#it could go spicy

[princess-of-the-corner]

Me, staring at the word document, wondering how the fuck to write this:

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[xehanortsreport]

the subtle resignation in his expression at even bouncing with the context of his final words kinda destroying me ngl

[sodafrog13]

*announcer voice* IN COMES MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

missed these guys. take some doodles + a silly hlm au that i'm not gonna do anything with <3

[mishwanders]

• Twilight • Devil’s Teeth •

Summary: Twilight’s transformation goes a bit haywire, but you don’t mind though - you get to help him satisfy his cravings.

Warnings: GN!Reader, Feral Smut. Minors DNI with this one.

Author’s Notes: Written by Mishwanders. Do not take or repost it anywhere as your own.

Twilight wasn’t a werewolf, not by any means. He wasn’t controlled by the moon, bound to it like an angry lover in an eternal dance of longing that ebbed and flowed like tied. Instead, he could transform at a whim, making the cross between man and beast as he pleased with the black and orange shadow crystal that hung around his neck. Even now as he was over you, the crystal never left him and you could feel the stone digging into your skin as pressed his chest flush against your back.

All of that to say, there were distinct lines between the beast and the man that Twilight was, there were rules he had to abide by. But sometimes those lines found themselves blurred, and that’s when he found himself in his most vulnerable and enlightened state, with every single one of his senses heightened beyond compare.

He could hear your breathing as you walked, the subtle gasps, the inflections, the way your heart raced like a prey animal when his gaze fell upon you. The way that it raced even faster once he had you trapped between his body and the closest surface he could find to pin you against, his eyes trailing down you like a hungry predator. He could see you so much more clearly like this, the way your chest rose so much more quickly, how your pupils dilated, how your eyes shined during the orange glow of dusk and the firelight, how your lip parted as if you were asking for him to kiss you. He watched as you placed your hands on his chest, taking hold of his tunic and pulled him in closer.

It wasn’t an offer he was going to refuse, he wasn’t going to push this moment away, because in all honesty, there was a certain craving on his tongue, one that could only be satisfied by you.

He leaned into your pull, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. He couldn’t help but draw you in closer as well, his hands finding their place along your hips, at the back of your neck, as he delved his tongue past your lips, getting a taste for his delectable prey. The more heated the kiss grew, the more he wanted, the more he craved you as he dragged his tongue along your chin, down your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, lapping it up like water.

He could smell the scent of your growing more potent with every little action, with every touch. It drew him in deeper to you, pulling at him as if it were his leash to you, yanking him closer and closer to losing all sense of himself to the pleasures he could only find in you. It’s not like he would mind though, he always did love getting lost in you when he had the chance.

It pulled at him to make you his again.

You didn’t seem to mind it though - considering how your hands were in a hurry and hard at work at removing your clothes - as well as his own. With the removal of the fabric though, he could feel every little intimate touch of your skin against his, the soft and delicate way you held him in your arms, the way his shadow crystal dug into his chest as you pressed closer to him. He could feel every bit of warmth that was growing between you, the heat building as you both grew more and more desperate for the other.

He craved you, he was so desperate for more of you. He picked you up in his arms and carried you over to the bed, laying you down like an Angel, one that would soon be caught in the Devil’s teeth. He wanted to have you through the shadows of the night, until the light of the morning came and the sparrow sang. And by the way you were looking at him - you craved him too.

Goddesses, he couldn’t help himself, with that look alone - he gave in to the beast within.

He wondered if you liked this kind of attention, the thrill of the danger when he gave into it. You always did make yourself so open to him and the variety of ways he wanted to have you. You did seem to have a favorite though - one where his chest was pressed against your back, his teeth sinking into the meat of your shoulder, a low growl leaving his throat while his cock was buried deep inside of you, taking every advantage of having so much power to pleasure you. He knew you were sinking into it, the way you hissed and moaned out his name, how you gripped on tightly to the sheets, to the bed frame for dear life as his hips slammed harder into yours with each thrust.

You felt so good to him like this, you tasted divine. He craved you so much and it was always so tempting to keep coming back for more, whether that was when he had you like this or when you had him on his knees with his head between your thighs, ravaging and lapping you up like a thirsty hound.

You were so good to him - he couldn’t stand it much longer.

He released your shoulder from his mouth and nipped at the soft skin of your neck, causing you to whine even more. He intertwined his hands over yours, pressing your palms down onto the bed, trapping you even more, making sure you couldn’t squirm away from him as he continued to chase after his own release with hard snaps of his hips against you.

You were so overwhelming to him in this state, with the taste of your skin in his mouth, the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your voice ringing in his ears, your arousal building and infiltrating his senses - everything about you enraptured him, he was deep in you that he was unable to control himself now. You were a mess for him, crying out his name over and over again, giving into him and the pleasures he provided you while he satisfied his craving for you.

His breath grew hotter, heavier, more ragged as he panted, groaned, and practically growled in your ear with every thrust, hammering his hips into yours, forcing himself deeper into you as he pushed you even further into the bed.

You were such a delight to him and he couldn’t help but give him as he felt the overwhelming sensation of relief amidst his release slam into him. His hips stuttered to a halt against you as he let out a deep groan, his body shuddering from the pleasure running through his veins. He collapsed over you, unable to move as he tried to regain himself. He soon did though and rolled off, panting like a dog as he laid on his back. You moved your head to his side and he could see your tear filled eyes, that blissed out look in them. He wiped them away as he rolled over to face you now, his hand gently caressing your face as his thumb dragged along your swollen bottom lip before he pulled you in for another kiss - one that was soft and gentle. He pulled you in closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, tenderly holding you as rested your head against his chest, hearing how loudly his heart beat for you.

Nothing could get better than this. The two of you laid there together as he laid you down like an Angel in his arms, caught in the devil's teeth.

[asha-mage]

I'm always here for one of your 🌶️ Wheel of Time takes.

Heh. Then I shall not disappoint!

I think that while some of the criticisms folks have of the gender stuff in WoT is valid, a lot of the things people cite as objective facts/proof of Robert Jordan being a secret misogynist, is actually a case of people conflating the views and biases of Jordan's characters with his own beliefs.

One day I want to sit down and do a longer meta on the One Power, it's mythological roots, it's place in the WoT cosmology, and it's societal impact- and what the way it's written actually says about the vision of gender and sex the series presents vs what people think it says (hint: the series is not nearly as gender essentialist as folks like to claim). But for the moment I'll confine myself to this: Jordan presents the idea that, inherently, people are people first and foremost, and no singular flaw or virtue is confined to one gender, one nation, one people group, even one side of the good vs evil conflict.

Many of the same flaws that dogged male-dominated historical institutione that emphasized a higher mission, privileged tradition and entrenched power in certain closed off ways (such as the Catholic church), also dog the White Tower. Many of the foundless prejudices the patriarchy foists onto women ('they gossip to much', 'they can't be trusted with power', 'they need someone to keep them in check and on the Right Path', 'their soft hearts can't handle rough treatment') Jordan's world foists onto men just as easily- with different justifications and reason, but still as ultimately baseless. Any time someone makes a sweeping gender based judgement- the narrative almost immediately undercuts it, when it doesn't outright draw attention to the speaker being wrong (even the qoute-on-qoute 'world wise' characters like Thom deal with this).

People in Jordan's world believe that gender matters and matters a whole lot- but that belief is a self fulfilling prophecy. Virtues and flaws, sins and triumphs, victories and defeats- their all agender in Jordan's world. It's the character's belief that these things are gendered, born of their prejudices and biases, that make it seem like Jordan is making the opposite statement, when really what he's doing is asking you to think critically of yourself, and try to suss out where a character is coloring their own narrative to suit themselves, and where they aren't.

[babbling-starling]

[happyandticklish]

I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

[therogerclarkfanclub]

I FVCKING CAN'T 😭🥵💦

[3-aem]

rmember the time you said you should draw gojo eating spicy food and its so spicy hes flushed and crying. anywya

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NO I SAID IT WOULD BE REALLY NEAT IF THAT JUST MANIFESTED INTO THIS WORLD-

[mochinomnoms]

kalim probably.

OKAY BUT LIKE I LOVE KALIM WITH ALL MY HEART???? HE'S SO AAAAHAAAAA

We're both cancer suns, so I have a kindred spirit with him, but he's just a sweet boy who's a lil stupid but means well and just wants his friends and family to be happy? I love that, he knows all of his siblings' names, he's always happy to have parties that will have enough food to fill everyone's bellies and then some, and I just love him so much.

Kisses for Kalim Al Asim,

xoxo,

The Future Mrs. Asim

[bloodofgrapes]

I love how you do wrightworth so much. Just. Miles being in complete control and completely doming Phoenix but then also missing phoenix when he leaves him in public spaces for 30 seconds. Absolute perfection.

he's a train wreck and I love him. perfectly in and out of control

have some other unearthed doodles for being nice enough to stop by and say hi!

[saltpepperbeard]

what if we got a shot of stede addressing the crew in the morning, and they’re all like 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 and he doesn’t understand why (turns out he has numerous large hickeys scattered across his neck)

[incarnadinedreams]

"Wei WuXian! Just because... Sect Leader Jiang isn't here doesn't mean you can be so reckless!"

Wei Wuxian's voice was harsh, "Do you think that I wouldn't be reckless if he were here? If I wanted to kill someone, who could stop me, and who would dare stop me?!"

-- Ch. 72

Yeah why would anyone ever get the idea that WWX was a dangerous loose cannon who Jiang Cheng couldn't control?

He is of course justified for being angry in that scene - it's the scene in between Wen Qing finding him and him actually going to Qiongqi Path. But declaring that in front of a banquet of people right before he went off to find Wen Ning did actually give people a lot of ammunition in ch. 73:

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's face was already quite dark. Jin GuangShan shook his head, "In an event as important as the Flower Banquet, he dared throw a fit right in front of you, leaving however he pleased. He even dared say something like 'I don't care about the sect leader Jiang WanYin at all!' Everyone who was there heard it with their own ears..."

While obviously that's not actually what WWX said at all, and just JGS doing JGS things, I had kind of categorized that in my mind as a wholecloth lie. Now looking back it's more like an extremely bad-faith mischaracterization but... the seed was in some ways planted by WWX and it makes sense that a lot of the people who were there that day might not have objected much to that characterization of the sentiment.

Obviously, a big part of it is mob mentality and the ways that truth doesn't particularly matter when they get on a roll. But I think it's more interesting and fun and messy that WWX really did have a habit of creating fertile ground for bad actors to use against him (even when he was right).

I do find it somewhat interesting how the juxtaposition of the Jiang motto/ideals/Way To Be that Wei Wuxian embodies - honest and unrestrained, do what is right even if it's impossible - can lead to a situation of winning the battle and losing the war. I've always found it particularly juicy that Jiang Cheng himself has to back away from those ideals and be more strategic, and re-reading these scenes does sort of cement my personal belief/interpretation that Jiang Cheng wasn't unjustified in the level of threat/danger he read into the things said at the emergency conference (as he elaborates on in the cave confrontation later in the chapter).

Just random musing that a little section of that Emergency Conference scene was actually a bit more nuanced than I'd remembered I suppose!

[collectiveclams]

So, with twin’s recent Powerade bread experiment I’ve had an idea.

Since I’ve recently gotten into Ninjago, I’m going to make a food that each of the ninja would like & a different food that the ninja in question would feasibly make for themselves based on canon [if it exists] and if not then based off of hcs. Some being culinary disasters, others being silly elaborate.

There are 3 rules.

1) it can’t be super expensive to make [I have already broken the first rule]

2) I must eat all the food I make for this. So it might take a while to get through all the ninja.

3) for one of the recipes for each ninja, I’m going to try to deliberately make it with the amount of skill in cooking I imagine each of the ninja to have. I don’t think any of them are bad cooks. Just some aren’t that experienced.

If any of y’all have suggestions for foods to make, I’d be happy to hear them.

[ablogcalledrevenge]

for Hanukkah, my sister got my mom and I tickets to Disney on Ice! lol we were probably the oldest "kids" there. It was a cute show and you have to admire how talented everyone is.

But ANYWAY, all I could think was Steddie. Like Steve is one of the skaters, possibly Prince Eric or Flynn Rider. His dad tried to make him stick with hockey because it's more manly but Steve much prefers doing flips and spins and waving at little kids. Chrissy could be his Ariel or Rapunzel. Ariel's skater did this really cool silks display that I could totally see Chrissy doing with her background in cheerleading. (Also I'm a buckingham girl myself). Robin is in costuming, running after Steve to make sure he put in his contacts since "a Prince doesn't wear glasses, dingus!". Eddie is the light board/sound board op who originally hated that he got a job working for the Mouse, but when he sees how happy the little kids are and when he sees Steve make a special little sign during his number that's just for him, okay he doesn't hate it.