#here to misbehave

[needsmorewlw]

Why do people headcanon Lucanis with the slutty Daddy Dom personality?

Just romance Davrin. He's literally what you want. He and Rook have sexually charged Hunter/Prey banter and it's incredible. Just romance the gorgeous black man and leave the 35 year old virgin alone

[humblefryingpan]

Ezra must've been so deeply devastated that Penny was dead, and he absolutely would've known it was her. However I'm so unsurprised that he didn't identify her, Ezra Lamb would NEVER cooperate with any authority figure.

He probably got questioned and actively lied. And if it was the other way around you know she would've done it too. He could've found the goddamn head and he still would've gone "No, Penny was here an hour ago, it couldn't be her."

[butterbabyflapjack]

Would.

[beskars]

hi sorry i have not replied to comments on the most recent chapter of ichthyological studies yet, work has been A Lot and i have been there 6 days in a row and am behind on everything!!! but since the poll is definitely leaning toward chapter sixteen as the frontrunner for what i should post this week, here is a snippet:

"Come here," he interrupted gently, pushing his chair back from the desk and gesturing toward the space beside him.

You hesitated, eyeing him warily. "We don't have time for distractions. That's the whole point."

"Indulge me," he requested, his tone making it clear this wasn't quite a command but something close to it.

After a moment's hesitation, you rose from your chair, circling the desk until you stood before him, arms crossed defensively over your chest.

"Better?" you asked, aiming for sarcasm but missing the mark entirely as your voice betrayed your anticipation.

"Much," he murmured, reaching for you with careful hands. His fingers settled at your waist, guiding you between his knees as he remained seated. "Now. Tell me about these distractions."

The proximity was dizzying—his face level with your sternum, his scent surrounding you, the heat of his hands burning through your clothes. "I told you already," you replied, your voice slightly unsteady. "It's you. Being here with you, alone. Remembering what happened the last time we were alone together."

"Ah," he nodded, his thumbs tracing small circles against your hips. "And this remembering—it's interfering with your concentration?"

"Yes," you admitted, acutely aware of how his touch was making it increasingly difficult to string together coherent thoughts. "Which is frustrating because we need to finish this proposal, and I can't afford to—"

Your words died in your throat as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the spot just above your navel through your shirt. Even through the fabric, the contact sent heat spiraling outward from the point of connection, making your breath catch.

"What are you doing?" you asked, fingers instinctively threading through his hair.

"Providing a solution," he replied, looking up at you with that intensity that never failed to make your pulse race. "Stress makes focusing difficult. Release the tension, and your mind will clear."

"And this is how you suggest releasing tension?" you questioned, though there was no real objection in your tone.

"It's one method," he acknowledged, his hands sliding to the small of your back, drawing you closer. "One I believe we've established is effective for us both."

[fishthegenderwitch]

I have trimmed the fitted sheet I bought for its fabric of extraneous seam thread and elastic, in order to see how much fabric I had to make my shirt. (I'd planned to make this a couple days ago, but I was lethargic and it was grey and rainy; not conducive to creating.)

PLENTY O' FABRICS to make my first 18th century-style shirt! This sheet is 50/50 cotton and polyester, because I want to make this at least once with fabric that isn't perfect. I'd be sad if I messed up some swanky fabric on my first try.

Measured out each piece (they're all squares and rectangles so the cutting was easy), and then cut them out. Some are on the straight-grain and shoulder strips on the cross. The math and measuring part of it took a bit, as I've never made a shirt this way before, so I had to crank my brain open to a new frame of reference in how to figure out what went where, so I could get the correct numbers.

-The supervisor of crafting, Murf Here's where I stop because my phone died (I accidentally had the battery saver turned off), so it has to charge before I can continue. Both to take progress photos, and also because I was following the video by @vincentbriggs to make it, and without that I'm not chancing messing up.

[softquietsteadylove]

Vibrators have been mentoined a few times, i think is time gil uses one on thena and leaves her shaking 😌.

"Don't you have a meeting?"

"Princess," Gil moaned directly into her mouth, his hands running up her back, "you think I care about that right now?"

Thena laughed, purring against him. "You might, considering our quarterly reports are upon us."

He groaned. The Ice Queen was on the top of her industry for a reason. But he was more concerned with making out with his wife than his bottom line at the moment. "They can wait."

"Sir?"

Thena pulled herself away from him at the knock on the door, not that they would enter without express permission. She smoothed down her hair and brushed off her dress, sashaying away from him with those delectable hips of hers. "You have business to do, Tyrant."

He grunted. He would just send them away--tell them to reschedule. But His beloved Ice Queen was already across the room, perching herself on the sofa that faced his desk and away from the door.

"Fine, come in."

Gil leaned back in his chair. The two accountants and one assistant scurrying in could obviously already tell he wasn't in the mood for whatever they had to say.

"Go," he waved his hand at them, although he looked over at Thena. He wasn't going to remember any of what they said, but it would be in a memo or an email or something anyway. And if he was really lucky, Thena would 'remind' him of everything they reported later.

Thena met his eye, although she was clearly amused by his lack of attention to the business portion of his 'business'.

He shrugged at her; she was the economist, he was the muscle.

"The winnings from the new pachinko you opened up are substantial. If we look at the gross margin-"

Gil sighed, leaning his chin on his fist. He wasn't absorbing any of this, and he likely couldn't even if he was trying. He watched as Thena rolled her neck, stretching herself after their hasty make out session. That long, pale, sensational neck...

Thena licked her lips, then stretched her arms up in the air. She was behind his associates, in view of him and him alone. She sighed, feigning some boredom.

He made a face; she was driving him nuts and she knew it.

The accountants went on, though. "However, there is the matter of Jasmine National."

"Uh-huh," Gil muttered, still not looking at them as they spoke. Not that they would dare turn to look at what he was looking at. They knew better than to take their eyes off the most dangerous man in Koreatown.

Thena arranged the long skirt of her dress, parting it at her thigh where the slit kissed just above her knees. She tilted her head at him as she crossed one leg over the other.

Gil's hand tightened around the paper under it, crinkling it hopelessly.

His accountants flinched, associating the action with their news. "B-But!--th-the stock we have in the market is currently up! And the real estate we've acquired in Jeju is set for renovation!"

"Great."

Thena uncrossed and then crossed her legs again in the other direction (minx). She arranged her dress, although she let her hand linger over her thigh before slipping through the slit and under.

Gil leaned forward, squinting to get a better look.

"We have the numbers for you, sir."

Gil almost waved at them to get further out of his way. He raised a brow as Thena leaned on her palm, angling her hips away. Her hand was snugly between those surprisingly strong thighs of hers. She wasn't...

"So, as you can see-"

"Y'know what? I don't need to see anything else!" Gilgamesh declared, slamming his hands down on his desk. "Looks great, good work, boys."

They looked amongst themselves. "But sir-"

"Out!" he barked, snapping his fingers in the direction of the door. They hesitated for just one more second, but he reached for one of his desk drawers, "now."

They wisely scurried out, closing the door behind them.

Thena watched them go, releasing a sigh once they were gone. "What a terror, you are."

"You're the terror," he muttered, retrieving what he was looking for in his desk. It was not - contrary to what his accountants had thought it would be - a deadly weapon.

Thena's jaw dropped. "You do not keep that in your desk drawer."

He grinned at her, eager to resume their business from earlier. "Never know when we might need it."

"Who is we?" she glared at him, now deciding to press her thighs together and cross her arms at him. "And what if someone happens upon it?"

"Do your employees get anywhere near your desk?" he asked her dryly, "let alone on that side of it?"

She rolled her eyes, which was as good as admitting defeat for his Ice Queen.

"Now," Gil leaned down to her, gripping the vibrator in his hand. "Lie down, you little tease. Unless you'd like to start things off yourself."

Thena continued to glare at him, even as they both reclined on his black leather sofa. "Your obsession with these things escapes me."

Gil chuckled, though, trailing the tip of the thing up her thigh before flipping her dress as far out of his way as it could go. "It's not this thing I'm obsessed with, Princess."

Thena's head lolled back and to the side as he pressed it right against her, the faint buzzing already filling the air with their hot breaths. "No subtlety."

"Like you're so subtle?" Teasing him like that? He pressed the thing more firmly against her. "Since when do you wear thongs?"

Thena bit into her lip as he managed to reach her clit with the vibrator's head. It was a similar model to the one she used at home. "Sometimes they're - ah! - the most appropriate option."

"Appropriate my ass, Ice," he growled, leaning over to kiss her cleavage. "You just like driving me nuts."

Thena let out a positively sultry sounding moan in response. The tiny little excuse for underwear she was wearing didn't resist much as he moved it out of his way to begin pushing the device into her.

"Feel good?" he pressed his lips to her neck (which she had also used to tease him). Once it was fully in her, he was able to lie over her more. He kissed her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck again, and then finally his hands were free to extract her breasts from the confines of her sparkly dress.

"Yes," she whimpered, her hips rolling as Gil pawed at her. Her hand snaked down to control it better to her standard but Gil grasped her hand with his.

"Don't be a backseat driver, Ice," he grinned against her hot flushed skin. He moved her hand with his, pumping the vibe steadily. "My little control freak."

Thena made some kind of sound of denial, although it was hard to feel intimidated by her when she was busy being so pleasured by him in the moment.

Gil leaned away from her again, moving the vibrator more quickly. He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. "You wanna finish with this thing, or me?"

Thena moaned louder, although there was a note in her little melody that told him that she didn't appreciate the question. He paused their motion, making her moan become more of a growl.

"I said," he leaned closer to her again, pressing his hardness against her belly. "This hunk of plastic, or me?"

Thena bit her lip again. "You."

"Hm," Gil pursed his lips. He wasn't sure if she really meant that or if she was trying to save his ego. Then again, his Thena wasn't the type to assuage a man's ego for the sake of it--not even her husband's, unfortunately for him.

Who was he kidding; he loved that she had his ego under the spiky heel of her stilettos.

"Gil," Thena panted, eager to finish what they started. She rolled her hips again, but he kept her still. She looked at him, pressing her lips together. "Please, baby, just move."

He grinned. He could see why she liked him hot and begging for her all the time. It was very appealing. "Since you asked so nicely."

Gil extracted the vibrator from her gently. She expressed her frustration at the temporary emptiness he left her with, but he pressed his own tip against her, promising to remedy the situation. "Real thing is better, right?"

"Yes," she sighed as he finally pushed into her, sealing their bodies together.

Now, that, he believed. Their groans harmonized as he finally started moving, making love to his wife as intended. No matter how many times they did it - which was enthusiastically and frequently - he never got tired of the ecstasy of his wife's body.

"Gil," Thena whimpered, gripping his side and his back as soon as he was in range of her. Her legs wrapped around him too, securing him to her as if he was going to slither away.

"Fuck, Thena," he panted, already closer to the edge than he wanted to be. If anything, he was lucky he had warmed her up before diving in; he was already so turned on by her little show he was just about there.

Thena's moans joined the creaking of the sofa's frame, no matter how solidly bolted to the floor it was. Gil made a clumsy attempt to kiss her, but they both needed too much air to linger long. They gasped in puffs of each other's breath. "Right there, so close."

Thank fuck, because he was holding on for dear life. Gilgamesh let his hips drive him, his pelvis meeting hers like an animal's. The slight elevation of her hips, the bounce of her cleavage, half in her dress and half out of it, the pink blooming up her neck and into her cheeks.

His wife was a masterpiece.

Gil groaned up to the ceiling as he shot into her. He was no young buck, but Thena was not of this earth. He ground their hips together, pressing down under her naval but above the line of that devillish little thong she wore.

He didn't even know she had one.

Thena moaned with him as she too toppled over the edge in bliss. She undulated around him, coaxing more from him with each wave of her own pleasure. She drank him up just as greedily.

Gil grunted as he slipped out of her. They said they would stop doing this; working up a sweat while he was in a suit, fucking in the middle of the work day, putting their carnal needs before business.

But he really couldn't care about that when his wife was panting for air under him in all her glory.

Thena sighed as he dove into the crook of her neck, nuzzling into her with light kisses. Her fingers spread out in his hair. "Terrible, we are."

"I thought it was pretty hot."

She gave his hair a playful little tug, although it released just as fast, her body all noodly after her orgasm. "We said we'd stop doing this."

"Yeah, well, that was before my wife decided to show off her hot new panties to me in the middle of my damn quarterly."

Thena laughed; so she did know what she was doing, and she clearly thought it was hilarious, too.

Gil couldn't blame her; he joined her in her laughter. Their business wasn't exactly lighthearted, but at least he could have a good fuck and a good laugh with her about it.

Thena blinked as he kissed her again--like, scooped her up and kissed her like they were in Casablanca kissed her. She looked adorably ruffled from the sex already, but the kiss clearly woke up her senses again. "W-What was that for?"

Gil just grinned at her, unable to contain himself. And why should he? He was the luckiest man in the world, with a woman like her by his side. "A man can't be happy to make love to his wife?"

Thena's eyes dashed to the side, turning shy in the face of his unhindered love for her. She cleared her throat, pulling her dress over herself again. "Not in the office, he can't."

Gil let her pull some modesty over herself again while he shoved himself back in his pants. He also reached behind him, retrieving their little friend. Well, no, it was no friend of his; it was a tool for pleasing his wife, and that was all the respect he would give it. "I don't know if there's much we haven't done in the office, Sweetness."

Thena kneed him in the thigh as she adjusted her thong back into place. He let her retrieve his suit's pocket square to clean herself up a bit down there. She didn't look at him while she did, but she muttered, "exactly why some self-restraint might do us some good?"

Gil just shook his head with a smile as Thena stood. She tested how presentable she looked right away when they were in the office. Tested her steadiness on her feet, smoothed out her dress, combed her fingers through her hair. What a Goddess she was. "I don't know how you can expect that of me when you're this beautiful."

Thena sighed, definitely rolling her eyes at him. But she turned around and leaned down to him again, kissing him the way they ought to kiss every time--like there was no one in the world but them.

Gil leaned into it eagerly, moaning even as she leaned up and away from him again. He pouted at her.

But the Ice Queen met him grin for grin, adjusting the straps of her dress. "Don't you have a quarterly report to go over? I know you didn't listen to a thing your accountants told you."

"And whose fault is that?" he chuckled at her, finally rising from the couch, although he had to wiggle a little to get himself sitting comfortably in his pants again. She pressed her lips together to keep herself from laughing. He gave her side a playful little pinch as he kissed her cheek. "Go over it with me? We both know you'll understand what it says more than I will."

Thena followed him to his desk to pull up the reports, even as she faked a sigh, "if I must."

[lady-merian]

So. We had a meeting about what to do today and I had a wonderful idea. I thought an entertaining way to spend the day would be to invite questions. Seems they’re called AMAs around here.

We took a vote. Wynn, Erandir, Merian, Arric, Raya, and myself (Caliam) will all participate. Jessamine was the only one who voted no and also refused, saying she’d prefer to sketch. (A certain someone else voted no but since the vote was against her decided she might as well accept questions. Not naming names.)

[sammygender]

i just rewatched the rapture ohhhhh my god. such a good episode the jimmy stuff is actually fucking horrifying somehow even worse remembering claire grows up to be a hunter. then dean and bobby at the end locking sam in the panic room oh i hope they suffer. forever. he shouldve never spoken to their asses again

[mxwhore]

I had forgotten how nice and freeing biking was...

[moeblob]

(throws them into a modern AU)

So since Ymber wouldn't be a deity there are some things he lacks physically - such as no pointed ears and no bright blue undertones to his hair. Just the basic blue. (does he dye it in a modern AU ? who knows) Also while he doesn't have a collar to symbolize his servitude to humans I still think he should have a choker.

I had some help a while back brainstorming how there would be some form of "superior" dynamic could still exist and I really liked the idea given that he's a famous architect. (he does design all constructs for his city as a deity so it checks out - he likes buildings) And Deacon just admires all the guy's works and never expects to run into him but of course they do! Gotta have a very awkward "oh it's you I'm going to melt into the earth" and "I have no idea who you are but we should hang out".

Sooo Deacon still just really admires Ymber and feels like they're on totally different levels and doesn't understand why Ymber would want to associate with him since he's just a "boring human".

[optiwashere]

Does Asheera ever pick Shadowheart up and put her on a high shelf if she misbehaves?

Half-elf on a shelf 😔

In early Act One, Asheera would probably get some "unhand me" type comments for doing that. And Shadowheart might try to sound sincere about it too. Stressing the "try to" part. I'm not out to steal any canon character banter thunder, but Shadowheart does note how much she'd like muscular women to carry her around. It's really only a hop, skip, and a jump to thinking the same of Asheera. Frankly, I don't know how Shadowheart functions in that camp when she's clearly got a thing for beefcakes.

In Act Two, before the Shadowfell and especially in the House of Healing, she might need to be set up on a shelf to think about how Sharran worship worked out for everyone in Reithwin.

Act Three's just a mess for Shadowheart, she can do without some shelf-sitting.

Post-canon, Asheera just picks her up and sets her on the roof of the cottage for a little while. The sun's up, she can get a tan. It's enrichment.

[onward--upward]

wip wednesday!!

tagged by @shitouttabuck and @cowboy-buddie !! <3 MWAH

i'm just gonna keep posting my silly little rwrb fic, deepest apologies to everyone who follows me for 911 stuff lol! i simply have Brainrot (TM)

this is a fun little social media snippet, please ignore any weird formatting, i haven't totally figured out the best way to do it and tumblr hates me lol xoxo

But he laughs when he gets to the section Zahra has titled “You Knew This Was Coming,” which is just filled with speculation and arguing about his sexuality.  @/alexswhiskey: okay i know we joke about fruity acd but…. you guys….I don’t think it’s a joke anymore…. @/claremont_diass: no i’m so serious this is the gayest album i’ve ever heard in my life  @/alexwillu: ACD gets pegged confirmed??? [IMG: screenshot of lyrics from LIPS/SKIN: Fuck me like a storm/And I sink my teeth into your shoulder/Til I draw blood]  @/alexswhiskey: gay people exist, steven @/alexwillu: ACD isn’t gay tho @/AUSTIN_DIRT: he literally said he’s falling out of the closet i don’t know how much clearer he can get  @/goddamnitjanice: you guys, “fuck me” doesn’t have to mean literal penetration… it’s actually so invasive to assume this one lyric means alex is gay  @/acdsass: #clarefox truthers are so used to giving, now we get to RECIEVE @/alexhenry: LOVE YOU LIKE A SECRET? SUIT JACKET? FUCK ME LIKE A STORM? YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE? F A L L I N G  O U T  Y O U R  C L O S E T ?????? @/clarefoxyy: there’s literally! no heterosexual explanation for this!  @/clarefoxyy: why are we all pretending like these songs aren’t about Henry Fox because they absolutely are 

tagging @eusuntgratie @celeritas2997 @drysdaales if you guys want <3

[queer-and-bloating]

Y'all I'm feeling VERY ornery on this day.

[syluses]

I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your Sylus fics, especially Love is a Bitch - thank you for feeding the community some quality daddy kink content. Too often I find it's poorly written or not actually a daddy kink/ddlg dynamic but simply using the word 'daddy' a couple of times. This is my unofficial plea for you to plz continue your good work lol <3

Oh 🥹 thank you my dear its truly my pleasure hehe <3 i absolutely loooove sylus… and i love that fic too. i actually dont know if i could ever outdo myself on it LOL- it means so much to me! but ofc i try my best with each new fic hehe :] thank u friend 💞

also its funny bc im super into the daddy kink stuff (shocker), but im really not into ddlg.. if that makes sense? so i wouldnt classify it as the latter. i dont know how to explain it. but anyways yeah i will say there’s just smth about a man who wants to be like ur daddy that … 😩

[thatgirlwithasquid]

if anyone sees me on tumblr over the next two days… SHAME ME OFF THE SITE. i have work to finish. i should not be allowed to procrastinate anymore cause im already slightly fucked

[piritos03]

Xwitter is where all the horny and chronically-online-12yo-acting adults are. My art tweets either hit or flop. Instagram sucks ass, i might be shadowbanned or somethin cuz I'm losing followers by the number and my engagement is shit.

But Tumblr

When no one gets me, i know my Tumblr homies will get me.

I could post an awful render of Shadow with a gun saying "It's muffin time" and people would be like "BRO SAME" in the tags. I love y'all.