#blows you kisses

[lumiolivier]

Hey! I figured out mirror selfies!

[f1rewalk-a]

@publicabsent : ❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜

laura's no stranger to saying things she doesn't really mean. she hates herself for it after the fact, the casual cruelty that can slip out of her—but this hadn't been cruel, and it hadn't been false. it's better that i died, she'd said. she hadn't expected nettie (nettie, with those big eyes that remind her of donna, i do love you, laura) to take it so personally. "you don't know what it was like," she says. it comes out sharper than she means, so she reels back her tone as she continues: "if he hadn't killed me, i wouldn't have been myself anymore. i was gone either way."

[spindash]

OH CHAG CHANUKAH SAMEACH!! mutuals i hope you have a wonderful time over the next few days 🫂

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[cahootings]

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

[olasketches]

I can’t contain it anymore guys… I absolutely love uncle sukuna. I am actually obsessed.

[alibonbonn]

Light dragon armor set 

(set bonus: spawns a surprise froggy in your inventory every once in a while).

[spirk-trek]

she is to me what leia's gold bikini was to straight boys

[mataurin]

Fig and the Cig Figs!!!

[cheekylittlepupp]

One of the new aa kisses, the lip bite....I.. I'm not sane about this at all

[20dimensionalchaos]

also this was the coolest fucking moment what

i am LOVING that they gave brennan buttons

[magneticecstasy]

the devil works hard, but the pedro pascal fanfic girlies (gn) work the hardest

[deadwooddross]

Misbegotten....I'm always a little surprised by their faces every time I open the game, they're so much gnarlier than I ever remember

[eupheme]

omg regarding part 2/3 of sugar sugar ABSOLUTELY YES PLEASE your writing is always so lovely🥹can’t tell you how many times i’m gonna be rereading it!!!

hi anon, thank you so much!!! 🥹💖💖 this sweet ask and all the nice responses have had me so excited to write more for them! I've been really working on it, and if I can get my edits/formatting done, I should have part 2 up tonight!

little silly sneak peek below:

Wade doesn’t hear you. His eyes have already dropped, just noticing what you're carrying. A tilt of his head as he peers through the transparent film on top.

“What is that?” His finger pokes the box, and your eyes dip down.

“It’s nothing,” You start - but you know he won’t let it drop, “Well, actually, it’s - I uh, made him a-”

The words peter out lamely, as you hold up the box. Wade’s teeth sink into the side of his lip, as he bites back a cackle.

“Did you seriously bake him a ‘thanks-for-the-sex’ cake?”

You blink, “No!”

A pause, as mortification wells in you.

“Oh my god,” It’s a whisper, as your hand drags across your face, “Oh my god, Wade. I baked him a sex cake.”

You shove at him as he laughs - his hands sneaking beneath your arm to wrestle the box away from you, “Mm, you’ve got it bad, girlfriend. This is pretty embarrassing, real hard to come back from.”

“There was context!” You insist, reaching for it, “Give that to me.”

Wade twists, pivoting away from you, “Oh ho, not a chance, Sugarplum.”

Your forearm presses into his chest as you lunge at him, but it’s all too easy for him to set the box on the cluttered end-table, barring you as he closes the door - trapping you both out in the hallway.

“He earned it, from what I heard,” He chuckles, “And are you really gonna take it away from him?”

[bangchansbackohmygod]

I keep seeing posts about Mingi being one of those “loser in a hot body” types and like it’s the Truth so……

Loser!Mingi specific random thoughts:

-Loser!Mingi who literally starts drooling when you first show him your tits, head so empty that he doesn’t even think to touch them, has to have his hands guided by you to squeeze them as he gasps and stutters

-Loser!Mingi who has no idea how to get you into the mood at first because he switches from 0 to 60 in a second when it comes to being ready to plow, so you have to tie him to the bed and ride his face slowly, explaining the basics of foreplay over and over until his little pea brain can retain it

-Loser!Mingi who thanks you for every orgasm he gives you, showering you in gratitude and breathless kisses as if you just squirted all over his fingers just to be nice, too caught up in how lucky he is to notice that he’s fingerfucked the soul straight out of your body, your brain having lost function about 40 scrapes against your g-spot ago