tumbletot

[genderqueer-karma]

by the way. Ouch.

[fun-esta]

[cacaocheri]

desperate for a deeper connection

[bellamyblake]

[fishareglorious]

i do a light chuckle once i remember hofmann and semmelweis are friends but then i remember semmelweis and marcus' suitcase interaction where they talk about her and i am once again inconsolable about this old woman's death

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[tapeworrmart]

Angry and scruffy

[pluvio-floret]

..Nothing at all?

[bogkeep]

just tried to be kind

[dysfunctionalcreature]

hey has anyone drawn Falin (specifically Chimera Falin) as a Luzon Bleeding-Heart Dove? because if not, I feel like that's a major missed opportunity

like it's literally the "corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures" meme

[o-wyrmlight]

Y'all ever think about how Harry would describe his own skills? Since in canon, they're never referred to directly by their names. Here's some random thoughts:

Intellect

Logic: Common Sense; Puzzlehead; The One Who Draws My Conclusions

Encyclopedia: The Book Brain; The Worldy University; The Footnotes In My Mind

Rhetoric: Nuance; Goldenmouth; The One Who Speaks In Gold

Drama: The Thespian; The Muse; The Method Actor

Conceptualization: The Wordsmith; The Textured Brush; The Hand Which Writes My Poetry

Visual Calculus: The Numbers; The Calculator; The Mathematician

Psyche

Volition: The Crown; The King; The Lord Of My Impulse

Inland Empire: The Dreamer; Inland Empire; The Root Of My Psyche

Empathy: The Bleeding Heart; The Lover; The One Who Resonates With Others

Authority: The Captain; Toxic Masculinity; Make Papa Proud

Esprit de Corps: The Bröderbond; The Blue Radio Static; The Spirit Of Mine Loyalty

Suggestion: The Tempter; The Planted Seed; The One Who Plays Along

Physique

Endurance: The Heart; The Lungs; Determination Made Flesh

Pain Threshold: My Punctured Flesh; My Mental Anguish; Know Thy Limits

Physical Instrument: The Coach; The Throne; The Instrument Of My Body

Electrochemistry: The Urge; The Impulse; My Starving Dopamine Receptors

Shivers: The Beloved City; The Streets; La Revacholiere In Her Entirety

Half Light: The Fight; The Flight; The Impulse To Survive

Motorics

Hand/Eye Coordination: The Aim; The Trigger; That Which Holds My Hand Steady

Perception: My Eyes; My Nose; That Which Lets Me See The World At Its Most Fundamental

Reaction Speed: Reaction Without Thought; The Hastened Instinct; The Pen That Drops From My Desk—I Catch It Before It Falls

Savoir Faire: My Style; My Disco; That Which Guides My Feet. Savvy.

Interfacing: My Hands; My Mechanical Desires; That Which Makes Me Tinker

Composure: My Spine; My Level Head; Face It Like A Champion

The Sum Of My Parts

Ancient Reptilian Brain: The Ancient Dread

Limbic System: The Primal Instinct

[arabella-strange]

I’m weird and dumb but boy it makes me so bittersweetly satisfied to know that they ALL are fully vividly viscerally recalling what it was like the first time they (as Vax and the girls) went to the Raven’s Crest temple and he swam in blood. like the fact that that lives rent-free in their heads makes me feel appeased (since it lives ever rent-freer in mine)

[sicc-nasti]

Lil Pootis gets introduced to a new friend!! Courier Dove (Edit: The Coorier!) reporting for duty! He LOVES his job, snacks and stamps!!!!

His job and snacking might overlap sometimes,,,,Sorry Lil Pootis.

[sleepyblr-heart]

the culmination of 10~ hours of work. a GUY

also the failures

[taeraekims]

LOVE OR DIE 2024 CRAVITY

[spaciebabie]

You look back after a moment and give a slight smile, reaching your hand up to Springtrap’s face. There’s clicking within his body as his eyes snap to your approaching hand, searching it as he straightens in uncertainty. Your hand still reaches his chin, however, and his look suddenly softens. He peers away from you at the floor as, with a mechanical shift, his body relaxes a bit, his face pressing ever so slightly more into your hand.

The rims along the underside of the suit pieces were the most damaged with time. The hairs that were there were short, but the wear created a smoother grain, a more silken-suede feel than any bare spots on the rest of the suit. The rim of his chin gradually shifted from the normal synthetic furred texture at the edges of the jaw to this smoother feel at the the center, which made it nice to pass up and down.

You look up from where you had been tracing his face to see his eyes lightly close. Your movement slows for a few more brushes from the outside in until falling still at the point of his chin. You hold your hand there, your thumb shifting up to rub below his lip.

It remains until you give a weighted breath, and it begins to drop.

“Wait,” he quickly starts as his eyes click open, one hand suddenly moving up to your arm. It hovers there for a moment, seeming hesitant to grab your wrist, before steadily settling further down your arm, each finger lightly placed after the other. “Can you… leave it there?”

There’s a second of silence as your eyes meet his tired gaze. You look back at his chin as you slowly reach up to his face once again.

His heavy head moves to meet you this time, forcing your hand down a bit, his eyes closing tightly now and his ears making a light “clink” as they droop. You move your other arm up and cup his face in both palms. His one hand shifts up towards your wrist, the second gently wrapping around your other wrist. He gradually tilts his head down, pressing further. His eyes open to a slit for a moment before slowly closing again.

His comforted sigh rumbles through your hands.

-heartbeat anon I will remain anon :)c

SCREAMS YOUKK JHFIUFKFKETHER FUCKLDILFNKER UI KNOW WHO YOY ARE!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN SMELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HYOUOUOUOYOUOYOUOYOYOYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

*coughs* @skeletoninthemelonland hey bro this is so cool check this out