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[yourdailyjormy]

send help i can't stop making knitting patterns

(no idea how these will knit up, but if you want to try any of them you're very welcome, i have motif modules in another excel sheet which I can share. pattern width ranges from 6 rows for the red mushrooms, to 16 rows for the trees/flowers one. Most of them are 8 rows.)

[wordswithkittywitch]

Roj Blake and Kerr Avon, Blake's 7, Gay and Bisexual

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Requested by @avonlovesblake 

Now accepting pride month moodboard requests. 

[falafels]

which of the foxes is going to be the first to unhelpfully point out to kevin, who is bitching relentlessly about how annoying neil is being while sidelined, that this is EXACTLY what he was like when he first joined the line and couldn’t play. my money says matt or dan

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

[ltlemon]

[jaehyunmirae]

return the favor | l.jn

jeno x female reader.

FILTHYYYYY!!!! mirror sex, fingering (lots of fingering), praise kink, humiliation, shameless porn, oral (receiving and giving), manhandling, overstimulation, did i mention- filthy as fuck?

jeno could feel your body tense as he held you close.

he never stopped kissing you everywhere—your lips, your neck, your chest—like he’s out to devour what’s left in your lungs the way he’s leaving you breathless every step of the way.

“please let me do everything for you tonight,” he pleads.

you can sense his experience during times like this. even when his words feigned meek obedience, his steps were bold and that overwhelming confidence made you want to hide as much as it makes you want him so desperately.

jeno leads you to the bedroom. while making out, you slowly gained the confidence to fight for dominance, only focusing on his lips and the way his hands traveled across your body.

he lets you lead for a while, entertaining your illusion believing you'll have your way with him. engrossed with a million different sensations, you missed his real intentions. jeno sits at the edge of the bed, placing you between him and the mirror.

"show's over baby," his voice deepens, catching you off guard.

it took you a few seconds to process what he said before gripping your waist, spinning you around to face the mirror. you caught the look on his face, smirking while maintaining direct eye contact through the reflection. jeno stands up, then gently pushes you to take two steps forward.

a pit formed in your stomach.

he kisses your hair, then your temple, and your cheek. he hums nonchalantly, pushed all your hair to one side, and nudged you to tilt your head. this way he had full access to your neck, first dragging his nose across the nape, his lips on your sensitive skin.

"don't close your eyes. watch me."

he stays clothed while taking off every piece of clothing off your body one by one. every part of your bare skin revealed by his undressing did not go untouched, massaged by his hands or tasted by his tongue. too much, too many for you to handle, yet too quick, too soft for you to feel satisfied.

you tried reaching out to him, pulling on his shirt and trousers as a protest. he knows you were getting impatient, bothered by him keeping his clothes on still.

"-wanna see you," you whispered, shuddering as his hand grazed too close to your core without hesitation.

"keep your panties on," he avoided your plea and chuckled.

jeno sits back down and pulls you into the bed with him. now, you're both sitting on the edge, facing the mirror directly.

he slowly spreads your legs, smiling as he noticed the wet spot. he starts kissing your neck and shoulders again before his hand found its way inside, feeling your wetness on his fingers.

you instinctively closed your legs but he pulls them apart with his other hand, putting a little bit more pressure than usual.

“look up, baby. look at how beautiful you are.”

jeno waits until you eased through his touch. he pulls the fabric to the side, gathering your wetness to spread them across your folds.

deeply embarassed and turned on at the same time, you were torn between closing your eyes and hide or watch his fingers play with your pussy all night long. your conflict was evident in the way your moans escaped your lips. they betrayed your efforts to keep your composure, and jeno was loving every minute of it.

jeno lifts you up from behind to get your panties off, tossing them behind, "i need to stretch you out. okay, baby?"

you nodded quickly, finding yourself a little too ready to act coy. jeno slowly entered his middle finger inside you, showering you with praises.

"so wet, so easy.. hmm."

jeno continued kissing your shoulder while moving his finger in and out, feeling you shake under his touch. he whispered his praises by your ear, distracting you from the discomfort of adding another digit, until he was able to comfortably fit three.

“f-fuck…” you moaned when he curled his fingers, feeling his palm rubbing your clit at the same time.

“you're so wet- shit, can you hear that?”

jeno takes his hand to lift your chin up, urging you to watch him through the mirror. torn between feeling embarrassed and turned on by the obscene sight before your eyes, you watched as jeno fucked you from behind with his fingers. tears streaming down your face ruined your mascara but jeno has never seen you so breathtaking.

“oh my fucking- argh..” holding back your moans, you bit your lip to muffle the sinful sounds escaping out of your mouth despite drowning in the intensity you were losing yourself in.

“are you scared that the people next door can hear us?”

“y-yeah…”

“don’t be shy. be loud for me," he kept his eyes on you through the mirror, encouraging you to be as loud as you can, "let them hear you.”

you arched her back, feeling your orgasm building, "-gonna come.”

“already? we barely started-"

“please- it's too much. fuck!"

"okay, then come. don't fight it.”

you screamed jeno's name, hit with the embarrassment as reality dawns upon you. you just watched herself come in front of the mirror. for the first time.

“i can't believe you came just from my fingers.”

jeno took off his shirt, wiping his hand with it before tossing it behind you. turning to look at his face, your vision still trying to adjust from reaching your high, he kisses you. he was absolutely gone and aroused from what he witnessed, keeping a mental note to fuck you in front of the mirror more often.

it took every fiber of your being to stop yourself from jumping on his bones. you turned your whole body towards him, planting your palms on his chest, climbing on top of him, and feeling him up through his trousers, "did you get hard from that?”

"holy shit- who wouldn't? you just came from my fingers.”

“let me return the favor.”

“oh no. i already said i want to do everything for you.”

“no-" you stopped him from fighting with your lips. following his methods, you started kissing and licking him all the way from his chest to his v-line, distracting his senses as you unbuckled his belt to pull his pants and boxers down.

jeno was so fucking hard that he couldn’t protest the second your hand wrapped around him. no part of him wanted you to stop.

“i want you to feel good.”

“it’s so sensitive, fuck- slow down-”

“no- fuck you! as if you slowed down for me," you snapped before taking him in.

licking him from the shaft all the way to the head, you were determined to make his head go wild. you bat your eyes at him, looking up from underneath, making the image even more obscene than what you're doing with your mouth.

“fuck,” jeno covers his face, going crazy from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, "-m not gonna the last if you keep going.. ugfh-"

“told you i'm returning the favor," you laughed as you moved your wrist, pumping his dick. saliva was dripping down your chin when you took his cock out of your mouth. again, without warning and without paying any mind to the mess you've made, you took his cock in your mouth, much deeper this time.

“i'm gonna come- shit!”

you opened your mouth wide open, earning a quiet “what the fuck” from jeno. you nodded without saying anything more. he tries to stop and try to find another way to unload but he simply couldn’t help himself as your hand kept moving, leaving him no choice but to come inside your mouth.

swallowing it all, you felt a drip escaping from your lips. your eyes watered from the sensation of his load shooting at the back of your throat but the sight of jeno falling apart from your touch was worth it. jeno pulls your face up, his heart dropped all the way down to his stomach after realizing what just happened.

“what the fuck- you're killing me, do you know that?"

jeno kisses you hard, tasting himself on your tongue

he lifts you up and drops you down the bed without breaking contact. he starts kissing down your body and positions his head in between your thighs.

“now, i want you to come from my tongue.”

you had the whole zoo roaring in your stomach after hearing that, barely voicing out, “what” from your hoarse throat after sucking him off. jeno's lips trail across your inner thighs. he starts licking stripes towards the direction close to your pussy, not quite licking you in the right places.

“let me clean you up," he says referring from your come earlier.

“b-but i'm not recovered from earlier, fuck.. jeno-”

“no time to recover, babe. my favor's all yours."

[makeriia]

HELLO STONERS (haha get it cause Dr.Stone yeah I’ll see myself out)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

saddle up partner

inspo post

[harrowharkwife]

i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.

they're his.

palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.

and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.

but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.

they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.

the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)

palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.

(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)

(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)

remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.

in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.

the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.

we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."

they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.

but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.

palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.

harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.

nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.

[pothame]

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[mikachusblog]

It's my birthday! 🎂

I turn 23 today! Such an odd feeling, i still feel like a teenager cosplaying as an adult (ᵕ—ᴗ—) this month also marks my one year of joining simblr, so it is extra special to me! I am incredibly grateful for the warm welcome i have received on here, for all the lovely and insanely creative people i have met! I hope this community will be a part of my life for a long time to come ꉂ (≧ヮ≦) you are all invited to my virtual birthday party!!!

[jonk-md]

not if it's you

[pedripics]

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[autohavenwreckerz]

Go my Rocky

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

An au based in Epic: The Musical where the entire Trojan War is derailed before it even starts because instead of Paris 'Horny Teenage Boy' of Troy, Odysseus 'Next To My Wife' of Ithaca is chosen to arbitrate the Golden Apple argument.

However, Odysseus reads the words 'For the Fairest' and is immediately halfway back to the Palace to gift the apple to the gave-birth-that-day Penelope before anyone can explain the rules to him. No thoughts, not even to justify his choice, just Wife.

And to be honest, none of them can really be mad at him for it.

Hera, Goddess of Marriage and Queen of Gods, saw Loyal Husband Odysseus immediately chose his wife and Queen even against divinity.

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, saw So-Down-Bad Odysseus pick his heart's desire in an instant.

Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, saw her student pick what was probably the wisest choice of picking your wife when asked who is the most beautiful person you know.

By picking Penelope, Odysseus somehow picked what all three Goddesses stand for and incredibly, that's satisfaction enough for them. (At least, that's how the stories will go. In reality, loving-husband new-Dad and likely sleep-deprived and super-stressed Odysseus was given the apple, told "you must judge who deserves this apple." and heard nothing else.)

(No one is going to mention how his choice is incredibly biased for fear of starting the argument anew.)

Meanwhile the Fates are wondering who the fuck messed with their tapestry that much that an entire WAR meant to kill off most of the contemporary demi-gods got averted.

(I know it's OOC but my heart says Hades. Dude took one look at the plan, realised that once again his siblings' bullshit was gonna make him deal with all the consequences, and decided to say 'Fuck That.' He's dealt with all the others causing shit, let him have a shenanigan. He deserves it.)

[arcticclimes]