#hello ! thanks for the ask !

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 126

You know what would be hilarious? 

Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 

The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 

Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 

[hellsitegenetics]

not an ask, really, just a happy comment that i love this blog. every time i see it come up, it feels like some sort of “spin the wheel, win a prize” and i wait to see what creature the prize is this time.

oh look! you got a moth!

oooo, nice! you scored a bird species!

String identified: t a a, a, t a a ct tat t g. t t c , t t “ t , a ” a at t at cat t t t.

! gt a t!

, c! c a c!

Closest match: Hoplodrina ambigua genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Vine's Rustic

(image source)

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[ask-thesparedau]

ITS BEEN SO LONG!!!

If you didn’t know, I have been on an impromptu hiatus for a little less than a year now. It started out as me extending my comic dates and ended up being a massive break.

Despite this, many of you still waited for me! Giving me frequent asks and commenting on my posts, which I am endlessly thankful for.

I would be lying if I said there was a specific reason behind my disappearance, but it wasn’t for nothing!

I was getting more and more discouraged with my own work. Although pretty easy to do, I didn’t feel confident in my ability to stay true to the book and its characters. A lot of JTTW is interpretational, so I failed to understand certain nuisances present without cultural context.

So in my break I took the time to actually work on getting more involved with the culture!

I decided to take a Chinese Language course! Then with the encouragement of my professor, joined their Chinese club. Many of my assignments involved cultural engagement, which I also attended to make some new friends.

Eventually my professor recommended me for a scholarship opportunity, which takes place in Shanghai! (上海）

I will be going in June

Thank you all for your patience <3

Now that I am a bit more confident, i will be returning to this blog. There may be some upcoming changes though, so watch out for those!

[whalefill]

asking real niceys to see ur bilbo baggins design… gobless love ur art forwver

ok i got a few asks about it so heres my brief collection since u were all so niceys. thorin + bilbo + my horrid obsession with old men

[yeosin-n]

what if... i made little fish shaped chocolates for Naut 🥺

"let me thank you properly later.. ‘kay..?"

i liked my lines hehe

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[scholastic-dragon]

*deep inhale*

hAPPY BIRTHDAYYY 💃💃💃

Girl. Can I PLEASE request noisy, bottom!Leo x f!reader???? COULD YOU IMAGINE—

You're riding him, hearing him biting back groans and moans as he grips your hips and you breathlessly say "wanna hear you Leo, let me hear you, please?"

And like he's already a mess, but you asking that just undoes him. He's so loud, moaning out melodies of curses and your name. It's so hot, especially considering yk, Leo's usually quiet and stoic. Watching him fall apart under you is so incredible honestly you don't last long after that 🤭🤭🤭

BITCH THIS IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE

HOLY SHIT

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Mr Honor Boy

Warnings: NSFW - MINORS DNI - leo and y/n are over 18 don't be weird - p in v - porn star moans - spelling mistakes

It was a long day, no a long week at that, or maybe even stretching to a month.

You could see the stress creasing his brow, his heavy shoulders and steps when you went to visit.

You tried to help him, but leo was far too deep in his mind. Berating himself for mistakes and slip ups during patrol.

At the end of the month, you invited him over and he, albeit reluctantly, agreed.

You cooked a hot filling meal, noting how he savored every bite of both plates he had.

Putting the plates in the sink, you saw him closing his eyes and rolling out his shoulders.

"Do you want a massage?" You ask, coming to stand in between his knees. His blue eyes screamed yes, but he didn't want to be a burden. You saw the fight in his eyes.

"Here, let me," You say, not allowing him to refuse. Leaning over him, you remove the straps on his arms and hands, massaging the rough skin as you go.

He bites back a moan as your thumbs dig into his palms. You go up his muscular arms, pressing soft kisses to the skin as you go, until you reach his shoulders.

You straddle his lap, his big hands go right to your hips, holding you close. His eyes are glossy and earnest as your rub the knots out of his shoulders.

Soft grunts and moans leave his mouth, and soon its hard to think of anything other than the poking of his hard cock on your clothed crotch.

His hands massage your hips softly, gripping the fabric of your sweatpants. "Baby..." He moans, his voice a mere whisper.

"Yeah?" You lean in, ghosting your lips over his. "You need something?"

"You," He leans in, the softest and delicate of kisses on your lips.

Raising up, your hands tug at your sweatpants and underwear and throw them onto the floor. He undoes his and pulls them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

His cock is hard and aching, it makes you wetter than before.

Leaving your crop top on, you settle over his lap again, leaning in and kissing him softly. You press down on him, trapping his cock between his plastron and your wet lips.

Slowly, you rock back and forth, spreading your wetness on him. He moans again, hands gripping your hips and massaging your ass.

"Please, baby," He begs.

Placing your hands on his beefy shoulders, you raise up and position him at your entrance. Then you rock back, taking your time as you sink down on him.

His head flies back, eyes snapping shut, his plush bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"That feel good?" You pant, resuming your massage on his shoulders.

He moans, panting heavily. After a few moments you sit back and take all of him in, your bodies flush together.

"Mmmm~" Leo mumbles, holding his breath.

"What was that, baby?"

"Move, please~" He moans, eyes still shut.

Smiling to yourself, you rock back and forth over his thick cock, moaning at the feeli.g of him dragging back and forth through your sensitive walls.

Your knees dig into the plush cushion of the couch, your hands gripping his thick body as you use him to your hearts content.

Leaning in, you litter his neck with sloppy wet kisses. He moans again, long and broken, his hands gripping your ass hard.

Gods, you get wetter and wetter with every moan he makes.

You lick up his neck, then whisper. "Wanna hear you leo, let me hear you, please?"

His blue eyes fly open, searching your face. You nod.

His mouth opens and the longest, loudest moan comes out. He's pants and grunting as you ride him harder. Now using his shoulders to bounce on him.

The couch smacks against the wall behind you, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. Especially if he keeps moaning like that.

There are tears in Leo's eyes, his full trust and pleasure in your hands. No longer worried about his family or responsibilities. Just you and him and the orgasms building between you two.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," He moans. You nod, moving faster on him.

His face contorts, a beautiful image as he give one last hard moan and grips your ass so tight it will leave bruises. His body shakes, His hips rolling up to yours.

His display of outright pleasure sends you over the edge, gripping and gushing around him, making him whimper.

You both sit there, panting in each other's arms. Leaning forward you kiss his lips, enjoying the guttural sigh that escapes them.

"Feeling better?" You ask, rubbing at his arms.

He smirks, a sparkle in his eyes. "Were the moans not proof enough?"

There's your Leo.

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @eveandtheturtles @sketch-mer-6195 @happymoonangel @raphsmuneca @turtle-babe83 @miss-andromeda

[usertoxicyaoi]

"You don't get it, do you? You don't get it."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023).

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

What do you think of robotic/cyborg preds?

-🍒🥧

Pros:

Very well protected, I love preds with armored exteriors

Could utilize some INSANE anatomy. How would the throat work? I don't even know but it would be awesome.

AIR CONDITIONED STOMACH?????????

Cons:

Being on the inside of a machine sounds like a bit of a death trap (I love danger)

If the stomach is made of metal, you will bonk your head a LOT

[leafdragon16]

leaf I finally found your Tumblr! let me just say horror show is my all time favourite fic

First of all welcome to the AO3 gang! And second of all AAAAAAAAAAAA I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

got a little carried away with this one... outfit sent by @chocolategothwolfhorse <3

[oh-biwan]

mahStah I am so hungry.

[twi-liight]

Hello gorgeous! I love the way you write Astarion :) could I please request a fic where the reader (female or non-binary your choice!) has a nightmare and comes to our favorite vampire for comfort? Love you work, I totally understand if this doesn’t spark inspiration!

Phantom Heartache ❣

Brave, sad Alfira. All she yearned for was to carry Lihala's legacy to Baldur's Gate, but thanks to the Dark Urge, the furthest she went was to Tav's camp. That was all she could ever amount to. Slay a thousand enemies. Be pierced by a million blades. Nothing ever compares to the pain of her loss at their hands. ❥ DarkUrge!Tav spoilers for Act 1. ❥ Astarion/Tav. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the oc/reader insert. Their real name is up to you!

At the crest of their slumber, when inky tendrils drag them gently into the arms of deep sleep, Tav comes home to her.

Dreams cannot fool them easily. Too many have come and gone with promises of power and blood for them to dismiss them as simple yearnings of the mind when they are fast asleep. They know, on a shallow, muted level that this is a dream, that this isn't reality. That none of this is real and it doesn't mean anything.

But there Alfira stands, nothing like the day she left this world. Her purple locks drift in the waters around them. Despite the depths of the ocean, sunlight pierces through the darkness and glitters on her.

"Alfira," they croak out. They speak her name into existence and their heart splits in two.

"Tav," Alfira whispers. Her brows furrow the same way she did whenever she thought too hard. Her lips pucker and set like she's recited these words too many times before. "You have to know something. Something important. I-... Please, just listen."

When they reach out for her, she takes their hands. They wander the ocean depths with no true purpose or destination. It hurts so much. The guilt could crush them before the inevitable dooms along the horizon. It takes all of their strength to say, "I'm so sorry, Alfira."

She shakes her head. Sunbeams catch tears welling up in her ocher eyes. "I know you are. I know you." Alfira clasps their hands tight, warm and comforting, filled with assurance. "You've done so much for us. Thank you, Tav."

Silence overwhelms Tav at that moment, crushing their neck in one fell swoop. They can't breathe. It hurts, and they can't breathe.

"I'm sorry, too. For all the love you gave me that I can't repay, I'm sorry." Alfira whispers, her voice breaking in too many places. The warmth from her hands disappears, and they realize she's letting them go.

"Tav," she says one last time, their last image of her reaching for them as the distance grows wider and wider.

Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav!

"Tav!"

Astarion breaks the connection. Suddenly and all at once, they've surfaced from the waters back to reality, where air is shoveled into their drowned lungs.

All at once, faces and voices. They heave, doubling over as they push themselves upright. Nausea hits them fast and hard but they don't care. Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, Wyll - a few paces behind them, Jaheira and Halsin gaze down at her with a somber expression. Closest to them, with his hands closed around their inner elbow is Astarion.

"Tav," he says, softer this time.

Tav, Alfira chokes out. Tav. I'm so sorry.

No. "No." No, no, no, sorry for what? Come back, Alfira. What are you apologizing for, I was the one who-

The vision tightens around their skull like molten iron. The tadpole squirms, receding from the shameful memory of Alfira's corpse, defiled and destroyed. In her eyes, they see themselves.

They were her friend. And they let her die screaming and alone.

"Away," Tav breathes out. It's so weak that it's just a whittled breath, but the strength behind them gives pause to everyone around.

Astarion's hands flinch back, but by then it's too late. It's too much. Their tadpole activates a defense mechanism and power crumbles from the depths of their mind. They struggle away from their companions, roaring out, "I commanded you!"

Waves of ilithid energy break through their portcullis - Karlach audibly yelps in pain, struggling against the barrage of mental energy. "Tav-- damn it, we're trying to--" Wyll's hand lashes out to steady her, only to recede as it flies back to clutch his head in pain. "-- Help you!"

"Gale!" Shadowheart cries, nearly buckling to the floor as the full weight of Tav's prowess pours into her mind, threatening to snap it in two. "Can you-- is there a--"

They lock eyes with Gale, who shoots them a pleading look. "Enough," he begs, holding up his shaky hands as a sign of surrender. "Tav, enough. It's alright."

"It's not," they whisper. It's hard to speak when their breaths are too fast, too raggedy, too stuttered to be anything but a cornered animal floundering for air. They don't notice it. They choke on lungfuls of breaths as they wrap their arms around their waist.

"It's not," they repeat again. Something shifts in the air. Power. Arcane power snapping to Gale's fingertips. Their tadpole twists with alarm. He's trying to hurt you. He doesn't want to understand. None of them understand, they're just using you.

Gale points his finger out, aiming for something behind them.

Enraged, they reach deep into the recesses of their mind for the reservoir of power. To sink their fingertips deep in it feels so alien but familiar. Like pushing their hands into a pool of thick blood, warm and fresh.

Wait. No. No, this is not the tadpole's power. This is...

Kill them, Tav. Before they hurt you. Before you hurt them.

Like what you did to me, Alfira whispers in their ear.

Something inside them breaks into two. It shatters into pieces and pulls out everything they have been hiding; the misery, the weight, the guilt, the howling wail that rings in the air as they crumble in on themselves. Hot, wet tears run down their cheeks, and it's too much.

They can't bear it. It's too much.

"Hey hey hey hey, shh shh shh," Astarion's hands cup around their ears. The remnants of Gale's magic outline him in a misty purple. When had he gotten to them so fast? They don't know. They don't understand. "Look at me, sweetheart."

They can't. Everyone around them is looking at them like they're a stranger. Shadowheart's shell-shocked expression sends a ringing ache down their spine; she is looking at them with pity and concern and fear.

"Let them breathe," Jaheira commands. When no one moves, her voice comes out sharper. "Go! Now. Ready yourselves for a long rest and give them space. You will only make it worse for them. Astarion-"

"I can handle this," Astarion murmurs. Jaheira nods, leading the companions away from the bedrolls.

"Please," Astarion pleads, rubbing circles into their cheeks with his thumbs. "Look at me. Why the tears? You know I hate tears. It is unbecoming of you to tarnish your otherwise candid expression with that face. You go from beautiful to an ugly little duck in less than a second."

"I can't," they choke out. Sobs push in between breaths and words, and they shake their head, suddenly just as afraid as the rest of them.

"You can," he murmurs. "What are you so afraid of, darling? It's just me."

It is just Astarion.

Tentatively, they lift their eyes. When they gaze into him, they find no fear or judgment. There is no anger, either, despite what they had just done and what they were going to do. His stare is forlorn and quiet. His noble brow furrows slightly, contemplative, trying to find something in their eyes.

"There you are," he says, his voice so gentle it could have been a trick of the wind. "Tav of mine."

An aching, dull pain spreads across their chest, and their body seems to understand that the only way to relieve it is to cry. Their shoulders shake, and their lungs are sore, but it doesn't stop the biting sobs from pushing out.

"Astarion," Tav begs, hands catching his wrists and holding onto them tightly. "I hurt her, I-- hah-- hurt, Alfira-"

"I know," Astarion croons.

"I killed her."

"I know."

"She was my friend and I--"

"And you betrayed her." He kisses their knuckles tenderly. "I know. Shh, shh. Oh, gods below. I dreaded the day I'd see you cry. You know why?"

"Because I'm ugly?" They hic-sob, pathetically.

He scoffs, but it sounds oddly fond. "No." Pause. Slight amusement in his wine-red eyes. "Well, yes, in this moment, you are a travesty."

They sob.

"Oh, but don't take that the wrong way, you know I can't stand to see you so hurt. What am I supposed to do, hm? Hold you until the morning comes?" His hand guides their head to the crook of his neck, where he hides them from the rest of the world.

No prying eyes can find them, now. No judgment. No words to say about the hell that they unleashed. Into the shadows, where they're safe in his embrace, where he will keep them until they decide it is time to go.

"You know I will," he murmurs into the crown of their head. "I would hold you through it all, my love. You could become the most hateful monster, covered in the blood of the undeserving, your ledger as red as an apple..."

Astarion shuts his eyes.

"... And still, I would hold you and vow to never let go. Shed your tears for the wrongs you have committed. The blood you have spilled. I don't care. So long as are my Tav, that is all that matters."

They close their eyes, tears spilling down their cheeks. Their dreamless sleep is peaceful. It is empty.

❥ Additional links: kofi | ao3

[stealingpotatoes]

This isn’t an ask but…

Anakin searching through the SW equivalent of Naboo fashion magazines so he can do Leia’s hair to represent her mom’s culture.

just gimme a second i'm. i'm. no you're crying i'm not crying for sure. for sure for sure. ough me heart

[dwhatsup]

y'know dwight, that new killer looks an awful lot like you

i'm glad its not just me