#a concept™

[huntress-den]

You stradling my thigh. Naked save for the neck guard around your neck and the ropes keeping your hands behind your back. Me leaning back on my chair, carelessly eating a handful of grapes that are far more worthy of my attention at that moment than your pitiful form is.

My cold uncaring eyes scanning your trembling form. Daring you. Challenging you to move before you're allowed. Defy me, rebel against me, my pup.

I know you want to move your hips. To throw caution to the wind, ignore my every warning and just rut against me like a hungry bitch til your climax makes your whole body shudder. I'll let you of course. Won't tear my eyes from you as you ruin yourself like an untamed animal.

The room is silent, save from your whines and moans bouncing off the walls. I just listen to your hedonistic chanting and smile as you cum with such force that your eyes roll into your head.

As you come down from your high. I pick you up gently. I lay you on the rug right in front of the roaring fireplace. And move away to retrieve the tools of my craft. The instruments of your correction.

As I come back. Your eyes are stil swirling and your breathing still uneven.

What a sight. So pitiful. So weak.

But you're not so naive, are you, pup? I know you're not because you are anticipating what's to come from the very moment you started to move.

You knew what the rules were, love. You knew the price of your defiance.

And as the leather whip slithers from my fingers, unraveling all the way to the floor with a thud, the question now is...

Can you afford it?

[anuyuri]

gb

[spite-of-the-grifter]

Rewatching Gravity Falls for the who-knows-what thousandth time and I. I have. A thought.

The website that alluded to (not confirmed, as far as I know) of a season three. And this is a big deal.

Since it's pretty much a given that if this does end up happening, Bill WILL be a part of it and they'll need some way to stop him. So I figured, since Mabel destroyed the memory eraser and Bill would probably not have fallen for the same thing twice anyway, the obvious choice is the zodiac wheel again.

BUT.

What if instead of it all being the same person in the same spot as they were in the finale, why not have their positions switched around a bit. The obvious examples being Wendy as pine tree since she and Dipper swapped hats and Soos since he took over as owner of the Mystery Shack and also Stan's iconic hat. I *may* try to plot out who would go where and share the rest of that stuff on here, but I think this idea would work really well when you contextualize it with the concept that even though time has passed and people have grown and changed and are no longer the same as they once were, they're still just as strong and still care for each other and their bond will never be broken.

Much like the people who loved this show.

[blackkatdraws]

"Ready to go on an adventure?"

(lore in tags ahem ahem)

Some more centipede Adventure Line™ art (featuring other artists Adventure Lines™ from this reblog chain!)

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ entire-day dates with your stevie

swimming in lovers’ lake. buying flowers. picnics at the dock. sunbathing. making your stevie your photography muse. home videos. constant hand-holding. movies nights. passionate kisses.

[djevelbl]

Let's GOOO

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Miku has become hopelessly lost in the woods

[janearts]

I love his unusual for altmer attitude

And just imagine thalmor having a heart attack seeing a MIX of filthy human nord and pure altmer, plus being a DRAGONBORN

Its ok if i drew Kel? x)))

Hah! It's funny you mention the Thalmor because I triggered the Justicar Execution Order absurdly early in my playthrough. I hadn't done anything I knew would trigger them (wear an amulet of Talos, activate a Talos shrine, attack a member of the Thalmor, etc.), but they aggro'd during a wilderness random encounter anyway. Looking back, one of the Whiterun quests must have triggered the Execution Order, but I did think about how apropos it would be for the Thalmor to want to off Kel for Simply Existing.

(And yes you're absolutely welcome to draw Kel! Tag me in anything you end up posting so I can see it. uvu)

[soaked-ghost]

'ink is a god of creation' 'ink is chaos incarnate-' ink is just some guy I know. all he does is fart around and get drunk in bars all day. and all he can talk about is sonic the hedgehog and the heat death of the universe like the nerd he is. he collects stamps and smokes weed he's just some dude.

[wannabe-minion-of-chaos]

Love coming up with ideas for Mosquito, Clyde literally decided to make himself what is essentially an INSECTOID VAMPIRE how am I expected to not hyperfixate on that idea

[0lliecl0wn]

okay so @bumfyluvur96 just reminded me that a comical amount of dexter's lab characters have the same glasses as scudworth and judgement boy and now i gotta declare a new character trend

i present to you, These Glasses™

draw a character wearing These Glasses™ and make it your own

basic guidelines for characters with These Glasses™:

must be mischievous. just absolutely dastardly. troublesome, even.

if the character is not mischievous, they're a total nerd

thou shalt not grant them bitches

characters with These Glasses™ are probably neurodivergent

must have a constant 'rizz face' on because they are such a rapscallion (reference: judgement boy)

either the Braincell Haver or the Braincell Lacker, no inbetween

must be the cartooniest bitch alive. realism is for SQUARES!!!

they probably eat sheet metal and live with their mom

if you dont like the guidelines, feel free to do whatever, im not the police

happy oc making or something!

[harrowscore]

does anyone know of some essays comparing and contrasting camus & sartre's works and philosophy? i've just finished nausea and i'm extremely interested in existentialism and absurdism, so... is there anyone familiar with these authors who can give me some recs? 🤔

[saturday-byte]

Should I give Buzzer a hat . What kind of hat would he even wear

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[ghoulangerlee]

Just the Tip; MountainDew; Explicit

second part to the MountainDew fic I wrote the other day — I would just reblog and add it to the other post but I want it to be spread around/in the tags ]:

written on my phone at work once again bc I can't wait —pls let me know if something doesn't look right!!

Mountain gets fucked by Dew for the first time and it's A Lot for him. (partly because of the Dick but also partly bc Dew as a lover is definitely not what he expected [positive]), very brief mention of fisting bc we're at that point I guess.

this one is present tense but it's still part 2 i promise

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Dews fingertips are cold, even as he tries to warm the lube up on his palms where most of the heat is, but the second he presses one slick fingertip against where Mountain wants him the most—its cool, cold in a way that makes Mountain shiver in anticipation.

It's nice, in a way, against his overheated skin.

His own cock is soft against his thigh now and small, even smaller than when he's hard but, he won't be hard again for a bit, maybe by the time Dew's easing into him, whenever that is, because Dew had whispered, into his skin, against his lips, how thorough he needed to be with the prep.

Now that he's seen Dew naked—miles of dusty gray skin, molten red freckles along his hip bones and up his sides over scarred skin from his transformation, his cock, thick and long and heavy enough that it doesn't quite curve upwards against his belly like most of the other cocks that Mountain's seen.

He understands now.

Involuntarily, he clenches before Dew's even worked a finger inside of him, his eyes drawn to the way his cock just moves, he wants it in his mouth, wants to feel his jaw ache as he tries to swallow him down.

He's good with his mouth, has never had a complaint from any of his past partners and he knows without a doubt that if Dew asked him to choke on it, he would.

"You're looking an awful lot, big guy," Dew comments, though he's not watching Mountain directly, his eyes are trained further down, between Mountain's legs as he presses cool fingertips against him, over and over, spreading lube around, the gel warming as it touches his skin.

Can you blame me? He wants to ask, but the words don't come out, it's like he can't speak suddenly as the gentle rubbing turns into pressure, turns into Dew slipping one of his slim fingers inside him, slick and easy and like nothing at all.

How is it going to fit? He thinks, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head back into the pillow under him, mouth opening in a gasp.

Dew's other hand comes up to rest on his thigh, far away from his cock that's still soft, petting him as he eases the first finger up to his knuckle, like Mountain is some sort of virgin who's never taken anything before.

"Just breathe through it," Dew murmurs, drawing his cool fingertips against Mountain's inner thigh in slow, comforting circles, "We'll get there when you're ready," he continues, as if he knows what Mountain is thinking.

It continues much like this for a bit longer, with Dew's finger inside of him, with him moving, slowly, oh so slowly, curling his finger each time he pulls it out, a tease of a sensation that has Mountain's hands clenched tight in the sheets bunched under his thighs.

He's so careful, when this whole time he'd expected something fast and dirty, quick prep and Dew fucking into him in a way that left behind an ache—though he's sure, even after all the prep, there will still be an ache, he'll feel this for days. Days where he can only think of Dew inside of him, splitting him open.

There's a brief pause in Dew's movements, but Mountain's not really paying much attention; the sound of the lube opening and closing again and then two fingers pressing into him, spreading only slightly as they come to a stop just beyond the second knuckle again, Dew's other hand still drawing soothing circles against his inner thigh, the cool touch keeping him grounded.

Mountain breathes through his nose, loud enough that Dew glances up at him for a moment, finally looking away from his hands, tilting his head, his red eyes curious, "Having second thoughts?" He asks, entirely too earnest, moving his hand to pet along the outside of Mountain's thigh.

When Mountain shakes his head, Dew gets a smile on his face, "Ah," he says, as if he knows that at this very moment, every preconceived notion that Mountain had about Dew is being turned on its head. "Can you answer out loud for me?" He asks, "Or are you too overwhelmed?"

He manages to lift his hand, finding purchase on Dew's leg, his palm warm and a little sweaty from where he'd been gripping the sheets, "No second thoughts," he gets out, stretching one of his legs out further, to give Dew more space to settle in, "Please."

Dew hums then, looking all at once like he's preening, that his ability to leave Mountain a mess were something to be happy about. "You're doing so well for me," he murmurs then, bowing over Mountain's body, pressing a kiss against his thigh, close to where his cock is still resting. "Soon I'll give you what you want," he continues speaking, his breath warm against Mountain's skin, "Do you trust me?"

Mountain gasps softly, and his cock finally gives a little twitch as he keens high in his throat, "Yes," he forces out, going breathless again when Dew spreads his fingers and starts fucking him with them. "Oh."

"You've been so quiet, big guy," Dew murmurs, mouthing at his thigh, pressing an open mouthed kiss right beside his cock. "It's nice hearing you now. I wonder how loud you'll get as I keep putting my fingers in you."

Mountain groans then, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards against Dew's mouth, all while he tries to push down against his fingers, and he thinks, somewhat distantly, that Dew is just preparing him, that he's not going to put his fist in him but oh there's a thought.

He has to pack it away for later, something to think about after all of this is over, because he's not even hard yet but he feels so on the edge oh so suddenly.

When Dew finally presses inside with three fingers, Mountain can't stop the animalistic snarl that tears out of him, his oh so careful control snapping in two as he digs his now sharp nails into the sheets, the bed, most likely ripping into the mattress but he can't think of anything beyond the point where they're connected.

How will it be when he's finally inside of me? Is the only coherent thought he has, and no matter how much he tries to spur Dew on—rocking down against his fingers, spreading his legs wider, softly begging for more, none of it works. Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't move onto the main thing, he doesn't do anything except smile softly and keep the same slow and deep, thorough pace.

"Trust me, big guy," he says, dragging his blunt nails across Mountain's inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump under his touch, "You don't want me to rush this," he smiles at him, "Next time though, we'll go as fast as you like."

And oh. Next time.

Mountain's trying not to think about what next time could entail, he doesn't want to cross the frayed wires in his brain, but he can't help but think about their positions reversed, about Dew under him while he sits on his cock. Thinks about the praise coming from Dew while Dew holds onto his hips and Mountain rides him, slow and careful, not letting him come until Mountain's content and sore.

Sometime between one thought and the next, Dew's pulling his fingers free and picking the lube up again, and Mountain's hopeful, when he squeezes some into his palm and warms it up, but then he's slicking up four fingers, biting his lower lip as he presses them slowly into Mountain.

The stretch of it takes his breath away, and he inhales, for a brief moment he tries to close his legs, to push Dew's fingers out, his hand away, because the stretch of it is a lot.

Dew's petting his thigh, whispering softly as he does, inching his fingers in slowly, oh so slowly, before he pulls his hand away to grab the lube away, squeezing more out onto his fingers as they disappear inside Mountain. "Breathe through it, big guy," he murmurs, "Just let me in," he says, low and filthy, "I know you can take it."

Mountain gasps, words fall from his mouth on autopilot—Dew's name, over and over, like a prayer, a plea, for more or for Dew to stop until the stretch eases, he's not sure.

Dew's hand finds his cock, still soft, small, not even a handful like this, but he doesn't comment on it, doesn't focus on the humiliation of it as he touches him, careful and light like he's fragile.

Mountain's thankful. He feels fragile right now, like one wrong move will topple him over into something he can't name—if Dew were to be rough, if he were to grip him tight and try to rush him he may just come apart at the seams. Drop down, down into some sort of deep chasm.

Dew hums, a soft, steady sort of melody that draws Mountain out of his thoughts and puts the focus back on him, his touch light and gentle, exploring his cock all the while his fingers curl and press against his walls.

"There you are," Dew murmurs when he feels Mountain start to grow hard, "You're perfect like this, baby. So tight around my fingers, nice and snug in my hand. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, earnest again as he looks up at Mountain's face.

When Mountain goes to nod, he switches gears, wills away his claws so he can touch Dew again without hurting him, "So good," he manages to get out in a slur, the words thick on his tongue. "'mazing."

Dew's smile is a bright point of light in the darkness of Mountain's bedroom, "Thank you for answering me with words," he says, rewarding him with a gentle upstroke, a careful flick of his wrist as Mountain's cock fattens up in his hand.

The movement draws a punched out groan from him and his eyes close once more as he presses his head back into the bed, his hair a mess with sweat and tangled from his movement, he wants, oh he wants so much. He wants everything with Dew.

"Almost there," Dew murmurs softly, "So close, big guy. Just a little bit more. You're squeezing my fingers so tight I'm afraid I'll come before I get the head in." He admits, and Mountain can hear how wrecked he sounds. His voice nearly tipping over into desperation. "So fuckin' gorgeous like this. So pliant and greedy. You're so hungry for it."

The words alone pull him to full hardness, nevermind whatever Dew's doing with his fingers, the stretch and pull of them tugging and tugging at his rim as he pulls out so slowly and pushes back in.

Despite the desperation, the thickness of Dew's scent as his arousal mixes with the smell of his precome and sweat, Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't rush the last of the prep, he just touches him, building Mountain's pleasure up slowly, wholly, in an all consuming way.

Time slows and thickens as Mountain's head grows foggy, as he floats between two points, Dew's hands playing him as if he were one of the fire ghoul's beloved instruments.

He almost doesn't notice when Dew's fingers slip out of him, until he realizes that he's gaping, just a bit, when he clenches around nothing it's almost painful, so painful he whines.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, petting Mountain's thigh with his lube sticky hand, and then he's pushing himself up to his knees, bowing over Mountain's body so they're face to face.

Mountain tilts his head, reaching up and drawing Dew down into a kiss, a kiss so gentle that it makes Mountain's heart thump loudly in his chest and when the kiss comes to a natural end, Dew leans into Mountain's hand and smiles at him.

"Please," he whispers, feeling raw, feeling needy, feeling so much that he's sure he'll burst soon.

Dew's smile turns soft then and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Mountain's palm before he pulls back, settles back between Mountain's thighs, getting the lube.

Mountain's mouth waters as he watches Dew squeeze lube into his hand, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking, covering himself in lube, fingers barely meeting around the girth, he whines deep in his chest, the sound pitiful and sad until Dew looks up at him again.

"Hey," Dew says, scooting closer, his hand wrapped around himself halfway down, not at the base, "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He asks, the question rhetorical as he shuffles Mountain's leg with his free hand, nudging it outwards until he's got enough room.

He's close enough now that Mountain can feel the head of his cock press against him, waiting, and then Dew's other hand wraps around him again, slick with lube and warm, encasing him so wholly that Mountain almost forgets about Dew's cock.

Except he doesn't, he doesn't, because then Dew is looking down between them, guiding himself closer and pressing ininin.

Mountain's breath is pulled from his lungs and his cock goes a little soft in Dew's hand as the stretch borders on too much, all the whole Dew continues to stroke him, murmuring soft and breathless praises to him as he goes.

It seems like hours pass, but finally, finally, the head of Dew's cock pops in, drawing a garbled sounding moan from Dew when Mountain squeezes tight around him.

"Relax big guy," Dew says, a breathless wheeze, "Gonna blow my load before we even get to the good part, baby."

Mountain makes a noise, mournful and sad, but he does relax, eventually, and Dew's able to start moving again, slow and steady even though when Mountain's lucid enough to open his eyes and look at the fire ghoul, he looks like he's barely able to restrain himself.

Time slows even more to a crawl when Dew's about halfway in, and Mountain had enough wits about him to rest a hand on Dew's thigh, "Enough," he breathes out, "So full, can't."

Dew shushes him, rubs his thigh gently, "Just breathe for me," he murmurs, "We'll work up to you taking me fully, we can stop here," he says lowly, shifting his hips a bit, sliding out a little, "Good boy," he murmurs, when he feels Mountain's cock go fully hard again, "You like that, huh?"

Mountain whines, bares his throat, "Oh," he breathes out. "I'm so full," he shifts his hips down against Dew, clenching around him. "Baby."

Dew hums softly, settling one of his hands on Mountain's hip, thumb pressed to the bone there, "Feel good?" He asks, mouth dropping open as Mountain rhythmically clenches around him, "Oh baby, you're so greedy for it," he murmurs, squeezing his hip as he pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in, "Just gotta train you a bit more, you'll be able to take all of me in no time."

Mountain likes the sound of that, the idea of being trained to take Dew's cock whenever he wants. Whenever Dew wants. He feels an animalistic need inside him, begging, pleading for that, to be useful for Dew. To be needed so carnally.

"Oh baby, we're going to get there," Dew promises, fucking into him now, with so much care that the difference between his thoughts and Dew's actions cause him to go dizzy. "We get you all trained up to take me proper and I'll make a good, respectable ghoul out of you yet."

Mountain goes nearly cross-eyed with pleasure, between Dew splitting him open, the filth he's speaking, the way Dew's been fondling his cock this whole time, teasing and playing with him, he feels like he's already full to burst.

"Please," Mountain manages, unsure of what exactly he's asking for, keening in his throat when Dew's speed picks up the tiniest bit, when his cock presses right against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, Dew, oh," he lets out, one long, loud moan, his hips fucking upwards once, twice, again, and then he's coming messily into Dew's fist, clenching tight around him.

"Shit," Dew swears, "Shit, fuck, Mountain baby," he barely manages to stop himself from thrusting all the way into Mountain, gritting his teeth as he lets go of Mountain's spend cock and grabs his other hip instead, smearing come all over his skin as he pulls Mountain down onto his cock, guiding him as he chases his own release.

Mountain's lightheaded, he's floating, he's somewhere not entirely here anymore, his own thought is the thickness of Dew's cock, the heat coming from him, the points of cool against his hips as Dew fucks him, seemingly finally letting go of whatever restraint he'd had the entire time leading up to now.

"Want it," Mountain slurs, "Fill me up," he mumbles, blindly searching for one of Dew's hands, prying it off of his hip so he can hold it instead, twining their fingers together and gripping Dew's hand tightly as he clenches around his cock.

Dew let's out a punched out sounding groan, his shoulders hunching over Mountain as he fucks into him harder, nails digging into Mountain's hip as he lets out a guttural groan and comes, fucking his hips inwards a few times, as his other hand comes down to jack the rest of his cock.

Mountain makes a sort of content sound, even as the overstimulation starts prickling just below the surface—now that he's come, now that he's coming down, he feels split open in a way that's bordering on unpleasant.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, squeezing Mountain's hand—Mountain must have made some kind of noise, something, because Dew's pulling out suddenly, but the rush of come that follows makes Mountain wish he could get hard again, warm and sticky as it soaks his inner thighs, his ass, the sheets under him.

"Gonna be uncomfortable real soon," Dew says, tries to untangle his hand from Mountain's so he can pull away and go get something to clean them up with but Mountain just grunts and pulls Dew on top of him, high enough that he can hide his face in Dew's throat.

"Don't care. Stay." Mountain says, his voice shaky but firm as he wraps an arm around Dew's waist, "Stay."

Dew laughs, and Mountain can feel it, but he also feel Dew wipe his hand on the sheets beside them, come and lube and sweat, before his somewhat clean hand starts carding through Mountain's hair.

"Yeah, yeah okay." Dew says, fond and happy, "But I'm running a bath for you later."

Mountain just makes a noise of agreement and lets himself float, surrounded in the scent of them.

[sysig]

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