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[ghoulcybrainrothaver]

Y'all...We've reached 1,000 fics!!!!

[tboyslick]

Three years post op today ✌️

[harbinger-of-enmity]

→ Thinking about being a big, scary monster that’s only soft for your lover.

Growling at anyone who steps too close to you, hackles raising and claws flexed, but the moment your lover walks over you melt. You purr and croon, holding their little waist in your hands as you lick them.

Taking up the whole bed and being a huge, warm weighted blanket for your lover in the winter. Whining and crying because you want to cuddle during the summer, but your body is just do hot!

Picking up your lover whenever you feel like it, wrapping them up in your arms as you purr and croon at them. Your tail wags happily when they curiously look at your sharp teeth or feel your calloused hands.

Delicately holding their frame, terrified you’d break them at the smallest show of force. They’re made of porcelain in your eyes..

You just love your baby so much! Your little human lover who belongs to you, and only you..

[hqtchetman]

80’s Boyfriends/HammerTastic Headcannons

What they think of each other (before they start dating)

Felix towards Turbo

Felix definitely thinks that Turbo is a little weird, but that makes him all the more interesting!

He ADORES Turbo’s laugh. He thinks that it’s just the sweetest thing, and it brings joy to his heart that someone could be so candid.

More on that Candid thing, I feel like Felix doesn’t see enough Honesty and Earnesty in his day to day, living with the nice landers. The closest he gets is Ralph, but he finds Ralph way too awkward to be around, so when he meets someone who has that level of raw emotion? It appalls him at first, but eventually draws him in.

He really wants him to work on his manners.

The thought of him being invited to ride his kart with him makes Felix beet red. He writes it off as simply feeling too scared to ride.

He’s a little jealous of his ability to be so confident.

He worries about Turbo’s hygiene. A LOT. As you’d expect, he has definitely come to visit the penthouse smelling like he definitely hasn’t taken a shower in a while, and it gets the Nicelanders pretty upset.

Felix isn’t sure if it could be his mental health or his constant business that’s causing him to be so… dirty for lack of a better term, and he’s not sure which alternative is better.

That is to say, Turbo’s mental health has really concerned him as well.

Turbo towards Felix

Turbo thinks Felix is a goody-two-shoes, but finds it very endearing.

He wishes he could have him all to himself, away from those other ‘useless, judgy people�� in the penthouse.

He really wishes that he would loosen up a little.

He could help with that.

The thought of him inviting him to ride his kart with him makes him weak in the knees. He’s unsure why, but probably tries to convince himself it’s just because he couldn’t imagine anyone else touching his kart.

He sees past Felix’s ‘reliance’ on the golden hammer, secretly really appreciating his kindness and hospitality despite everyone else being rather cross with him.

Generally finds him pleasant and helpful to be around. It brightens up his mood every time he sees him, and makes all his unsavory thoughts go away, even if just for a little while.

He wonders if he notices how bad he’s actually doing, how down the drain his mental health has been since the start.

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I’d love to have mutuals

[guestiguess]

my masterlist

[femmptation]

I'm starting on my weekend cleaning, and I'm not going to lie, it has me daydreaming about the domesticity of doing it with my butch.

Playfully whining about the state she let her apartment get while she cleans the bathroom and I strip the sheets, dragging her with me to the Laundromat and appeasing her with promises of coffee and saying it's basically a break, wiping down the countertop and sweeping while she does the dishes, just. Having her there with me while I finish cleaning, because she always runs out of steam before I do(but that doesn't keep her from jumping up to take the trash out or empty the litterbox once I get to those tasks)

Going out to dinner or ordering in at the end of the day because we just deep cleaned the kitchen, and watching tv together on the couch until she catches me dozing off and makes me go to bed.

[whopissedmypants]

“I’m craving pasta!”

“I’m craving steak!”

I’m craving holding her close to my heart while I kiss her forehead and play with her hair- matching our breaths and admiring her

[ghoulcybrainrothaver]

You ever think about how we're going to get more promo pics like this one but this time around Lucy will be with them? I have. And I apologize in advance for the person I'll become when the first one drops.

[myfemmeb0yfriend]

dear butches of tumblr,

i love u so much let me treat u like a prince baby PLEASE!

[porcelio]

“my shield, my steady hand; put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat.”

what if we kissed on my sickass dragon throne?

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

hi! your content is so good ah man - I just reread your Beni/Konro sickfic on your old account, that was so soft and nice to read ?? would you ever consider writing another sickfic but with Konro instead? totally don't feel like you have to though lol

Why thank you darling!! I sure would! <3

A slightly long ficlet under the cut!

Konro was sensitive to temperature changes even on a good day, but when Beni caught him in the kitchen with a blanket wrapped tight around him shivering around a boiling pot of water he knew today wasn’t one of the good ones.

“Oi, you all right?” he questioned from the doorway, hands tucked in his sleeves in front of him, watching. Konro didn’t look up or even move to acknowledge him, a quiet grunt his only response. Beni sighed, rolling his eyes as he moved to stand next to his trembling friend. “You’re not sick, are you?” Konro’s glassy eyes slid lazily from the water to Beni’s face and back, expression utter misery, the energy to interact meaningfully long gone.

Beni heaved another theatrical sigh when he looked at the nearly empty pot, the water all but gone. He pulled it from the heat and turned to Konro, still staring limply at the burner where the pot had been. “Come on, big guy, lets get you to bed.”

“But my tea…” Konro rasped quietly, the will to fight waning as he allowed himself to be ushered from the kitchen down the hall to his quarters. Beni scoffed.

“I’ll make you some tea, but honestly I’m a little afraid you’ll fall asleep in the boiling water if I leave you to it…”

The pair went through the motions of undressing and redressing Konro for bed, piling layer upon layer of linens and blankets atop his shaking body, Konro halfheartedly attempting to fight off Beni’s nurturing the entire time. “I can make my own tea Waka, this is unnecessary,” he mumbled as he slid under the covers and settled his head against his pillows, words as empty as that poor pot.

“Yeah yeah, just lay down. Can I get you anything other than tea?”

Shivering despite gripping the blankets as close to his chest as he could, Konro looked pathetically up at his young counterpart. “Actually… I’m kind of cold.”

“Well, shit... I think that’s every spare blanket we have. Hang on, I'll check.”

A minute later - or maybe an hour, Konro could no longer sense time - Beni came back empty-handed. With a grunt and a gruff sigh Beni wordlessly lifted Konro’s covers and slid beneath them, tucked close against Konro’s back as he let off gentle waves of his pyrokinetic heat.

As the heat diffused beneath the blankets Konro turned to face his friend, refusing to make eye contact as he tucked himself beneath Beni’s arms and wrapped himself around his heated, slender body, swallowing the smaller man's lower half against him, selfishly absorbing as much warmth as he could.

[the-angband-confessional]

After but a couple minutes of waiting, there’s the sound of near-silent footsteps on the ground. Had the two of them not been listening they would have missed it.

A figure in a dark cloak emerges from behind one of the rocks, heading towards them, silvery eyes seeming to gleam even in the shadow of their hood.

Vamir stops a little ways away, taking off the hood, the other hand moving to idly rest on a hilt of what seems to be a silver shortsword, elegant yet practical.

They grin softly.

“What challenges might await me, I wonder?” They inquire, head tilting minutely.

“Come,” Mairon says, turning to walk away. Gothmog barks out an order, and the clanking of heavy chains is heard when thralls raise a massive portcullis wrought of iron. “We must present you to the master first. He will tell you what you must do next.”

Melkor is standing in a vast courtyard just beyond the open gateway, tall and menacing and garbed in fine silk, supple leather, and skillfully forged armor the color of onyx. There are orcs and thralls and Umaiar present. They keep to the shadows, stand in the upper walkways, and crowd around open windows and doors. They are all studying Vamir with barely disguised curiosity as they walked inside, with Mairon and Gothmog on either side of them.

“My lord and king,” Mairon says, bowing. “I wish to present Vamir, if it please you. They are the intruder who left that missive for us to find. They wish to subject themself to a series of challenges, my lord. If they succeed, they will join us and serve you. If they fail their tests and survive, we will allow them to depart this place without further harm from us. Will you agree to this?”

“Indeed, I will,” Melkor begins, his dark eyes fixed intently on the one between his most trusted servants. “And I give you my word, Vamir, that you will be allowed to leave if you fail your challenges and still survive. Now, let us go on to our first test.”

The Vala leads the way to an imposing maze of thorns rising upward in the center of the courtyard. Its walls are half again as tall as him, and each of its thorns is as long as swords, and they are just as sharp. When he reaches out and brushes his hand over a thick stalk, the walls rustle briefly, as if in anticipation, and then they go still.

“This maze is my own creation,” Melkor says with pride, “and it is no ordinary maze. It possesses a mist that will obscure the way, thorny walls that will close in on you, and enchantments that will seek to confuse you, and turn you away from your path.” He gestures to the entry leading into the maze. “Find your way to the other side, Vamir, and we will take you to your next test.”

[whopissedmypants]

She’s so excruciatingly beautiful, I want to give this sexy girl the world, she deserves it all.

I can’t believe she’s all mine, like this GORGEOUS person is my designated person in life, I don’t even know how to describe how perfect she is, AND SHES FUCKING BREATHTAKINGLY STUNNING AND SHES PERFECT IN EVERY OTHER WAY TOO, LIKE AAAAAAAA

I WON, I WON LIFE

[agoraphxnics]

Back From the Undead (Werewolf Pack x Dying!Vampire!F!Reader

October gets me feeling spooky (that's a lie, I'm a monsterfvcker 24/7), so I was thinking of smol weak!vampire!reader on her own when a pack of werewolves come across her half dead on the forest floor. Her sire abandoned her after realizing she was too weak to hunt for herself. As the wolves approach, she whimpers slightly but accepts her fate, closing her eyes in anticipation. A wet snout presses to her face, sniffing all over, until it growls, pushing its head under her body to roll her onto her back.

Some grunts are shared throughout the group until crackling is heard from the one who nosed her. All of a sudden, arms are lifting her into a broad chest, and she is carried back to their den. She finally opens her heavy eyes when her body meets soft furs arranged on a cave floor. The humanoid form of the werewolf is tall and muscular, and his face is rather handsome in a rugged way. He stares back at her, curious and calculating. More cracks and snaps are heard in the background, and the other four werewolves turn humanoid as well.

She wants to ask what they're going to do to her, but she's too far gone at this point to speak. One of them goes to a cabinet and fishes out some vials and tinctures and starts mixing up a concoction. The one before her runs his claws through her hair, a low rumbling emitting from his throat.

The others soon join them, the one with a vial of ambiguous liquid pressing it to her lips. "It will ease the pain," he explains. She complies, opening her mouth to allow the fluid to pass through. Once she swallows, the first one bites into his arm.

On reflex, her eyes dilate, and her mouth waters. She lets out a quiet mewl but remains still. He puts his now-bleeding arm to her mouth, cooing that it's okay, that she won't hurt him. Hesitantly, she lifts her head to suck, and all rationality goes out the window. What little trace of humanity remaining in her psyche flees as the animal desires for hunger. Her teeth latch onto the arm, preventing him from leaving.

It's been so long since she's had blood, and now that she has it, the beast wants more. She suckles and suckles without care, only focusing on surviving. It's not until the werewolf pulls away that she realizes just how truly weak she is. Her arms reflexively go to pull him back, but not moving them for weeks has rendered them atrophied.

She allows her head relax, resting back into the palm of the wolf. Closing her eyes, she lets out a deep breath, relishing in the blood revitalizing her being. "Thank you..." she whispers out, though they all hear her.

"You'll be safe here," one of them says, laying a large fur over her body. "We'll make sure of it."

[ghoulcybrainrothaver]

I go back and forth with how I want ghoulcy to be but s2 would be so fun if it was like

Cooper, all in for the woman who mercifully saved him life: wife wife wife grrr don't touch her don't even look at her 🤬🔫

Lucy, neutral towards him: The ghoul? Yes, I'm traveling with him. What's he like? He's not so bad, I guess 🤷‍♀️

[aquicat]

Cordelia Confusion???

Guys seriously help

Why isn't Cordelia royal sorcerer? Is it passed down the male line? Did she abdicate? Does the show never address this?

Someone, give me an answer. I don't even care if it's a headcannon. Just, something.