#it's a magic number

[phoebepheebsphibs]

3

[owlpero]

big fan of the star guardian

[avadaniels]

HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY AABRIA IYENGAR! Happy Mother's Day to our beloved Magic Mommy and Queen Tumblrina @quiddie 👑

[paperbaghero]

Aika in her natural habitat

Yeah, I’m gonna be that type of fan artist HDGDHDGEJDGD

[s-lycopersicum]

[j0celynh0rr0r]

[ghostlyeris]

evan really said if you interrupt me complimenting my girl you die

[wizard-loving-wizard]

i cant stop laughing because jordon brown (who is a journalist and not an actual-play professional) put together this incredible table for a charity one-shot and had the most correct comment about it

[7lizardsinacoat]

SAY HI, PACK OF PIXIES!

Every time I rewatch A Court of Fey and Flowers (or let's be real, any campaign Aabria Iyengar is in or runs), I had more and more wanted to paint her. So I did. Truly one of my favorite and most inspirational DMs, and a fashion icon to boot.

[rrat-king]

alex shout out!!! alex shout out!!!

[sagehoney-aesthetic]

“ may money overflow for me ” — moneyfesting

[baronessvonglitter]

paying off the debt

joel x fem!plus size!reader x clint | wc: 1.6k

summary: when your husband doesn't pay his debt, the two men coming to collect decide on a different form of payment

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. DDDNE. TW: non-con. Dub-con. Infidelity. Unprotected p in v. Oral (m & f receiving). Degradation. Slut shaming. Titty slapping. Nipple play. Dacryphilia. Anal fingering. Spanking. Creampie. Reader is plus sized and wears a silk nightgown, has female genitalia and breasts but is otherwise not described. A few mentions of another Pedro-char not shown. Never beta'd because this all happened so quickly, dear god. If I've missed anything please let me know!

a/n: this is my submission for the Magic Number Writing Challenge hosted by @mothandpidgeon , @schnarfer , and @whocaresstillthelouvre ❤️ I have wanted to write something for these Clint and Joel for the longest! And I hope I've done Clint justice, as it's my first time writing him. (He owns me, heart and soul.)

Shoutout to @milla-frenchy who is the Queen of Hot Threeways and who was my cheerleader for this little daydream-turned-writing project. You're the best, Milla!

dividers by @firefly-graphics 👑

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You'd only ever caught glimpses of Clint between a crack in the door or through the blinds when he'd come by to speak to your husband. A big, scary, intimidating man like him, rough-looking, though handsome, face decorated with scars.

And now he's between your legs, slurping away at your pussy while his buddy, another big, strong man referred to as Joel pins your arms over your head on the other side.

It was just after seven a.m. when they knocked and you, still in your white silk nightie from last night, answered it, still half-asleep, not thinking.

"We're here for payback, little lady," Clint had growled, hands on your hips as he pushed his way into your home, Joel at his heels. "Tried to talk some sense into your husband but it ain't takin'. Now we gotta show him we mean business."

Now you're sprawled on your bed, still unmade at the early hour, Clint's tongue plundering your cunt while Joel's big hands hold you down, thumb lightly stroking over your wrists, as if to soothe you, as if it's a romantic tryst you're engaging in.

Shocked into submission, you let it happen, too overwhelmed by his ravenous appetite to think about anything else. Clint swirls his tongue around your bud before teasing your folds, licking at the jucture between your thigh and torso, eyes lifting to watch your expression, to see you slightly struggling against being pinned down. He knows he's got you, and with his lips sealed around your needy clit, it's game over. He holds you down as your hips lift off the bed, still in control, keeping at it while you drench him.

"There now, see, that wasn't so bad," he murmurs, getting to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn, you're so pretty when you come.."

"She is," Joel agrees in his gruff voice.

"I was just getting you ready for me. Trust me, little darlin', you can't handle me without getting ready first."

The moan that escapes your lips is absolutely sinful. His cock is a stretch to fit, even as wet as you are, your cunt takes time to elongate, housing him deep within your center. And though he doesn't give you time to adapt to his size, he does go slow and steady, your thighs bracketing his as he thrusts lazily, looking down at the way your silk nightie is pushed up over your generous hips. He tells Joel to push the top half down, and when he does they both paw greedily at your tits.

"Dave likes 'em thick, huh?" Clint growls with a punctuated thrust. "Round ass, big tits.. and tight pussy."

At the mention of your husband's name you whimper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in shame. You shouldn't be enjoying what's being done to you. They're doing it for themselves, to send a message. But you're getting off on being their plaything.

"She's lovin' it." Joel's fondling you, pinching your nipples and giving them a few light slaps. That and Clint fucking you is starting to send you over the edge.

"Yeah she does," Clint says proudly. "She probably can't even come unless someone's holdin' her down." He nods at Joel to let go of your arms. You keep them there, flexing your hands as the circulation finds its way back to your wrists.

"She likes it!"

"Little slut."

Clint picks up the pace, spurred on by your neediness. Your hips find his rhythm and match it, drawing him in deeper. "That's right," he rasps. "Touch yourself. Lemme see you work that pretty little clit."

Your fingers desperately circle your nub, working yourself into a frenzy as he fucks into you, spreading you open on his fat cock. Above you, Joel leans down to suck your nipples. You lick your tongue along his cheek until he stops to kiss you, plundering your mouth with his tongue.

"She's fuckin' feral," Clint growls, shoving himself into you ruthlessly. "Keep that mouth of hers busy, Joel. She's about to explode soon."

Joel unzips his jeans, pulling out his thick length. Head to the side, your mouth waters at the sight of it, long, cut, girthier than Clint, with precum already beading the top. You don't have to be told twice to suck it. Your lips wrap around it as he holds the base, feeding it to you. Clint slows down marginally, watching you start to suck off his friend.

Joel thrusts shallowly, going deeper when you start moaning. "Gonna bruise the back of your throat, honey."

"That's right, gag her," Clint adds. "She wants it. She's fuckin' dyin' for it."

You're drooling around Joel's cock, his balls hitting your chin as you're moaning around him, incoherent, gluttonous, insensate.

"Fucked her stupid," Clint sneers. "Time to give her what she wants.." He's panting as he takes hold of your thighs, hoisting them around his hips and slamming into you, the lewd sounds of your colliding flesh the most obscene and perfect thing you've ever heard.

"Your husband know he married such a slut?" Clint continues to taunt, breath growing heavy as he nears the edge. "Gonna show him when he gets home.." His hips stutter before he spills deep inside you, and as you moan your throat constricts around Joel, who pulls out before he can blow his load into your mouth.

You're vaguely aware of them switching places, and then you're put on your hands and knees. You don't care; you're not in control. Your body is simply a funfair, a ride to go on, and it's a kind of freedom in just letting them do what they want. They're still taking care of you, Joel rubbing his length against your still-sensitive clit, sliding in between your folds and between your ass cheeks before he notches at your entrance. You're soaking wet with your fluids and Clint's jizz, making the way easier for Joel to slide in, an appreciative sigh leaving his lips. Your moan is muffled by Clint's semi-hard dick probing your lips, your tongue coming out to swirl around the crown.

"She's so good," he moans, running his fingers through your hair. "She's makin' it all up to us for her sorry-ass husband's debt."

"Gotta come around more often, pay her a little visit when Dave's out," Joel says with a sneer, his large hands digging into your hips as he thrusts home, bottoming out as your cunt squelches wantonly.

"Suckin' me so good," Clint moans again. "Get a taste of yourself on my dick, darlin'. I bet your husband doesn't give you his dick often enough, that's why you're beggin' for it from us, huh?"

You moan as his tip touches the back of your throat and you gag. "Eyes on me," he tells you. "Lemme see those pretty eyes waterin' while it's chokin' my dick."

He's bruising your throat, your mouth stuffed with him as you practice breathing through your nose. Meanwhile Joel's balls deep in your cunt, watching himself slide in and out with ease. His thumb traces the puckered outline of your asshole. "Your man ever take you here? He ever claim this tight little hole?" He spits on your hole and eases his thumb in just enough to make you squeeze around him. "I bet Dave's never even touched it. Probably never even asked, has he?"

"He asked you a question," Clint says sharply, squeezing your jaw in his hand. "You better answer him."

"No," you answer them, swallowing more air after Clint removes his cock from your mouth. He slaps your cheeks with it before feeding it to you again. "Good girl," he praises softly, something like kindness in his eyes as he palms your tits, kneading them softly.

"Poor thing's been so unfulfilled. Her pussy's only gotten wetter the more we talk about her like the piece of meat she is." Joel's hand lands with a hard smack on your ass and you yelp.

"It's the only thing she's good for," Clint agrees, holding your head still while he fucks your mouth. Your moans turn to an endless, tuneless hum as Joel speeds up, sensing you're close to coming for him. "Fuck, she's tight. She's damn near gonna drain me."

"Fill 'er up, Joel. Get it in there nice and deep so she'll be leaking both of us for days."

Joel's face contorts, brow furrowed, teeth bared as he gets close, and right as you come he pulses within you, shooting his cream into you.

"Turn her over," Clint barks, and Joel takes just a moment more to keep the feeling of your sweet snatch around him before pulling out. A little semen dribbles from you and he stuffs it back in as he moves you onto your back.

"Pretty little white nightie," he sneers. "Gonna give you somethin' else white to wear."

Your nightdress still hiked up over your thighs and pulled down showing off your breasts, Clint stands between your legs and strokes himself. With a few pleasured grunts he comes, painting your mound and belly. You're panting, trying to come down from the summit of the strongest orgasm of your life as they spread your legs, lift your knees up to view the damage.

"Jesus, this pussy's ruined."

"She's gaping."

"Keep our cum inside you, baby, as long as you can. Let your man watch it drip out when he comes home."

You're too fucked out to say anything as the men take their leave, staring up at the ceiling fan, slowly circling in the early summer heat.

"Dave's not gonna like that," you hear one of them mutter.

"Fuck Dave. He should've paid up."

taglist: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @tateypots @thedilfdiaries @sunshinehaze1

and anyone else who reads this, I love you so much ❤️

[morningtou]

secrets, lies, and honor

[team-118]

the VADHOLMA manual

on ao3. buddie, first kiss/getting together, buck pov, IKEA, 656 words <3

Eddie is glowing gold, he's flushed pale pink, he's sparkling and warm and irresistible. He's the only one in Buck's universe, hidden in the little pocket of a kitchen that they're standing in. He's looking up at Buck through his lashes, teasing, with a small smile on his face like he can read Buck's inner dialogue plainly on Buck's face. He probably can.

The thing is that they're in an IKEA.

The thing is that Buck drove them over this morning, that he and Eddie and Chris had breakfast on the second floor together, that Chris begged off to the bedroom section by himself immediately afterwards. That an older gentleman had seen the interaction, caught Buck's eye, nodded and whispered, "it happens so fast, doesn't it?" before wandering away. Which, by the way, that guy doesn't know what he's talking about. Chris is meeting them in the Bistro for hot dogs and froyo in, like, an hour. And anyway, it's not like Buck - like Buck and Chris - like Buck and Eddie - it's not like there's any claim there. So.

So it doesn't really make any sense, when Eddie leans over the counter of the tiny showroom kitchen they're in, warm and homey with an island like the loft used to have, and Buck's neurons go a little fuzzy. The rest of the store fades away, the chatter of hundreds of families disappearing into the background. Eddie's here. Eddie's real. Eddie's not leaving.

Buck's not leaving either. Buck’s picking out new kitchen cabinets, and buying Chris an exorbitantly expensive desk set that Eddie will tut about for at least a year, and he's, um. Moving in. He's already moved in, well, he's been moved in, he's been living with - he's been - at home, and home is - he's getting kind of dizzy.

Eddie's still smiling at him. "What do you think?" He gestures to the island between them, but he doesn't take his eyes off Buck. "That an okay colour for your kitchen?"

"It's your kitchen," Buck swallows.

Eddie shrugs. "Our kitchen."

Buck's on him before he's so much as processed that he wants it. He's pushing Eddie up against the back counter, and the fake brick wall with the stupid wintery windows sways under their weight, but Buck barely even notices. Eddie is warm, he's solid, his lips are soft. He tastes like - Buck's last synapse stops fighting for its life, fizzles out and burns away, easy prey to the miracle that is Eddie Diaz's mouth. Eddie's mouth, kissing him back. Buck’s hands wrap tightly around Eddie's waist, clutching him like he's afraid he'll dissolve, and Eddie’s gasping against Buck's mouth before pushing back and giving as good as he gets.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes. "Holy - Buck, shit-"

"You - fucking -" Buck's words get lost between Eddie's teeth, and he's senseless, he doesn't even know what he was going to try to say.

"Buck, I'm - we -"

"How - what could - what could possess you," Buck pants into Eddie's neck, and Eddie just huffs a laugh.

"It's your kitchen," Eddie says again, unrepentant.

Buck whines, high and hot, his whole body seconds from writhing with it.

"It's - can I - can it be -" Buck's eyes flutter open. The button on Eddie's chest pocket is loose. Buck wants to rip it out with his teeth.

"It's yours," Eddie whispers. "It's all yours."

"Can I -" Buck can't remember the last time he breathed. "Can I be -"

Eddie's mouth, on his again, and it's already familiar.

"Yours," Eddie delivers it directly to Buck's jugular, straight down his throat.

The fake brick wall behind them collapses.

By the time they make it home, Buck is a good 800 dollars poorer, one family richer, and on the bad side of at least three IKEA employees.

By the time the new kitchen island is fully set up, in their kitchen, in their home, it's covered in - well, Buck probably shouldn't say.

In love. It's covered in love.

[venus-ceros]

Im gonna say it.

I think Mulligan and Ishii's play styles are incredibly similar (at least in calibre)

Ive seen both players take big swings, really dive into the emotions of their characters, and engage with the story and themes in ways that are INCREDIBLY SIMILAR.

How they (/their characters) interact with the other players at the table is literally the exact same. You could have side-by-side transcripts and you'd notice they follow the exact same emotional beats and potency in each scene

And the thing is. People are critiquing Erika Ishii's playstyle and character choices a hell of a lot more than Brennan's. And I dont really have a good reason why, because I've noticed most of the time these aren't genuine or good faith criticisms, often theyre just complaining bc they think Erika's characters are cringe/overly emotional.

Nobody has those criticisms about Brennan's characters. (Or if they do theyre no where near as vocal as they are about Ishii's.)

[j0celynh0rr0r]