#it's not a suggestion it's an order

[berryicet]

I've been going insane over i.o.n on twitter the past two days and I feel like it's only fair I show them here too

[jel-jel-jel]

I have to get these out quick before side order releases

[slushyseals]

Hooray, my mail order pup-scription is here!

In reality this little pup got lost and ended up on someone's porch. Not to worry, the home owner did the right thing and the little guy is now at the Marine Mammal Care center who can evaluate them for any necessary care before release back into the wild. Source for more context: https://www.instagram.com/p/C3im2QYybiF/

[clannfearrunt]

thing ive had on my mind more or less since the first trailer dropped

[ohno-the-sun]

Yippee newest chapter of Under the Surface is done! I hope you all will enjoy this one

Art is scene in the fic lol

Also I made a playlist for it check it out if you like

Has vibes, character arcs and spoilers so fun

[yet-another-greek-myth-gay]

Once again sitting here thinking about how, for all the remorse August felt about the video, for how shitty of a person he felt like he was for posting it, for all his efforts (however subpar they were) to try and apologize to Wille about it...Simon never got a fucking apology.

Which makes sense, and shows how, at August's core, he's still an elitist, superior prick, even if he's more cognizant of his flaws and more uncomfortable with them than he's ever been. He could not be bothered to apologize Simon, doesn't even have the thought cross his mind—why? Because Simon's a nobody. Simon has no power. Like, let's be clear, August has fucked up his life irreparably. There is literally no future where the video will not haunt Simon. (I read a great fanfiction I have to find the link for, where Simon says that he was fucked the minute August hit "post," no matter what Wille said or did, and like...yeah.) That shit was all over the news in Sweden. We see, already, people recognizing him out in public. Beyond even just the emotional turmoil that comes with that video existing, we see, through the posting of his address and the rock through the window, that its existence physically endangers Simon. Even if Simon were to leave the country, move somewhere new and try to start over, it would take one google search of his name to uncover that blight on his life.

That's not to say that Simon couldn't process its existence emotionally, or that he won't be able to lead a happy, fulfilling life with the video existing, because he absolutely can and will! It just incenses me that not once in August's journey of feeling this guilt and shame over the video, and reaching some sort of understanding and peace with Wille, does he once consider giving Simon any sort of apology. (The settlement doesn't count, of course.) It makes sense for his character, and Simon probably wouldn't have accepted the apology, and by no means should be expected to, but the fact that he didn't get one still makes me so angry.

[dilfmobius]

Lokius moments that altered my brain chemistry [1/?]

[onesidedradiostatic]

Going off on your previous post, what if Adam had a deal with Val, like one provides entertainment in exchange for immunity from the exterminators?

Like you can't have your favorite industry dying on you, especially not on the one day you're actually working

Also imagine if part of the reason he wanted the exterminators twice a year was because he had ran out of material and needed more

(follow-up to this post)

LMAOOO that'd be funny

but I'm pretty sure the vees always hid during exterminations so I don't see an opportunity for them to have met unless it was before val rose to power. but this crack idea is so fucking funny hold on I'm cooking something up

one extermination later

in contrast to the other homophobe, katie killjoy, adam is actually a valentino fan.

no it doesn't make sense for val to be caught in exterminations at this point but suspend your disbelief for the joke

[rainbowpopeworld]

(Edited to add: not an actual quote from Michael Sheen - this is a meme)

[thunderc1an]

FROSTPAW

[blinky-skyd]

promised id deliver (click for full images)

[chrliekclly]

[winepresswrath]

sudden yearning for time travelling teen jiang fengmian lands at lotus pier fic that winds up being about a perfectly nice kid having a varying series of "oh no. i don't like that. that's a lot" reactions.

[skaiind]

a collection of ko-fi sketch commissions (3 kofis = digital scribble) that are a mix of various OCs and a coupla familiar faces :))

you can order a kofi scribble [or just tip me] here

[feroluce]

Love thinking about Sampo's possible early days after just infiltrating Belobog. Like imagine Sampo hiding out, spying on the captain of the guards, trying to learn all the important people's names and faces on this weird new planet if he's gonna make this whole thing work.

He likes watching the blonde one, he apparently has a thing for blondes now. There's also two idiots down there though, privates by the looks of them, and even from all the way up here, Sampo can tell just from watching their movements that they're talking while the captain is giving orders. Amateurs-

And then he hears that blonde captain guy yell for them to drop and give him 20 in his harsh voice and his military discipline tone and Sampo just. Freezes. Goes completely stock still. Slowly turns red and drops his face into his hands where he'd dropped almost face-first into the snow because ohhhhhh holy shit.

Sampo, looking up at the sky, face STILL red: You're doing this on purpose. You must be. You think this is fucking funny, don't you. Aha: 🔔🔔🔔🔔

[jooba]

cheater x reader p2

“I hate you.”

TW: MDNI, noncon, abusive relationship, kidnapping, cheating

wordcount: 2,381

Read the First Part.

The new house was, admittedly, beautiful. It was a two-story cabin with large living spaces and a freaking hot tub. There were goofy inspirational signs in every room and a welcome mat with an adorable little dog on it. The house overlooked a giant hill littered with beautiful giant oaks and a vast landscape that seemed to flow for miles. If it wasn’t for your current situation, you would probably be in heaven. But it was hard to enjoy the peacefulness of the woods when Emery was always agitated at something. Hard to enjoy the warmth of the hot tub when Emery’s touch chilled you to the core. Hard to feel anything but fear and sorrow, really. 

You aren’t really sure where the house is located, but you know that it is definitely off-the-grid. Screaming for hours certainly didn’t bring any heroes to save you, and you hadn’t even seen any paved roads. Alone. Alone with Emery. Being kidnapped wasn’t turning out to be as fun as fiction made it out to be. Emery was controlling, abusive, and switched emotions at the drop of a hat. A complete switch from the sweet, passionate man you thought you loved only just a few weeks ago. 

The only alone time you got was either when he’d let you bathe unsupervised or when he’d lock you in a windowless room for hours. And even then, you felt riddled with anxiety. You just couldn’t escape him! You especially couldn't escape his damned touch. It seemed he felt it was his mission to be touching or using you at all times, almost in desperation. Disgusting. Every time your skin touched his skin made you want to rip the affected area off and rub yourself clean. How had it gotten this bad? How had you let such a monster into your life without seeing the signs?

“Oh god beav, you make me feel so good.” The monster whimpered as his slimy cock slid between your thighs, just barely nudging your clit with each thrust. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your hips back to bump his. His favorite position: both of you on your sides, him behind you pulling one of your legs up to better accommodate his width. Used to be one of your favorites too. Now it just made you feel sick. 

At least this morning he didn't jump to splitting your pussy open without any prep. Your body seemed used to his touch and usually responded quickly and easily: it was a struggle not to react. But this morning, even as he rubbed your clit furiously and whispered promises in your ear, you didn't get wet. To his frustration, of course. So he decided instead to pleasure himself with your thighs. His thrusts are growing heavier and sloppier, and you began praying for him to finish quickly. Just let today’s hell finish quickly. 

He says something too low for you to understand, and then one of his hands snakes around your neck suddenly; too suddenly for you to react. You immediately cry out, hands flying up to claw against his forearm. One of his new quirks is to grab you by the neck harshly, and the bruise was there to prove it happened much too often.

“Emery, please!” You cry, struggling against his hold. It burns! He grunts in your ear, slamming particularly hard against you. 

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Yesss, wiggle against me like that~”

Another cry escapes you, but you stop struggling. Just try to hold on for a little bit longer. 

“Monster.” You whimper, hating the feel of your tears burning down your face. You hate letting him see you like this. And as he thrusts one last sloppy time, you close your eyes and think about your sister’s smiling face. He can never take the bright memory of your relationship with her away. And that's what gets you through most nights. 

The both of you are quiet as he turns you on your back and spreads your legs. You watch through half-closed eyes as he smiles at the sight of his hot cum splashed on your thighs and lower stomach. He huffs through his nose before bringing one hand down to lay flat on your stomach. He paints around your belly button with his cum, twirling and drawing designs that quickly dry into brittle droplets. You can’t contain the jerk of your body as his fingers suddenly poke at your clit. You clench your jaw as he gently swirls his fingers around the numb. 

“You’re wasting your time,” you promise with a whisper. He doesn’t stop to acknowledge your words except to rub you harder. He rapidly swirls your clit around his thumb, pinching you painfully. You grimace and jerk your hips back, but he’s quick to follow. The rubbing only gets rougher as your body refuses to cooperate with him. Your anxiety gets worse as you see the frustrated clench of his brow become prominent. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He growls after a particularly rough pinch.

“Ah- it hurts!” you groan before you can stop yourself. 

Emery flinches back, seeming surprised. You pull your legs up into yourself quickly, trying to avoid bawling in front of him. He watches as uncontrollable twitches take over your body, your face clenched painfully and avoiding his gaze. He sighs as he gets up, heading over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. This isn’t how he wanted to day to start. He wets a washcloth with warm, soapy water before heading back into the room where his love is. She is still curled on the bed, except she has pulled a blanket up over her. She flinches when he pulls the blanket back and stops breathing when he cleans her skin with the washcloth. It's when he lifts her legs to clean the back of her thighs that she speaks once more.

“I hate you.” Her voice is small and weak, but it hits Emery exactly where it hurts. He clears his throat, not responding to the statement as he pulls away from her. 

“Come on out in a bit, I’ll make some pancakes.” He tosses the washcloth into a corner somewhere and pulls on the smooth robe that his mother had bought for him as a Christmas present last year. Neither of the two say anything else to each other as Emery pads out of the room, both feeling exhausted. 

It’s been some time, and Emery has only let you go outside a handful of times. Of course, the first time he did you ran for your life but got caught and punished only an hour later. Your mind seizes as you think of it, so you’ve been “well-behaved” every other time he let you out. The landscape was truly idyllic and soothed your mind just a bit. The best part, undoubtedly, was the hot tub

The sun was just lowering over the horizon, sending rays of light over the treetops in the most spectacular fashion. The rippling bubbles of the hot tub relaxed your body and mind nearly perfectly, if only it weren't for the presence of one Emery Arning, lounging in a chair nearby sipping a beer. He was wearing swim trunks but hadn’t gotten into the tub to join you, thankfully. You faced against one side, arms propping your head up. You couldn’t actually see Emery at the angle but his energy was overwhelming. 

“Do you want anything to drink, beaver? I could make you some lemonade.” 

Ah, tonight he was eager to please. After last week’s fiasco, he has been even more clingy and eager to please. You refrain from responding, as you have been. You can tell it frustrates him that you’re giving him the silent treatment but something inside almost feels broken. 

“Your shoulders look tense, I can give you a back massage.” You force yourself to relax, slouching into your arms even more. His bottle clinks as he sets it down. 

“What about some music? I bet some classical would be nice right now.” 

And on and on he goes. You just wish he would get the message and leave you the fuck alone, but you know that won’t ever happen. You’re lucky he hasn’t exploded on you because of your behavior yet. 

“Beaver, do you remember that time we got invited to your friend's birthday party?” You can’t help but wonder where he's going with this one. 

“She had a hot tub, like this one, and we snuck out of the party to try it out.” 

You’re tensing once more, realizing exactly what day he is bringing up now. The two of you had slinked away, stripped to the nude, and sucked face in her hot tub without her ever knowing. It was an embarrassing memory, and it used to make you feel excited and flustered. A few moments pass as neither of you says anything. You straighten up and turn until you meet his eyes.

“I sucked your dick under the water, remember that? I nearly choked but it was fun, right?” A small smile lights his (stupid) handsome face. He seems extremely pleased you responded to him finally.

“We used to do a lot of crazy shit…” He sighs wistfully. You straighten up even more. 

“The friend who had the hot tub, that was the same one you cheated on me with right? I bet you fucked her good in that hot tub too.” Your words come out much more venomous than you intended, but you remain firm. His smile immediately drops and he opens his mouth, intending to respond. You don't let him. 

“I wonder, did you push her underwater to gag on your dick too? Bet it felt real good, huh baby? Got two bitches to plug up their mouths with your oh-so-heavenly cock?” You’re almost surprised at how vulgar you are, but it feels good to fucking finally let it out. He rises to his feet, hands raised in surrender. He looks panicked and the sight pleases you immensely. He steps towards you.

“Anything I did with her was nothing like what I did with you, I promise! I told you already, she doesn’t matter. She was just a replacement while you were gone!” 

You stand up and dodge his reach, splashing to the other side of the tub.

“Don’t touch me.” You breathe heavily, watching him for any more sudden movements. He looks ready to leap at you. God, you hate this. You hate this!

“She told me everything, Emery. Fucking everything.” You’re lying, but by crumple of his face, he doesn’t realize. 

You laugh fakely to hide the shaking of your legs and say, “None of that matters, but I just don’t understand why we’re parading around this house like newlyweds when you don’t love me. Why try to talk to me like you care and bring up old memories like any of it matters to you? What the fuck are you even getting out of this?” 

At every word, every new accusation, he sinks further and further into himself. He brings a hand up to his chest, clenching at his skin.

“None of.. None of that is true,” he sniffles. Pathetic. “You think I don’t love you?” His eyes meet yours, and in that moment he looks more broken than you’ve ever seen him. “Jesus, if I had known… Beaver, I love you more than anything else! You have to believe that.”

You’re reminded of the sniveling man who told you he wanted to wed you and have kids with you: the man who said all he wanted to do was protect you. And then you remember how he choked you until you fainted. And how he fucking kidnapped you. You’re not sure what you believe, but you know that while agitating him is satisfying, you are more than likely to get hurt. His eyes widen, watching as you slump to sit at the edge of the hot tub. After hours in the tub and a sudden heart-racing confrontation, the heat feels like too much. Your skin feels cold, clammy, and burning hot all at the same time. Dizziness causes you to sway.

“I hate you,” you say, refusing to not get one last cut in. 

As slow as a turtle, Emery lifts a leg into the hot tub, inching closer to you. You can only watch warily. 

“I love you,” he says and smiles weakly.

Finally, his hands rest on your shoulders, where he helps you out of the hot tub and into a chair. You feel weak, but you can’t stand the sad look on his face. You loll your head back and stare intently at the stars slowly appearing in the orange sky. You ignore him as he pats your body dry and brings a cup of water to your lips. All the while he coos at you and says things like, “Shhh, I’ll always take care of you.” and “That’s it, just relax.” 

His hand gently wraps around your chin, alarmingly close to your neck, but he coos away at your flinch. He brings your head down to meet his eyes and smiles soothingly at you. It’s easy enough to ignore the tear tracks on his face. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, and he lightly squeezes your cheeks until you're pouting. 

“That’s m’ girl,” he whispers. 

You’re tense as he leans in, his eyes closing. No. He hasn’t kissed you since-!

His lips are warm and smooth like you remember them. He was always a good kisser, and you can’t help the way you melt into him. He nudges his nose against yours, and the kiss becomes deeper and passionate. His other hand wraps around the back of your neck, but you don’t even notice. It’s only when his beard tickles you slightly that you pull away. He watches with a glazed expression as you gently touch your lips, smiling just slightly. The rush of happiness that flows through you feels good, but there's no way it’ll last. He lets you push him away but remains close as you try to process what just happened. And as the sun finally disappears into the horizon, you feel more lost than ever.