#don’t ask where this came from

[orangekittyenergy]

A kinda eeeh 2 hr sketch of Rolan eating a 🍑. (This was supposed to be a warm up and got out of hand 😅)

Bonus text: He bit down; sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh of the succulent fruit. Juices flowed from the bite, cascading down his chin, dribbling between his fingers even as it rolled across his tongue. A taste so sweet it was almost cloying.

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

Eddie hasn’t said a word to him aside from on calls since Buck told the team the news halfway through their shift. Buck spots him on the weights in silence, he lays awake next to him in the bunks in silence, and come morning he follows him home in silence.

Eddie doesn’t wait for him to enter behind him and Buck has to open the door for himself. He turns the lock and takes a moment to press his hands against the hard wood in front of him. Chris is at school and the silence that follows them into the house is big and suffocating, the space suddenly too small for the two of them.

Buck watches as Eddie moves around, taking his bag and all but dumping its contents into an empty laundry basket. He disappears into his bedroom and returns a few moments later with an armful of dirty clothes. Buck’s eyes follow him as he heads over to the closet housing the washer and dryer. He tracks his movements as he goes through the motions of loading the clothes and then the detergent before taking his time adjusting the settings on the machine. Buck clocks the tension in Eddie’s shoulders, the tick of his jaw as he clenches his teeth.

The closet door clicks shut, muffling the noise of running water. Eddie walks down the hall, his shoulder brushing Buck’s as he passes and Buck’s hand shoots out to grab Eddie’s wrist before he can think better of it. It feels like holding onto an exposed wire.

“Eddie?” he whispers, a shot fired on the street in the middle of a sunny day.

“Hmm?” Three heartbeats thrum against the spot where Buck is touching him before Eddie pulls away and continues down the hallway. Buck takes his acknowledgment and runs with it.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” Buck leans against the kitchen counter and wills Eddie to turn away from the sink and face him. Instead, Eddie turns on the tap and runs his fingers through the stream to test the temperature.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Buck,” he says as he picks up a dish. He hasn’t seen Eddie this closed off since his breakdown and for some reason he feels nothing but shame for it. Buck walks over and grabs a towel. His arm presses against Eddie, a familiar warmth passing between them. It feels like a burn, a brand from the tension surrounding them, pushing the walls in too close. Eddie doesn’t move away. “You already said yes.”

“And you think I shouldn’t have.” It’s not a question but Buck finds himself holding his breath for an answer anyway. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Eddie’s jaw ticks again.

“I think that you haven’t thought about this at all.” Buck doesn’t think that’s fair. He’s done nothing but think about it since Jeremy asked him. “This new philosophy has you just saying yes to anything no matter the consequences.” He practically shoves the plate into Buck’s hands and grabs another. Buck thinks he can see Eddie’s hands shaking beneath the water. “I mean, Jesus Buck, it’s a baby.”

“I wouldn’t be raising it.” He ignores the dull throb in his chest that always follows that thought.

“Exactly!” Eddie turns to face him and Buck finds he can’t look anywhere else. Eddie’s eyes are golden in the light but his gaze can only be described as piercing. “Can you really imagine having a kid out there, your kid, and not being part of their life at all?”

“It wouldn’t be my kid, not really. People do this all the time, Eddie.”

Abruptly, Eddie drops the plate in the sink and turns off the tap with more force than strictly necessary. “I’m not talking about people, Buck, I’m talking about you.” He turns and rests his hip against the sink, arms crossed in front of his chest. Buck continues wiping non-existent water off the first dish. “It would kill you.”

“It wouldn’t,” he says quickly. Too quickly. He sighs, setting down the plate and resting his palms against the counter to steady himself. “You should have heard him. He feels like he’s failing Claire, not being able to give her what she wants.” Buck understands the feeling but he doesn’t tell Eddie that. “If I can help him, help them, then shouldn’t I?”

Eddie’s hand is suddenly on his shoulder, turning him so they’re facing each other. His eyes are sad now and Buck drowns in them a little. “It’s not your job to fix everything. I keep waiting for you to see that.” He takes a step closer, his hand squeezing Buck’s shoulder. Buck’s breath catches as Eddie’s thumb shifts to rest against his collarbone, looking up at Buck through his eyelashes. “You don’t have to keep giving away pieces of yourself and expect nothing in return.”

Buck sits with the words running over and over through his head and he almost misses it. He thinks maybe he imagined it until it happens again a second later. Eddie’s eyes slip down to Buck’s mouth, his tongue appearing for a split second to wet his own lips. The tension surrounding them snaps. Buck is swaying into his space before his brain can catch up.

Eddie takes a step back. His hand slides down Buck’s arm to cup his elbow, keeping contact between them, but the damage has already been done. Buck can’t breathe. Maybe if he doesn’t breathe time will stand still.

“Buck,” Eddie starts but Buck doesn’t let him get any further.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. Something flashes in Eddie’s eyes as he shakes his head but Buck is already moving before he can even begin to wonder what it all means. Buck likes to consider himself a fighter but right now everything in him is screaming at him to flee. “I’m sorry,” he repeats and all but runs from the house.

Fuck.

[captain-shortyyy]

the T in T-rex stands for trans.

🏳️‍⚧️✨🦖Transosaurus-rex🦖✨🏳️‍⚧️

[youngerfrankenstein]

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold

[thesoftestblackguy]

Pfft I ain’t fuckin nobody deep OR long. I got about 3 inches on a good day and round 5 good strokes before I’m tapped out and nuttin all over you. Lemme lone

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

[strangersatellites]

y’all know i’m an “eddie calls steve every pet name under the sun” truther, but tell me why it only occurred to me now that eddie would absolutely call him loverboy

and not even in that sarcastic, goading tone that he has but like…

so soft and so genuine with kisses pressed to his cheek and a quiet “missed you loverboy” and steve’s cheeks flush the prettiest pink

[the-travelling-witch]

just… petting a sleepy tighnari’s head when he just woke up in the morning. he’s yet to properly open his eyes as he does a big stretch™, then just turns to snuggle up closer to you again if that’s even possible

gently combing through his dark hair before lightly scratching the base of his fluffy ears. before he can even realise it, tighnari is craning his head in different directions to get you to scratch different parts as his tail drapes over your legs, a blissful exhale the only thing being heard.

it’s only when you can’t stop the giggles from bubbling over that he fully comes to, ears perking up in alert. little do you know, he’s already planning his revenge for catching him off guard as you boop his nose. but he’s quick to get you back by mercilessly attacking your sides until you’re gasping for air between laughter, begging him to stop tickling you.

tighnari= just a big cat

[senditothemoonn]

🐠 🐱

[indimiart]

meet Fern. she deserves the whole world, and her dads know it well 🫶🏼

(she’s how they discovered Astarion’s original eye color was the loveliest of browns)

[cosmicisbored]

Can I put a leaf on Collins head

[l3viat8an]

What if!!!- Barbatos’ happy trail is like his hair!! It starts out that lighter color and gets darker the lower it goes-

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: fiance's brother!regulus, fem!reader, side of fiance!sirius, cuckolding (i guess.)

¡ marauders masterlist !

regulus tries to conceal the shiver that races up his back, baring his teeth from his spot buried into the vibrating crevice of your neck. you're so tight around him that he pauses, pubic hair tangled with yours and chests heaving against each other in sync.

"get off of her, regulus," sirius grits, seated feet away from the tangled bodies of his betrothed and his little brother. he places a hand atop regulus' flexing shoulder, pushing angrily.

regulus whips his head around, glaring at his brother, breathing against your jaw as you wiggle under him, "get off?" he tsks, "no, i don't think she'd like that very much. would you, darling?" you whine pathetically when he rolls his hips, reaching up to claw at his back, fingers brushing against sirius'.

regulus grips your jaw, leaning in to rub his nose against your cheek, "hm?"

he slows his thrusts, pulling away from you enough to view himself disappearing into you. his fingers slither down your body, trailing the valley between your breasts to your pussy with a gentle touch. you shiver, arching your back as he slits your lips open, angling his hand to rub soft circles into your throbbing nub. "look at how wet she is," he says, thrusting sharply to hear the lewd squelch of your pussy. "such a precious girl, isn't she?"

he pulls out almost entirely, sinking back into your heat slowly, leaving you squirming and lifting your hips to meet his. a high rumbling noise meets his ear as you hug him closer, holding his face into your chest. "do you hear her purring for me, sirius?" regulus taunts, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your heaving chest. "i bet you've never felt this good, have you? he just can't fuck you properly."

sirius pushes against his brother harder, knocking him onto his side. you cry out, "that's enough, regulus. you're vile," sirius seethes, venom in his voice. "immoral."

regulus scoffs, flopping onto his back. his damp curls fall around his warm face, cheeks burning a bright pink as he chuckles, reaching down to pump at his aching, wet cock, "am i?"

sirius fumes at his tone but his next insult dies on his tongue when regulus pats his lap with his free hand, signaling you to climb on top of him. he looks at you wordlessly, disbelief all over his face as you refuse to meet his eyes, claiming your spot on regulus. you sink down slowly and your head lolls back as he fills you fully.

regulus groans, "good girl, darling. good fucking girl." he laughs breathily as you grind your hips, whimpering in desperation. he thrusts upwards, causing you to yelp as he ruts into you, griping the dip of your waist, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.

the crevices and dips of the milky skin of his lean chest fill with salty sweat that sparkles under the light of the moon. his arms flex and the muscles of his neck tense as he tries to control his breathing, letting only deep grunts and groans mingle with the noises of you falling apart above him.

"tell him how i fuck you so well," he murmurs, trailing one of his hands up your arm until it reaches your throat, gently squeezing the side. you close your eyes, breaking the intense eye contact between you and regulus. you shake your head, cinching your brows together as he thrusts harder, faster.

sirius is still speechless, stare flickering from you to his brother. he feels his hand twitch again, aching to push you away from each other, feelings of betrayal, disgust, and disappointment circling in his mind as they had once before.

"open your eyes," regulus grits, pinching your cheeks together and angling your face towards sirius. you reluctantly obey, blinking away the tears that begin to fill your waterline as you stare into his eyes filled with conflicting emotion. "tell him."

[harrywavycurly]

I’m just gonna toss this idea out here because it’s been sitting in my head for too long.

The idea of a marriage pact with Eddie, where if you’re both single by the time you’re 25(because to an 11 year old 25 is old as shit) you two will get married and live happily ever after. Like Eddie went as far as getting you a little plastic ring and said “I’m sure when I’m older I can get you a better one but here, take this for now.” and you did, you happily took the cheap plastic ring and put it on your finger and eventually it found its way around your neck on a chain that also housed one of Eddie’s guitar picks. But that was when you two used to do everything together, before you found yourself packing up your truck a few days after graduation with a hopeful smile as your best friend hugged you goodbye and mumbled something about not forgetting him into the crook of your neck.

You never forgot him, making weekly phone calls and letters keeping each other updated on your lives. He knew about every important event and every heartbreak while you got the inside scoop on all his D&D campaigns and how his band was doing. He knew by the tone of your voice if you were in a good or bad mood while you knew if he sighed as soon as he got on the phone that he call was going to be short due to him being exhausted from the day. The two of you never lost touch, instead you grew closer and feelings started to develop, at least for you.

You still have the silver chain around your neck, the plastic ring a little worse for wear along with Eddie’s guitar pick hidden under your shirt, as you pull into your old driveway. You’re back in Hawkins just in time for your 25th birthday next week. You smile as you close the door to your car and look around, it’s like nothings changed as you spot a familiar head of brown curls leaving the trailer across the street.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You’d know that groan anywhere, having been on the receiving end of that very same sentence a few times over the course of your friendship. You quickly made your way across the street as Eddie popped the hood to his beloved van.

“Told you this thing would be a bigger headache than it’s worth.” You watched Eddie’s whole body freeze as you approached him, his back facing you. You felt like time was moving in slow motion as the screwdriver fell from Eddie’s hand as he turned so he was facing you. His eyes roamed your body as if he wasn’t sure if it was really you or not but when his eyes locked with yours all you could focus on was the smile that took over his face and how much you’d missed it.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked as he took a small step towards you, the smile never leaving his face.

“Do you often dream about your van?” You teased as you took a step closer to him, he laughed and you realized how much you missed hearing that sound in person, hearing it over the phone all these years didn’t do it justice. “Actually don’t answer that.” Eddie just shook his head as he closed the distance between the two of you, allowing there to be a small gap between your two bodies.

“I’ve missed you.” Was all he said before his arms wrapped around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. You instantly relaxed in his hold as your arms snaked around his middle giving him a little squeeze as if to check that he really was here in your arms. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what the hell are you doing back here?” He asked as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes with a raised eyebrow, because once people left Hawkins it wasn’t often they voluntarily came back.

“Well it’s my birthday next week and I was missing home so figured it was the perfect excuse to come for a visit.” You answered as you grabbed at your necklace with one of your hands. Eddie’s eyes followed your hand as you mindlessly messed with the plastic ring and guitar pick hanging off the chain.

“Uh you know I could get you a better one if you want.” You looked at him confused as he removed his arms from around your shoulders. But you felt your heart begin to beat faster as one of his fingers came and messed with the plastic ring.

“Why would I want a better one? This is the pick you played master of puppets with for the very first time.” You knew he didn’t mean the guitar pick but you just wanted to see the smirk on his face as you spoke.

“Okay so the pick is fine but,” You felt him drop your necklace as his thumb pressed to the bottom of your chin so you’d look up at him. If you weren’t used to the Munson charm the look in his eyes would’ve been enough to make you weak in the knees, but lucky for you this wasn’t your first time experiencing this type of look from Eddie. “I’m more worried about the ring.” You reached up and pushed a few wild strands of his hair out of his face making him lean into your touch.

“Well I would like one that at least fits my finger.” You shrug as Eddie smiles as your hand rests on the side of his face.

“I have what?” He looked at his watch and then back to you with a smile. “Four more days to make that happen.” He leans down as your hand moves from the side of his face to rest on his shoulder.

“Think you’re up for it?” He knows what you’re really asking and he just lets out a chuckle as his lips press a kiss to your cheek.

“I was ready to marry you when I was eleven sweetheart.” He answers before kissing the tip of your nose making you giggle. “I’m more than up for it.” And with that his lips are on yours in a kiss that’s been years in the making as your arms slide around his neck and his hands drop to your waist.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Tossing this around in my head. Tag yourself I dare you

[cokowiii]

It’s just so…goofy

Little Journey~~ Next