#finally something not from drafts!

[robo-writing]

Cockwarming with Logan is one of those ideas that sound good on paper, but could never work in reality. Listen up, and I’ll tell you why. (18+)

The heat of you enveloping him is nirvana itself, your hands on his body sending him to cloud nine. They linger on his chest, pawing, caressing, blazing a trail from his collarbone to his face, nails burying themselves into the darkened locks as you stare at him with nothing short of pure adoration.

“Feel good?” You ask, and he’s so drunk off you that he can only bring himself to nod, breath hitching when your hips circle themselves in his lap. Your laughter is nothing short of melodic, pressing yourself into the broad length of his chest.

He feels everything like this—the heat of your nude body against his, the scent of your body wash, your shaky breaths—every sense on overdrive. It’s there you sit, unmoving, unwavering, every movement causing your pussy to clench around him, and in turn, makes his chest rumble appreciatively.

“Should listen to you more often,” Logan mumbles, biting his lip at the feeling of you nibbling at his neck. “Just full of bright ideas, ain’tcha?”

“Full of a lot of things,” you sigh, and the sound makes his cock twitch.

But, there’s something missing.

Your quiet whimpers, your doe eyes staring at him from above—the way your pussy clenches in response to every touch, pulsing around his cock—it’s good, but it’s not enough.

Tugging at him, an itch he can’t scratch, it gnaws away at his mind until he finds himself searching for more, and the realization hits him like a wave.

It’s patience he lacks, an epiphany that has his lips curling into a smirk. It’s a lesson soon learned when his fingers dig into your hips and lift, surprise evident on your face. His downfall, as with most things, is his lack of patience. When it comes to you, he could even go as far to call it greed.

“Logan?” You ask, not a word given in response. His palms run up your back, large digits squeezing at your flesh, and yet the feeling does little to settle the sudden flare of nerves that build in your core. The calm before the storm, the impending sense of doom, women’s intuition—or maybe it’s because you’ve become intimately familiar with the devious smile that spreads across Logan’s face.

“Logan? What are you—“

You’re soon cut short, interrupted by the feeling of him slamming you back onto his cock, your short gasp making ego soar to new heights.

“Sorry doll, change of plans,” he grunts, bouncing you on his lap without a care in the world. The sudden change of pace has you scrambling for purchase, hands clamoring around his neck as you struggle to keep up.

“Logan, wait—ohmygod—“ you whine, and the sound is like music to his ears. His attempt at soothing your worries is his hand sliding across your ass, the sharp sting of it making you jump, but lucky for you Logan’s there to pull you back onto his cock.

Up, down, up, down. A constant rhythm that finally satiates the beast within him, the dull thud of skin on skin enough to have him melting into his chair, a wave of content spreading through every vein of his body. In contrast, you feel your own becoming more tense by the second; toes curling, breath caught in your throat, an incomprehensible string of noises leaving your lips as Logan watches with bated breath.

He tuts at you, the sound nothing short of mocking. “No runnin’ away sweetheart, this was your idea.”

“Not like this,” you moan, hiding yourself in his neck. “Wanted to relax…”

Your voice trails off, unable to speak when Logan’s practically fucking every rational thought from your head. Slowly but surely, any idea of protest is drowned out by the heat that burns inside of you, a dull ember that builds into a blaze, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Logan or his cock grinding inside you.

You can hear his laughter bellowing deep within his chest, amused at your brainless state, right before he quickens his pace. “Trust me sweetheart, I’m real fuckin’ relaxed right now.”

[hurkules]

One summer afternoon,

The two of you find yourselves in the living room with only your sweet hums and his slow, steady breaths filling the air. Your fingers run through Jason’s hair as he doses off in your lap. He intended to only rest his eyes for a minute but nearly an hour had passed.

“It’s your fault,” he grumbled when he finally came to. A slow smile creeps on his face as he sits up to kiss you.

“You needed the rest. You can go back to sleep. I’ll be here.” You caress his cheek and kiss him back

“Mmh,” he moans into the kiss. “You’re spoiling me.” He laces your fingers together and put his head to yours. “You’re too sweet.”

“Go back to sleep.” You nudge your head gently against his.

He chuckles as he goes for your neck. “And if I don’t want to?” A soft kiss. “Maybe I want to be awake with you.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.” You find your way into his hair and gently tug him away from you. “Sleep.”

“Careful,” he murmurs as he settles back down to follow your orders. Once he’s comfortable, you restart your humming and start your fingers to work.

“Too sweet,” he whispers as he drifts off. “I don’t deserve that.”

[crystallizsch]

“Through all life’s sorrows and delight I’ll keep your laugh inside me.”

a companion to this i guess??? help??? i was thinking about them reminiscing about past memories-

+ i had how to train your dragon feels when i drew this,,, specifically bc of this song with hiccup's parents (i referenced the pose from the video <3)

[daylighteclipsed]

Absolutely love how Cloud spends the second half of this quest messing with Tifa.

Like he clearly keeps bringing up Fluffy’s name because it’s funny to him and he knows Tifa doesn’t like it. He’s teasing her. Then he nominates Tifa to play the piano for strangers, and he’s not even expecting her to perform well lmao

He’s so funny for this. He’s the reason she’s in this position.

This is literally what Cloud says if you play the piano decently as Tifa:

He’s having a grand ol time teasing her. I love it

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[daigowithagun]

This is 100% reals I swears 🥺

I got inspired by that one Luffy & Zoro meme

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

Marty McFly + 5 songs that I associate with him:

"I Can Survive" by Triumph "Never Give Up" by Sammy Hagar "Finally Found A Home" by Huey Lewis & The News "Summer of '69" by Bryan Adams "I Wanna Go Back" by Eddie Money

[jaggybot3000]

mind cries guys trust, his ego is so big he will cry whenever its even slightly bruised but his ego also hates when other people see him cry, he gets super embarrassed so he does all he can to avoid crying in front of others, such as fleeing to the nearest corner of privacy to shed tears all alone lest anyone see him as weak or feeble like his pathetic heart, saying shit like fuck my stupid baka chungus life the entire time

[dent-de-leon]

can you imagine being Essek and watching this tiefling on a total power trip turn into a 10 feet tall--incredibly ripped??--god and kill the boy you're catching feelings for?? And brand you with some kind of evil cursed hivemind magic you're worried might corrupt you forever?? This thing that your friends swear was once family, but all you see is something monstrous and otherworldly and tearing himself apart at the seams, screaming when all their loved ones call out to him??

Just. the way it must have felt to see Lucien go from that to. Just the most sweet and affectionate little tiefling. Gentle and curious and so full of joy and wonder. He's got the brightest smile and warm eyes and this mischievous playfulness. He runs off at first--startled, scared. But then once he's calmed, the first real word he says other than Empty is Love. And right after that he calls out for his Magician, for this man who did everything he could to save him, held him close and kissed him so tenderly on the forehead--

And Caleb throws his arms around Essek and Veth and just watches the Nein all descend on Tealeaf and embrace him amidst laughter and tears and Molly's starting to smile again and Caleb's so so happy just to see him finally alive and.

In that moment, Essek understands why they came all this way--

[charmfamily]

Procrastinating doing more building for Chapter 2 by doing Main Boy makeovers in my 2025 Save instead. Advertising Agent Akira Kibo, Photographer Damien Charm, Writer Ethan Landgraab Elliott, and Dr. Kyle Kyleson.

[panncakes]

devotion

/dĭ-vō′shən/

noun

1. Ardent, often selfless affection and dedication, as to a person or principle. 2. Religious ardor or zeal; piety. 3. An act of religious observance or prayer, especially when private.

[sneeb-canons]

Headcanon #500:

Mind is afraid that when he distances himself from or above the others, that he will be too far gone to come back down. That when his paranoia gets the best of him, he'll shut everyone else out and then be completely alone with no way back to where he was before.

Heart is afraid that if Mind is right, with the idea that what he does isn't genuine, that he's being manipulative without realizing it. Then therefore being Whole without himself there is the better option. That he'd be thrown out because his ideas would then be "not worth it" or even "vile"

Soul is afraid that no matter what he does or how good things will be, they'll always eventually split up again or even end up worse. Even then he has no clue what he's supposed to do or be during everything, and so because of that he'll never be whole. Or worse that he'll never really "feel" whole.

[hers-underwraps]

Just wanted to make a post to say that I don't plan on being active in this fandom anymore.

I started posting in this fandom because I saw a problem, and I wanted to fix that. There was a severe underappreciation and negligence towards certain characters and aspects of the show which seemed unjust to leave untouched. I wanted people to full appreciate everything this show had offered and what it meant to me. I really wanted change.

However, as time went on, the more I stayed, the more I realised that was just wishful thinking. These days, I swear I'm just screaming at a brick wall. I'm trying petition for certain characters/AnB, and people simply do not care. Although I guess that was foolish on my part because I'm trying to change a group of people who are effectively incapable of it. Change is a good thing, and if that's something people in this fandom are unable to do, then I don't want to be part of it.

Hatred was a problem in this fandom when I came into the fandom, and it still is now. People taking things that other people put genuine time and passion into and using it in inappropriate ways that OBVIOUSLY don't sit right with the creators was a problem then and still is now. People destroying the love of this show for others was a problem then and is still a problem now. This fandom only caters to certain type of fans, and judging by the cycle, I really do not think it has the capacity to change.

I'll still answer Octonauts-related asks, and I might post a whim-of-the-moment thing when I feel like it, but I don't want to dedicate any more time and energy to this fandom because it's genuinely become joyless.

I'd prefer to just protect my peace.

-> AJ

[cakeemoji]

stupid thing i picked up on is how jarring the difference is between the eng / tw(+ the other servers?) translations for rinne's 'clothes shopping for the es xmas party' lines are,

twstars ; "This sort of style might suit us well, right?"

engstars ; "Think I'd totally slay wearing this?"

i can understand it being used as a funny sort of moment given the terminology, but it also twists the context (a little).

in the taiwanese translation, it includes the player/producer in the scenario; the underlying suggestion of rinne wanting to match fashion styles with you. an "us."

the english translation extracts the "we" from rinne's statement and replaces it with him asking for your opinion, wanting to hear what you have to say (a yes, preferably?) and vocalizing how he might rock whatever it is he's referring to. it sheds light on him instead.

it's probably not that big of a deal, i just wanted to put this out there as a silly little observation since the two translations provide different contexts + changes the set atmosphere. i suppose they're both charming in their own ways but engstars is just. meh. to me =x=)b

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

the thing is (isay as if i was in the middle of a conversation) chips and ice cream makes it really very understandable if football was like, an entity in the mirror that only bmo was cognizant of. like if anyone is going to recognize that their reflection is an alive little girl and not just a reflection it is bmo

[glitteredbubbles]

Spent over an hour making a super long post of all of my fav movie scores which no one would care about instead of doing my homework