#if this sucks... sorry

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[nataliescatorccio]

"The white face is very important. There's a reason why I do the white face." Chappell Roan for 'Faces of Music'

[chropyl]

unposted doodles

[eggsdrawings]

the kaminari and mina friendship is underutilized and i think we need to change that

[egophiliac]

Is lanterns event is the shortest right? We dont even have the perfect or grim, only Riddle Jack Kalim and Deuce. Whole event it just Riddle character development in Tangle theme. Also prove that miss roseheart is suck and Riddle is ready to free.

it was one of the shorter ones, yeah! (if you don't count, like, Master Chef or the other ones that aren't really story-based.) I thought it was super cute though! :> especially given how we were in the Halloween + main story gauntlet for a while there, it was a nice easy little breather. honestly I think it was mostly about just seeing everyone come together to make fun of them help our boys be the prettiest tower princesses of all. 💐 (if for some reason this involves Jade refusing to take off the deer mask, so be it)

(and, you know, we finally got a knitting scene, so of course I'm happy)

[kendyroy]

THEY’RE MARRIED

[polybrains]

I looove sprite redraws

[soelvfiskart]

[Fhjy ep 19 SPOILERS ]

Mary Ann going berserk over her strawberry plush getting burnt, is the realest shit ever

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[psin314]

after the fade prison.

wanted to draw lucanis' big sad wet eyes love em so much.

hcing that after losing rook lucanis just focused on the job, like in caterina's case. he was barely holding on yeah but he thought if he lets himself be hmm idk vulnerable and shed at least one very stressful tear, it would mean that he's mourning rook, and that would also mean that he's dead. and he didn't want rook to be dead. (but he couldn't stop thinking about it which only made everything even worse.) so. when he finally saw him - he couldn't keep it all inside anymore.

[icantbotherwithusernames]

Gravity Falls but Bill’s “i like Mabel cuz she’s an agent of chaos” opinion is actually correct

aka a drawing of my au that has been living in my brain rent free for the past several months

[thisrots]

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a different kind of busy

councilor!sevika x assistant!reader

; warnings: nsfw, sub!(fighting for her dominance)sevika, dom!(taunting)reader, oral, fingering, sex in her office, almost getting caught

; 1.7k words

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Sevika was usually a dominant woman.

Her muscular body, strength, hardened eyes, booming voice that shook everyone to their core, everything about her screamed dominance. That was the Sevika you’d grown to know, too. As her assistant, you spent hours upon hours suffocated by her presence. Cleaning up after her, arranging her files, dealing with her bitching, you name it. It was always on you, which was very fucking annoying. The way she looked down at you as she spoke, smirking with that stupid smug look plastered on her face as she ordered you around.

But today, as you spread her slippery thighs apart under her desk, slick heat pulsating under your touch as your tongue circled around her clit, she had a whole different expression on her face. Sure, she still looked down at you, but this twisted up look was of… desperation. Of need, want, desire, damn near submission. Gods, did that face make wetness pool up in your panties. Her glasses were a little foggy, just barely hanging onto her nose as she stared down at you, your lips pursed onto her puffy bud as you worked your tongue around it, suckling and smacking noises filling up the room.

Her fingers twitched against the chair handles, trying her best to hang onto any composure she had left in her, although her glassy puppy eyes showed otherwise. A dark pink flush spread throughout her face, mouth hanging open, letting out soft moans and pants that slipped out of her mouth, scrunching her face up every time they would to fight against the pleasure. Poor thing was just too lost in the intensity, she was almost over the edge. “F-Fuck—” She groaned out, your tongue traveling a little south, poking at her entrance.

“What is it, Ms. Sevika?” You taunted, your tongue grazing over the wet, tight hole. You breathed in her musk, blowing out warm air against her cunt as you teased. She shook her head, shivering as she looked away, her hands covering her eyes under her glasses.

“Put—Put it in—” Sevika muttered between hitching breaths, refusing to meet your gaze.

You smirked, feeling oh so good about yourself as you stared at the woman that was once ruining your life completely wrapped around your finger, flustered and demanding for more. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you, Councilor.”

She huffed, taking off her glasses and throwing them on the desk, looking down at you with furrowed brows as your lips hovered over her leaky entrance. She bucked her hips up, her slick dampening your mouth as she pushed herself onto you, desperate for your touch. “Put your tongue inside me—Just—”

And just as you decided to fulfill her wish, echoing footsteps could be heard nearing her door. Her eyes widened as she pushed herself into the desk, hands erratically looking for her glasses, your face practically smothered in her cunt. “Mmh! Hey! What about me?!” You whisper yelled, causing her to lightly hit your thigh with her foot.

“Stay down there, don’t make a peep. You can do that much, can’t you?” She ordered, putting on her higher power voice for whoever was about to walk in. You scoffed at the change of tone, rolling your eyes as she readied herself by pretending to read over some documents. You heard a knock before a creak of the door.

“Councilor Sevika, are you busy? I’ve got some files for your assistant to look over and organize for you. Do you know where she’s at?” A voice asked, not that you really gave a fuck who it was. Your mind was on Sevika and breaking her apart, so that’s exactly what you were going to do. You swallowed down your pride and slowly pushed two fingers against her hole, tongue quietly attaching to her clit again, swirling around it. Her body jolted a bit, clearing her throat before she spoke, fighting every nerve in her body that screamed of pleasure.

“Right, right. She’s a little busy right now—” She started, trying her best to hold back every moan that wanted to slip out of her mouth. “Give ‘em here, I’ll make sure she gets them. A-Anything else?” She said, her voice hardened, yet you could hear the truth behind it. That small stutter that wasn’t in her usual ‘barking orders’ tone told you everything you needed to know. You pushed your fingers in, curling them against her spongy g-spot as you fucked in and out of her. As much as she seemed like a giver, she sure was taking you well, tight hole clenched around your digits as you pumped. Her thighs quivered, legs spreading out even more, making sure to move slow to keep quiet. Her hands gripped onto the desk a bit, gulping hard, hoping to Gods they wouldn’t have anything else to say.

You could hear their footsteps growing closer, setting the papers down in front of Sevika before they began to walk away. “No, that’s all.” They opened the door again, about to walk out, before, “Are you feeling alright, Sevika? You look a little… Out of it.”

She scoffed, looking over in their direction, giving the best ‘resting bitch face’ she could make. “I’m doing fine. If that’s all, I have work to get done.”

The door creaked shut. Silence washed over the two of you, stopping altogether as you both waited to hear the footsteps disappear. She suddenly pushed the chair back, revealing your cocky smirk, tongue licking up the leftover juices on your lips. She growled, eyebrows furrowing as she fought an internal battle of what exactly she wanted to say next.

You tutted, shaking your head as your fingers stayed still inside her. “Oh, Councilor,” You started, leaning towards her clit, speaking just above it. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this, hm? All broken and needy for me?” Your breath made her clit twitch, her upper lip curled up in anger.

“Just shut up and keep going,” Sevika instructed, making your eyebrow raise as you blinked at her command.

“You know, I should really get started on those files,” You said as you began to pull your fingers out, causing her to gasp slightly, reaching out to grip onto your wrist.

“No! Just—” She sighed, almost like she was giving in, like she regretted snapping at you when all she really wanted to do was melt against you. “Please? Can you please keep going?”

You smiled at her ‘Please?’, her voice filled with neediness, expression almost pouty as she asked. “See?” You said, fingers slowly entering her again, mouth just centimeters away from her cunt. “Not so hard to ask for what you want, is it, Ms. Sevika?” You began to lap on her bud once more, fingers working their way inside her, the obscene noises of her slick filling up the room.

You could see the exact moment when she broke, when whatever dignity she had left went out the door. The second your fingers reached the furthest they could inside, the glare she’d shot at your response melted away, shattering into nothing but a whiny moan. Her back arched, a breathy groan pushed out of her throat as her face twisted up in pleasure. She should feel embarrassed, should fight back. But all she could do was spread her legs wider, letting the pleasure swallow her whole. Your skirt were a mess, sticky with arousal, heat radiating off of your cunt as you watched the scariest lady in Zaun break down in front of you, her cream clinging onto your fingers. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Sevika breathed out, her chest rising and falling quickly, making a complete mess as her wetness dripped along the ground.

You did not plan on stopping, you wanted nothing more than for her to come in your mouth. To swallow all her juices, to analyze and remember the exact face she made when she reached her orgasm because of you. “Please, please, please…!” She begged between broken moans, and oh how pretty did her voice sound, making your heart flutter with every plead. You could feel her walls tightening around your digits, her clit tense and enlarged in your mouth as her moans picked up. Each thrust of your fingers pushed her closer to the edge, her breath hitching in her throat as she fought to maintain control. You could tell she was right there, so close it probably almost pained her, keeping the same rhythm as you continued.

With a strangled, guttural moan, Sevika’s body finally gave in. She trembled as waves of pleasure ripped through her, leaving her too dizzy to think straight. “G-Gonna fuckin’ c-come!” Is all she let out before her back arched sharply, gripping onto the arm rests so hard her mechanical arm scratched up the wood. Her thighs quivered, spasming against your cheeks as her orgasm washed over her. Her face, usually so commanding, was contorted in pure, unguarded pleasure.

The moment stretched, her breath ragged, each pulse of pleasure sending shivers through her. She gasped, sweat dripping down her face, and for just a moment, she was no longer Councilor Sevika, she was just a woman who’d just come undone by your touch. As you pulled away and her body began to settle, the realization of it all hit her like a truck, cheeks flushed and unable to look at your cocky gaze. “Councilor Sevika,” You smirked, your tone almost mockingly, wiping her excess from your lips. “You sound really pretty when you say please, you know that?”

The sound of her own name coming from your mouth made her throat tighten, quickly regaining her composure as she shifted up in her chair, trying her best to make it look like nothing happened. But the evidence of her release—warm, sticky slick dripping down her thighs—was there to prove otherwise.

“Shut up,” Sevika growled, though her response lacked her usual force. It was softer, almost had a bit of embarrassment to it. She quickly adjusted her clothes, trying to cover herself, but the lingering flush in her cheeks told a different story. Fuck, this was only the beginning of something you’d been dreaming of for ages.

[corpsekeys]

ctommys

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

masterlist • pt2

[nessacousland]

It's starting to drive me nuts how often I'm seeing the claim that the "southern" Chantry and its relationship with magic have zero influence in the north.

The Chantry schism created the Imperial Chantry vs. the Orlesian Chantry. Imperial because it’s only a thing in the Tevinter Imperium. That’s one country in the north.

Yes, we only get to see the Mournwatch in Veilguard, but have we forgotten the College of Magi in Cumberland? The philosophical heart of the Circle of Magi? Where they used to elect the Grand Enchanters? How about the Circle of Perendale? There’s an actual wartable mission about Perendale's mages who barricaded themselves in for fear of what the general populace will do to them!

Remember Zevran mentioning the Circle in Antiva and how the templars there were watching the mages like "a jealous husband guarding the chastity of a wanton bride"? Remember Josephine's line "little but the Chantry ties Orlais, Nevarra, Ferelden, Antiva, and even Rivain to a common cause"?

You think Brother Genitivi - a Fereldan Chantry brother - would call the Anderfels a nation that produces the most devout priests if they didn’t give af about the Orlesian Chantry? The place where they carved a giant statue of Andraste into a mountain?

Rivain, sure, the Chantry’s influence there has always been minimal (though ironically, the aftermath of the Dairsmuid Circle's annulment is the only time we actually see the Chantry’s influence up north in this game). But Nevarra, Antiva and the Anderfels?!

Sorry, no, there's an entire list of known Circles of Magi readily available online. Don’t freaking try to tell me that people everywhere were letting their mages cuddle wisps and shit, and it was only Orlais, Ferelden and the Free Marches that didn’t get the memo! Of course there have always been cultural differences, but "we're in the north now" is a piss-poor excuse for Veilguard's absence of any palpable faith.

It damn well should have mattered who we put on the Sunburst Throne.

[riddleseth]

It’s nearly 4 am