully give into every ounce of Rio's touch. She was completely at Death's mercy once more.

Gentle loving hands and mouth gave Agatha everything she could ever ask for and more. Rio was adept as she gave attention to every part of Agatha that needed it. She felt the soft warm sensation of her fingers enter into her lover; the welcoming wetness that chased instantly at the contact. The affectionate contract and release as her body tried to take more. That was Agatha, Rio thought, someone who would swallow the world if she could. She smiled against her lovers breast as her fingers entered a little deeper.

Take the world; take it and then some.

As Rio listened to all of Agatha's sounds, pleasure welling up and over her, she knew that the next time she would see her again she would be changed once more. Her body would continue to do so; accommodating for the life they had created together. She knew even then she would give Agatha anything she asked for; everything she couldn't say with her own words.

Rio let her mouth open so she could drag her tongue up and over Agatha's nipple. She continued upwards; tracing to her neck and under her jaw. She could feel the slight slick of sweat on Agatha's skin as her body flushed from the contact. A salty tear hit Rio's tongue as she came up to kiss Agatha on the mouth. Slow and soft; giving and taking as they did; as they only knew how to do. Agatha brought her hands up to hold Rio's head as she deepened into their kiss.

She hated to let go as her need to consume and take everything; take it all filled her in more ways than one. Rio's lips ghosted over Agatha's, just enough for her to whisper against them.

"I have you..."

Her words invoked a soft moan in response as Agatha scrunched up her face and felt the sudden, steady rush of pressure release from deep inside of her. Rio's hand on her stomach felt like a vice and her fingers keeping her anchored pumped a little slower. She drew them out gently so Agatha could catch her breath.

"We have you..."

Another whisper from Death's lips as she closed the gap once more; kissing the witch on her lips. They held that way until Agatha felt the stark emptiness inside of her and Rio's hand sliding off of her pregnant belly.

The time had come for her to go.

[anissapierec]

Imogen touching her circlet while listening to Laudna talking.

[sillyguy49]

chat i just read the most toe curling jayvik x reader smut and viktor was ftm it was scrumptious your honor

[nyoclosmom]

agathario is this you?

[brainrot-time]

percy oh my god

[jasper-dixon]

that interview where Rhea is like, "I put all of Kim's feelings about Jimmy into the word paperclip, so when I need to summon those feelings I think of the little paperclip on his shoes."

and the face she makes when the interviewer asks her to think about 'paperclip.'