#ahhhh thank you for sending this in!!

[valeriianz]

Here's a thought for you re: Hob's daydream's affecting Dream.

Hob, it seems, is oral fixated today.

Dream's attention is divided between Hob's mundane chatter about his students, the attention he always saves to the Dreaming, and... the firm press against his lips, against his tongue, nearly reaching the back of his throat in it's vulgar audacity.

Hob's words trail at those moments, he sounds distracted and like he doesn't really notice the way his words repeat, his gaze dropping again and again, fist clenching when Dream swallows.

Dream huffs through his nose, very well, he will indulge him, if he must.

Subtly, he flicks his tongue across his lips, glancing just in time to see Hob frozen, words forgotten, staring intensely.

And there it is, the push against his lips, the persistent request to open his lips and take, take, take. wrote it, sent it, didn't look twice, peace

nsfwish under the cut

Dream’s jaw almost drops with the immediate response that garners him, not from surprise, but because he feels as if he needs to. 

Hob is hot and huge in his mouth, in his projection, stretching him open and reaching further and further. Hob helping himself to Dream like he’s allowed this– brazen, indecent. Dream swallows again, his amusement veering off course, transforming into something selfish and carnal, something Dream realizes might not work out in his favor.

But he can’t help but tease, just a little. Hoping to catch Hob off-guard and subdue him.

“Something the matter?”

Dream’s voice catches both of them by surprise. It’s low rumble sounding smothered, spoken behind closed lips, or muffled around an over-eager cock, as it were.

Hob looks Dream in the eyes, studying them, perhaps realizing that he’d fallen quiet and was staring at Dream’s lips for a fraction of a second too long, too obvious. Friends don’t look at each other’s lips, don’t stutter over their words, and certainly don’t fantasize– Christ, Dream’s knees hitting the hardwood floor and staring up at Hob, as if in worship, in supplication. 

The utter audacity.

“You seem. Distracted.” Dream is proud of how his words remain steady, even as his knees begin to sting and his mouth throbs.

“Do I?” Hob laughs, a tinge of hysteria rolling off it. He finally forces himself to relax, shaking his head, clearing the illusion. Dream’s entire body slumps forward slightly, like he’d been released from a bond that tied him straight and upright.

[thebest-medicine]

very nervously and anxiously sent some of my fics along to my irl long time bestie friend (she knew I had a kink/fic blog but I never specified what about nor sent the blog to her) but finally showed her and like. Most wholesome reaction. Omfg.

We were discussing poly nein and then I sent a few of my fics over like 🙃😅 and she immediately like fuck yes that’s cute

I haven’t told someone outside of the community who had a positive / supportive reaction like this before like shshfjfjfkgk

[yutaslaugh]

YUTASLAUGH'S 5K AND PARKGOWONIE'S 1K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

YAY i can't believe my main reached 5k+ followers and 1k on my sideblog (even though i've barely been active there). thank you everyone and bots <3 to celebrate, i'm taking gif requests for both my blogs ♡ my faves are nct 127, wayv, blackpink, red velvet, and the new loona groups/soloists but feel free to also request for other groups (e.g. svt, riize, sf9, twice) - i will try my best to do all requests!

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[pkmn-downtheline]

I made these memes, I hope you like them!

(P.S:The second one is an old AU meme where some of the fankids work at a café.)

[skitskatdacat63]

Quick question, how old is Seb in the boy king au when they get married, I'm asking because I was rereading the fic & directors cut from September and you said he’s so obsessed with calling Seb little. Is Seb shorter than Nando or is Nando trying to feel a bit taller when actually he is a itty-bitty war criminal kitty? If Seb is shorter but still has time to grow how badly will Nando take it

Hello! This one is much easier to answer than your other one(You're really making me think deeply, thank you 🥺), so I think I can answer this pretty quickly(hopefully)

So you've probably noticed that I don't mention actual years too much which is just bcs the timeline is so vast and I've not decided on a lot 😭. But they basically have the same age gap as modern day, so I'd say they were born in 1681 and 1687 respectively(which matches up well enough with the real world history.) Irl, the war that I'm canon divergencing away from takes place 1701-1714, so stuff regarding when their coronation and marriage happens is somewhere in there. So I'd say Nando becomes king in like, 1705 and then they marry somewhere between then and 1710(when seb ideally becomes emperor??)

So to answer your actual question. Seb is def taller than Nando by the time they get married. But in that ficlet, Fernando is obsessed with calling Seb small because he wants to make himself feel bigger!! It's less about actual height and more about power dynamics. He's belittling him by literally calling him little! And it's also about Nando being older than him. Seb became a king as a boy(hence boy king), whereas Fernando became a king as an adult so he calls him little because he still sees him as that little boy king who is too young to have that amnt of power.

They first met pretty young, not knowing what their future would be like, and didn't really see each other for a while. And so until they meet again, when the marriage plans start happening, their perceptions are: Nando thinks of Seb as some little boy king, and Seb has a childish crush. So it's very odd for Nando to suddenly now meet this kid, all grown up, and he's now taller and even more powerful. So I think Nando still associates Seb with that image in his mind, thus calling him little all the time.

Conclusion: Fernando IS shorter, and he wears heels and calls Seb little all the time as a way to cope

[honorhearted]

TRY + ABIGAIL (cause no one gives her ENOUGH love)

SEND  TRY + A CHARACTER  YOU’D LIKE TO SEE ME ( ATTEMPT ) TO WRITE ! / @annastrxng

It was a cold winter evening, barren and gloomy akin to the graying decay in her chest. As a mere babe, Abigail had been taken -- no, stolen from the pleading arms of her mother, and she'd never been granted the chance to see her face. Throughout her young life, Abigail swore the same would never befall her future children; that she would be there for them, and she would bite, scratch, and claw at whomever dared to endanger their safety.

From the first moment she'd held Cicero in the crook of her arm, whispering the fervent promise of, "It's just you and me, baby," against his downy forehead, there'd been an unshakable bond between them -- one that was forged in blood, and could never be broken. At present, Abigail sat upon her bed, clutching his latest letter to her trembling breast. Tears spilled from her eyes and she swallowed, trying her best to bite back the sob that yearned to break free.

Free...

That was what she was fighting for, wasn't it? Even though Anna insisted this was for the c.olonies, for all of them, in Abigail's heart, it had never been about the same battle as theirs. Her cause was for her boy, for Cicero, and she'd be a damned fool to believe anything of Anna's would ever be hers. They were not the same. They may be the same age, and they grew up in the same home, but her friend would never know the pain of not being able to give her boy the world -- of not owning even the dirt beneath her fingernails, because she was considered nothing, less than, and a bothersome burden.

But it didn't matter. So long as Abigail could see Cicero's vibrant smile, and hear his sweet, endearing laugh that jangled through her heart like wind chimes, she would keep fighting and doing Miss Anna's laundry. She may not believe in this Cause, but her boy did, and wherever he went, she followed -- if not in body, then in spirit.

[angelmichelangelo]

woodyangelo anon back again !

i love so much that woody is a piece of this boring stable human life mikey has always craved. whenever things get too much i like to think he sneaks out of the lair and goes to woody's, to cry and vent or to just have a moment of escapism and feel normal. woody always leaves one window to his apartment slightly ajar so mikey knows there's always someone in his corner no matter how bad things get...

oh absolutely. woody is this safe space that he doesn’t even realise he craves until he meets him :’)

and the thing that ties in nicely in the tmnt franchise is queer stories. it’s about acceptance and found family and loving who you are and that’s just so mikey-coded. on the outside he seems somewhat content with the life he’s been handed. he doesn’t mind being a mutant. but on the inside he wants to be “normal” and have what everyone else around him has…… if that’s not a little queer coded then idk what is….

he learns to love woody and allows woody to love him back :) it’s all very lovely and good and i think that’s why woodyangelo gives me the warm squishies? like. it’s just nice. and happy. and they’re just comfortable together and they remind me of college boyfriends that are destined to be soulmates forever and i just think it’s really nice :3

please always come and cry about these two goobers with me. nobody else will lmao

[trinitywc]

i'm making my way through the great light (currently on chapter 13), but wowowow I had to stop by and say how compelling your writing is and sing my praises for the buildup to the nuclear bomb moment. you really built up this feeling of waiting for the other shoe (or nuke more accurately) to drop and there were so many moments where the silver thorns/silver bird sightings had me at the edge of my seat. and pinefrost! such a great character, she's not a reader insert by any means, and that's so refreshing - she's not immediately relatable, and she doesn't *have* to be, she's effectively a young teenager growing up in a war feud that has preceeded her and that she assumes in all likelihood will succeed her, and that grief over her losses manifests in externalized rage and unstable but intense bonds with the people she does have. She's so unyielding and uncompromising, but because of these traits, is really established as a strong narrative force in the story. In essence, *chefs kiss* love this and can't wait to see where you take this!

oh my god thank you so much!!!! im so glad you like her i was kinda worried people would be a bit confused by her or dislike her. "externalized rage and unstable but intense bonds with the people she does have. She's so unyielding and uncompromising," i love this take on her 100% right shes such a hardhead and we will defo see more of this in TGL3. i hope you enjoy the rest of the story!!

[r0semultiverse]

This is my updated version of my TADC OC. I didn’t check my color palette beforehand. - submitted by @nostalgic-woodwind

Love them!!! You did really great on this OC! Ngl really inspiring me to make my own! 💜 ^w^

[duskerot]

SHES DONE SHES DONE !!

[kailali]

Imagine Yandere Yuta Okkotsu who doesn't understand why darling is scared of him.

Imagine him being all like I am a cute cinnamon bun I can't do no harm. And darling who was there during that whole Geto fight scene just stares at him in disbelief.

Imagine darling continuing to have nightmares of Yuta using Inumaki's curse technique like he did on the centipede curse things.

Yuta loves so deeply, and so desperately, that he cursed his first love. He never meant to - and for the longest time, he didn't know that he had.

He'll never make that mistake again. But he couldn't protect Rika - and he's not going to make that mistake with you either. He knows all too well how terrifying and dangerous the world really is - all he's doing is protecting the one he loves.

Okkotsu Yuta wouldn't hurt a fly without cause - so of course he would never hurt the person he loves most.

He's protecting you. Protecting you from death. Protecting you from injury. Protecting you from heartbreak.

Yuta will do whatever it takes to protect you. He understands that.

So why don't you?

It's only natural that you'd have nightmares after all the horrors you've been exposed to - but Yuta protected you every time.

So why are you so wary of him? Why is it his name that you're whimpering when the nightmares take hold?

Yes... Okkotsu Yuta loves you, and he will do whatever it takes to protect you... whether you want him to or not.

[flockrest]

ordinary monsters / accepting / @gloryseized ( Link )

     The stars-damned thing is, it'd been his idea.

     With his health improved to an extent where not even the flock's healer or apothecary could honestly say anything against him finally picking up his bow again, Revali returned to aerial archery with the alacrity of someone starved to near death of it. Working to realign his skill with his ken was fulfilling, if also frustrating — in no small part due to those same worrywarts. They couldn't convince him to allow his abilities to languish any longer, but they could certainly convince any willing warrior to decline his requests for bouts with the maddening supposition that he had anything left to recover from.

     Well, any willing Rito warrior.

     He dives at Link, anticipating the shield that rises to meet his talons and rebounding off it with a force that carries him back to the skies and shoves his rival into a stagger. Revali's behind him now, in prime position to strike when he's exposed and busy steadying himself. As he nocks a trio of arrows and aims, the thought flits into place with the lightness of a passing breeze, tinged with a satisfaction found only in the flow of battle — even with the stakes as low as a spar's: he can't miss.

     Then it lingers.

     He can't miss.

     He can't miss.

     A sudden desperation sprouts in his chest, in tandem with the burning that flares in his left side where lesions old-and-new lay. His breath snags somewhere in the depths of his lungs, his heart — already quickened by exertion — pounding a nigh agonised rhythm as the Windlines tear out from his grasp. Faced with the abrupt dread that he's stalled for too long; a certainty he feels in his bones that he's going to be shot down any second now; a memory his body, for all its age, can't forget despite his efforts in restoring it to this point, in building up the strength to simply draw his own bow again, despite everything—

     He doesn't miss — only because he doesn't fire.

     He has the wherewithal, at least, to ensure he doesn't fall flat on his tailfeathers ( or worse, his beak ). But the damage to his pride is done: as soon as he lands, hunched and left leg threatening to buckle completely as though still rent from wounds dealt a century ago, Link is approaching with an expression he wishes he couldn't see.

     "Unless," Revali grits out, remiges still clenched around a strung bow. He latches onto the indignation of being pitied, forcing words where his breaths continue to elude him, "you're coming to strike me down, step no closer."

     In another time, something like that might've been enough to have the Hylian withdrawing. Here, it merely keeps him at bay. It does not stop Link from sheathing his equipment or poising his hands to speak, and Revali — in a move he immediately feels a sharp sting of regret for — turns his head away with shut eyes. It's horrifyingly juvenile.

     He pushes through an inhale, then another, before he's blinking his eyes back open and slowly straightening. The weight of humiliation, coated with an additional layer of self-contempt, sits on his back like newly scored scars. Whatever Link said or didn't say, his saving grace is that he seems to understand just how poorly it'd be received; his hands have dropped into rest by his sides.

     That blasted expression hasn't left his face, though.

     "Enough," Revali snaps, with such venom that his shoulders heave. A grievous mistake: his wingtips, alarmingly, lose their hold on the arrows he failed to release. He twitches — and refuses to look at them as they clatter to the ground, as if ignoring a pathetic blunder of those proportions is possible. "I'm fine."

     Silence. Nothing. It's exactly what he hoped for and exactly what makes the feathers by his neck bristle. He opens his beak, another snarl swelling in his throat, but Link's hands suddenly lift.

<< Your wings are shaking. >>

     Revali pauses.

     His instinctive response is one of denial. It's also one that would only prove Link's point. He clacks his beak closed, gnashing on an inability to say otherwise, because the trembling — even as he tightens his grip on his bow and rolls the pinions of his other wing into something like a fist — doesn't stop.

     It doesn't stop.

     "—A miscalculation," he says, brushing the unwelcome observation, the entire debacle, aside with half of an unwanted truth. He pitches his voice louder, firmer, an attempt at distracting. "It's been, as you know, a while. You will have to bear with my recovery — or is that beneath you?"

     ( Still, it doesn't stop. )

[lockedfighter]

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐           @fcrir being the sweetest to the bday girl . ♡ ₊˚ˑ༄ ↳ ❛❛   soooo  I've  been  holding  on  to  these  for  a  while  ...  ❜❜  he  says  casually,  a  shrug  of  the  shoulders  follows  to  emphasis  a  sense  of  normalcy.  Indeed,  he  had  gotten  her  those  some  time  ago,  while  on  the  road  to  deliver  this  and  that.  It  looked  something  right  up  her  alley  ...  he  just  didn't  know  when  to  give  it  to  her,  but  it  seems  he  waited  long  enough  for  the  perfect  opportunity.  He  offered  a  box,  within  it  a  new  pair  of  fighting  gloves,  he  was  no  boxer,  but  he  knows  good  material  when  he  sees  it.  ❛❛  Should  fit,  let  me  know  either  way,  happy  birthday  !  ❜❜  //  HAPPY  BIRTH  TEEFS  ♡♡

༊⋆｡˚                                  his  words  snapped  her  from  her  reverie  of  cleaning  down  the  bar  —-  a  mundane  task  but  one  she  had  to  do  every  single  day  in  preparation  .  even  on  her  birthday  .  perhaps  not  ideal  ,  but  she  was  unable  to  take  the  day  off  ;  the  loss  of  gil  would  be  crippling  .  noting  zack  stood  there  looking  as  casual  as  ever  before  he  offered  her  the  box  made  her  smile    so  bright  ;  he  remembered  .  oh  ,  but  he  shouldn’t  have  ?   

placing  the  cloth  down  ,  she  headed  over  to  him  before  retrieving    the  box  .  small  gasp  emanating  when  she  opened  it  up  —-  hadn’t  been  able  to  box  for  some  time  now  due  to  her  own  gloves  been  torn  to  shreds  and  her  punch  bag  had  certainly  seen  better  days  .  ❛  zack  ,  these  must  have  cost  quite  a  lot  ..    ❜  panicked  eyes  flashed  upward  to  him  ,  she  was  so  grateful    but  didn’t  want  him  wasting  his  gil  on  the  likes  of  her  .  ❛  they’re  top  of  the  range  !!  ❜ 

slipping  one  on  ,  adjusting  the  straps  around  her  wrist  to  tighten  it  —-  the  fit  snug  but  comforting  .  exactly  what  she  needed  to  get  back  into  training  once  more  .  with  the  glove  still  on  ,  she  leapt  over  to  him  wrapping  her  arms  around  his  neck  in  an  excitable  embrace  .  ❛  thank  you  so  much  .  it’s  so  thoughtful  .  i  can  practice  again  .  ❜  pulling  away  ,  she  raised  a  brow  —-  there  was  still  a  few  more  hours  until  opening  the  bar  ..  ❛  why  don’t  we  go  celebrate  ?  ❜

[thatslytherinbitch54]

you're literally one of the nicest people ik oml if anyone says anything otherwise i'll find their address and sit them down for a 'nice' talk

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU’RE SO SWEET!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS AMOUNT OF LOVE!?!?! THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU TOO ANON!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

[moonchildstyles]

a one shot of going on a blind date with Harry would be so so so yum omg!! maybe they have a mutual friend who sets them up

oooooh I can see that maybe!!! im really bad at writing dates but I do like the idea of like a bestie playing match maker!!!!

[lunargrapejuice]

your man, luna ♡

(istfg if the link won't work 💀)

DILUC 🫠❤️❤️❤️ he always has me so -