#finally making progress

[libraryfag]

yeah of course i know what gay sex is. its when he takes you upstairs and shows you his big portrait- a manifestation of his soul which was once pure and innocent but is now decrepit and rotting from his hedonistic lifestyle. and then he inserts his knife into your skull as you bleed out

[ennawrite]

oh Balekin…i will see you in hell.

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks to all my loves for the tags @monsterrae1 @alyxmastershipper @wh0re-behavi0r @transbuck @spotsandsocks @buddierights @betty-boom @heartbeatdiaz 🩵

—my brain decided to work today and i’ve actually gotten a decent bit done! here’s more from teen!buddie 😌

Like Buck had, Eddie took the other boy’s hand and guided it to his crotch, giving a nod of his head. Buck fumbled a little more than Eddie had, something about it all too endearing. Buck was usually the cocky one, so it was nice for Eddie to see he was nervous too.

Eddie made to help him, willing Buck to look at him once his pants were undone.

“Hey, you ok?”

Buck gave one of his adorable confused looks.

“I’m fine Eds.”

“It’s ok if you’re not, I mean, if you’re nervous, that’s ok.”

Buck bit at his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Are-are you nervous?”

Eddie gave a simple nod of his head.

 “Yea Buck, I am. I—” Eddie paused before letting himself be vulnerable. “I’ve never done this before.”

Buck was silent for a moment, Eddie all but seeing the wheels spinning inside of him. Buck’s fingers snaked their way up under his shirt, fingers brushing softly against his sides.

“I’ve um, I’ve never done this either, not um…not with someone I really cared about.”

Oh.

“But I kind of like you,” Buck said, a little teasing, but still nervous. Eddie pressed himself back to Buck, kissing him softly. “Good. I sort of like you too.”

They didn’t do much talking after that.

tagging: @redlightsandicedtea @honestlydarkprincess @eddiesbicowboy @jacksadventuresinwriting @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @prince-buck-diaz

[abiding-artist]

I briefly forgot how to draw hands but we’re good now

[hischierswhore]

1.5k wc so far on my nico fic!!!!

[damagedyetrepairable]

Last night was a challenge for me. I've never rodded a main sewer line without my driver around. But, I ended up in a position where I was the person on site with the most experience, even though it wasn't much. Challenge overcome with successful results.

Today was my 2nd time out without my driver. I'm glad that I've learned so much from him, it's made me into the worker that I am now. Every job I did had successful results in a timely manner. I'm proud of my accomplishments and the strides I've made to do how I'm doin

[kennys-parka-jacket]

The bathroom and bedroom are now blood free

[salamispots]

speedrunning a bday gift for bb nephew hjdfgjh

[schnazzywizzardsyndrome]

Something about a wallet full of cash makes me wanna shake my ass

[technically-human]

Valentine's Day!!

The boys finally get a happy moment after going through the canon events

This was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are so thank them for the cuteness!

The bonus is completely my fault though:

[vulturevanity]

Molly finds a dead body (preview)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[bookshelf-in-progress]

A Father's Heart: A Beauty and the Beast Retelling

For the Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge at @inklings-challenge

Let me tell you, I sure confused that Beast when I returned. Have you ever seen a cat pounce on its own tail? That was the look of confusion the Beast had when he saw me in his palace. Only this cat was enormous—standing seven feet tall on his hind legs—black as soot, with claws this long, and a mouth full of teeth like butcher knives.

"Where is your daughter?" he asked me. Yes, that's what he sounded like—all deep and raspy, like he was growling and purring beneath his words.

"At home," I said.

"You did not bring her?"

“You told me,” I told him, "that I could return to be devoured or send her to take my place. I returned.”

"She did not wish to save you?"

“I never told her. Do you think I could lay that kind of burden upon my own daughter? What sort of father do you take me for?”

He had taken me for a cowardly one, I guess, because it took me a long time to convince him that my daughters were all safely at home, and I didn't plan to fetch any of them. He didn't seem to know what to do with me after that. He wasn't as bloodthirsty as I'd have expected someone with that many teeth to be.

"You will be my guest," he said at last—and he didn't seem too glad about saying it. No doubt he'd have preferred a pretty young girl as a houseguest to a weathered old sailor. But he gave me run of the place—I could help myself to anything, go anywhere I pleased. I didn't understand it. He'd been ready to kill me for a rose, and now he was giving me everything in the house?

I wasn't about to complain, though, so I set about to enjoy the place. The Beast encouraged me to enjoy the luxuries of the palace, but I've always been a working man—I didn't fancy living the life of an idle aristocrat. Before the week was out, I was working in the gardens—the place was overgrown like you wouldn't believe. When I wanted a rest, I'd explore the castle, and boy, was there plenty to see. He had rooms upon rooms of treasures—paintings, silks, wines, musical instruments, even an entire room full of exotic birds! I'd made my living selling such things, and my head swam at the sight of it—a tenth of it would have been worth more than all the riches I could have transported in ten lifetimes.

I didn't make my fortune by having dull wits, and I didn't lose it for lack of courage, so it wasn't long before I began to piece together the truth of this place and confronted the Beast with it.

"How long have you been cursed, your highness?" I asked him one evening at supper.

That great big cat was so shocked he knocked a wine bottle off the table. "Who says I am cursed?"

"Blazes, man, I'm not blind! This palace is worth more than most of the kingdoms of the world put together. If there was a king out there this rich, you can bet every merchant in the world would know of him. He'd have destroyed the world's economy. Fairy magic's the only way you get a horde like this, but you, sir, are no fairy."

Now the Beast seemed intrigued. "How do you know that?"

"A fairy would never have let me live—if he promised to kill me, he'd have killed me. No mercy among their kind. Only a human could have changed his mind like that—for which I'm very grateful, by the way."

"You're welcome," he said, seeming dazed.

I went on, "You're definitely more than a dumb beast; you walk and talk and dress like a man, so it stands to reason you were a man once—that furry coat of yours is just some fairy shell. Same way all these riches are probably just dirt and ashes once you take away the magic. Which means you must have run afoul of a fairy sometime in your past, who decided to curse you with an animal body and then trap you in a palace full of false riches."

I looked at the furnishings, the food, the Beast's clothes—everything spoke of royalty. "Fairies always meddle with royals, so you must have been a prince. The seventh son of the king of Gher went missing just before I went on my last voyage, so I'd wager that he is you. Am I right?"

The Beast goggled. "I…can't say."

"Which means I'm right. No fairy worth his salt would let you say you were cursed. Which means all I have to do is figure out how to break it. Those fairies always give you a way out—the more improbable the better."

I came around to his side of the table so I could walk around him and examine him from all angles. "You were disappointed when I came—you wanted one of my daughters, not me. When I did come, you didn't seem too keen on killling me—which makes me think it was an empty threat, trying to convince me to send my daughter instead. Which means she must be the way to break the curse. What can she do that I can't? Easy—true love. No fairy would think a girl could love a hulking monster like you, so that would be their impossible way to break the curse. You needed, what—true love? Marriage?"

"I can't say," the Beast said, but I knew by his face that I'd hit upon the right answer.

"That makes things simple. You let me out once before. Let me go home again and fetch one of my girls, tell her there's a prince waiting for her, and bring her back to join you in wedded bliss."

He seemed genuinely horrified by that. "I…can't say."

"Oh, of course. It won't count if she knows you're a prince. Well, I'll leave that part out. Tell her that the Beast who spared my life is in need of more company. With a bit of time and a bit of encouragement from her old dad, we'll have you back in human form by Christmas."

He thought it was worth a try, and something he could arrange with the conditions of his curse. So I went home to my children, convinced my sons not to follow me to slay the Beast, and made the castle sound intriguing enough that all three of my girls agreed to join me. I thought that maybe Hope would be the one to break the curse—she's always been the boldest of my girls—but it turned out that my quiet, gentle Beauty brought out the soft side of the Beast. It was the cutest thing you ever saw, the way they'd sit together reading in the rose gardens, that great big cat as shy as a schoolboy with her.

It wasn't three weeks before the Beast worked up the courage to propose—and my Beauty accepted without hesitation. Then there was blinding light and earthquakes, and when the dust cleared, the palace was gone. We were standing in a clearing in the woods—and a black-haired prince stood where the black-haired Beast had once been.

He's an excellent boy—I'll be proud to call him a son. He doesn't mind at all that his bride's the daughter of a failed merchant or that she once worked on a farm. We'll all be moving to his palace across the sea to live as honored members of the family.

Which is why we're moving out on such short notice—his highness doesn't want to be away from his kingdom any longer than he has to. I'm sure you'll find someone else to take the old place off your hands.

No, you don't have to believe me, but it's much better if you do. You'll look much less like a fool once it comes out that it's all true.

[akanemnon]

Please... they're so tired.

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[aquanutart]

desert flygon

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

baby :(