#jessed of mine beloved

[stealingpotatoes]

Jessamine for the character bingo?

(send me a character!)

[deadpoets]

GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007) // IT'S FLASHBEAGLE, CHARLIE BROWN (1984)

[froggychair05]

I love you The Crane Wives I love you @enden-agolor and @gayjessetime’s SDV AU

[skunksintheportal]

Blair's Funeral Song E.P.I.C @ Dynasty Typewriter

[mitamicah]

My highlight of the evening 😭🥹 my voice is so dead at this point in the evening hell nah if I wanted to miss howling along to Paidaton Riehuja 👿💀

[marrissacooper]

CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION 🎄 ↳ HANNAH MONTANA FOREVER (2010)

[jessiedrew]

♡ spider-woman 2023 ♡ ❘ issue 1

please ♡ or reblog if you use !!

[emily84]

quick jess mcready doodle, i love this show a normal amount

[ghostofskywalker]

i ran clone xreader bingo this year, and it was SO much fun!! here's a list of all the fics i created! i may try to finish my last two squares before december 31st, but i'm posting this now as an example for other participants who may be stuck on formatting their own masterlists.

if you want to peruse the plethora of amazing fanfiction that was created for this event, check out @clonexreaderbingo on tumblr and the event's AO3 collection!

a 💐 next to a fic's title means it's a personal favorite of mine (i picked two)

coruscant guard's (unconventional) dating service: free for clones named fox || commander fox

square: "this is awkward" summary: this celebration only came once a year, and this time, the coruscant guard enlisted some help from other battalions to make sure that fox would finally admit his feelings for you.

a show of trust || commander wolffe

square: "do you trust me?" summary: sometimes the best solutions come from the minds of those who aren't soldiers, and wolffe has to get used to trusting others that are not his general or his vode.

filed under: incident reports || no romantic relationship 💐

square: 79’s summary: managing a bar was never easy, but you tried your best to keep things running smoothly, even if sometimes you had to make hard decisions or alternatively: a collection of 79’s most hilariously infamous incident reports, some which made you ponder a career change.

don't wait for the sky to clear || hunter

square: "you're an idiot" summary: When you wake up to hear a storm outside where the ship is parked, you recruit Omega to have some fun in the pouring rain with you. The only downside is the tired admonishment you'll inevitably receive from your boyfriend when he sees the two of you.

in the heat of battle || crosshair

square: bounty hunter summary: When Crosshair disobeys your direct orders in battle, you come to confront him about it. Things get a little heated from there.

dreaming of this || echo

square: "you're lucky you're cute" summary: You and Echo share a quiet moment and a dance before Cid's bar opens for the day.

weep not for what you've done, but rather who you've lost along the way || commander cody 💐

square: heartache summary: it wasn't supposed to happen like this, the man you loved wasn't supposed to be the one to end your life. and to make matters worse, you had to keep reliving it, over, and over, with no end in sight and no clear reason why you were subjected to a torture worse than your darkest nightmare.

you would have thought this heist would have been slightly more thought out, given the circumstances || platonic bad batch & reader

square: "let me do the talking" summary: Hunter has to sit out on an assignment because of an injury, and it becomes remarkably clear to everyone else that the position of "voice of reason" is not something that can be replaced, especially not when you're there.

no flirting in the jedi archives || fives

square: archive summary: When on shore leave, one could usually find Fives in the basement of the Jedi Temple, flirting with the primary caretaker of the Archives (even though he denies it when his brothers ask). Finally, he decides to just ask her out.

a little brotherly teasing || thorn

square: "your flirting skills need work" summary: He’s a high ranking commander, an expert in weaponry, and the Coruscant Guard’s man on the inside for this Senate gala, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to get a pass from the teasing. And it’s all because he’s a little too obvious about his giant crush on you.

ally, rival, friend? || rex

square: "you owe me" summary:  It’s not that he hates his general’s bounty hunter friend, but Rex is a little more prone to headaches whenever you’re on the flagship. This time though, he sees the chance to start over with you.

almost disasters || tech

square: cooking summary: Your beloved attempts to put together a surprise for you. Nothing about it really goes to plan. 

the strength to keep going || jesse

square: haunted summary: the more time you spent in the GAR, the more you came to know grief, especially when the casualties of the war were people you had grown close to. Jesse notices that you're struggling, and reaches out to help.

deep space delicacies || echo

square: stuck summary: In the midst of the war, you manage to find the time to bring about a different, more welcome kind of chaos: teaching the clones how to bake. The 501st take the opportunity to force you and Echo to admit how you feel about each other.

[nochuelinha]

Your Eyes - Chapter 14: Our Loving Days

The night was magical, and I felt as if I were floating on the wings of love. Ellie, with her bright eyes and infectious laughter, had filled my day with adventures and laughter. The world seemed more colorful, and even the birds seemed to sing melodies of happiness, even though it was night.

Dina was there, seated on the couch, immersed in her book. Her dark hair cascaded gently over her shoulders, and her eyes met mine as I entered the room. A warm smile spread across her face, and my heart skipped a beat.

"You look radiant," she said, with a playful tone. "And those marks on your neck… Seems like someone had quite some fun." I couldn't help but laugh. The marks were memories of passionate moments with Ellie, and I didn't feel ashamed of them. I slumped into an armchair, sighing with happiness.

"I'm in love, Dina," I confessed, looking at her with tenderness. "Ellie is amazing."

Dina laughed, her jokes filling the room with joy.

The next few days were light and sweet. Ellie sent me affectionate messages, and everything seemed so perfect with her. She still spent time with Cat, who was very happy to know that we were doing well again. To Ellie's surprise, but not mine, Cat was dating the father of her baby, whom we found out to be a girl at a party. The dynamic between the three of us was comforting. Ellie and I were closer than ever, and Cat had found her own path to happiness.

The months flew by, and I found myself in my room, breathing a sigh of relief after the end-of-semester exams, which had gone very well. The peace, however, was interrupted by the insistent sound of my phone. It was Ellie. Her voice was urgent.

"BABY, THE BABY IS ON THE WAY!" she exclaimed, sounding panicked. "Can you come with us to the hospital? Jonan is taking Cat, but she wants you there too." She was speaking quickly, clearly agitated. I quickly got up and grabbed a coat.

"Send me the address. I'm leaving home now," I replied enthusiastically before hanging up the phone. Seeing me rushing, Dina gave me a puzzled look. "The baby is coming, Dina," I explained, and she jumped off the couch in a mix of joy and surprise, encouraging me to leave quickly.

The hours seemed to drag on as we anxiously awaited news from Cat at the hospital. Jonan was so nervous he seemed about to dig a hole in the ground. I stayed by Ellie's side, holding her hand for support.

Finally, the doctor came out and gave us the long-awaited news that everything had gone well. Jonan was the first to enter the room to see Cat, and we, Ellie and I, were full of expectations. After Jonan left, wiping away tears, Ellie and I went in. Cat was all sweaty and with a tired face, but her eyes sparkled with joy as she held a little pink bundle in her arms. I smiled at the sight and took the small bundle in my arms. She was so tiny and cute; that moment was an explosion of love and happiness.

I looked at Ellie, whose tears were flowing copiously down her face, and my heart filled even more with tenderness. What a softie my girlfriend was. The news that Cat had chosen Ellie to be the godmother of her little Rose left Ellie on cloud nine. She was radiant and thrilled to be chosen to play such a special role in the life of that beloved child. From that moment on, Ellie was determined to be a loving and present godmother, ready to offer love, support, and guidance to little Rose at every stage of her life.

It was Christmas now, and we were all gathered at Dina's house. I knew Jesse was planning a special surprise for Dina, so I was extremely anxious. Sitting on Ellie's lap, savoring a hot chocolate and sharing laughs with my friends, the atmosphere of celebration and happiness filled the room.

The living room was decorated with twinkling lights, the scent of delicious food hung in the air, and the sound of Christmas carols filled our hearts with joy. We were all eager to exchange gifts, but there was a special energy in the air, a sense that something even more exciting was about to happen.

With a nervous smile and a twinkle in his eye, Jesse stood up in the middle of the room, capturing the attention of all present. He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as he held the small, gleaming box in his hands.

"Dina," he began, his voice choked with emotion, "since the moment I met you, my life changed forever. You brought light and love to every moment, and I can't imagine my life without you." He knelt before her, opening the box to reveal a dazzling ring. "Dina, would you marry me? Be my partner for life, share our dreams, our joys, and our challenges together?"

All eyes were fixed on Dina, whose eyes were brimming with tears of joy. With a radiant smile, she nodded in affirmation. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" she exclaimed, reaching out her hands to Jesse.

A chorus of applause and tears of happiness filled the room as Jesse slid the ring onto Dina's finger, sealing their commitment of eternal love before their friends and family. It was a moment of pure joy and celebration, marking the beginning of a new and exciting journey together.

"Now that they're getting married, can we move in together?" Ellie's soft and casual voice reached my ears, and I looked at her in surprise.

Ellie's soft and casual voice reached my ears. Surprised, I turned to look at Ellie, trying to process her words. Her gaze was calm and hopeful, as if suggesting something as natural as breathing. For a moment, I was speechless, trying to understand the meaning behind her words.

Then, a smile formed on my lips as I realized what Ellie was proposing. Moving in together.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 2, Episode 17, "Dead Uncles and Vegetables", Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 All Episodes

Please, sir, there is nothing I wish to see more than Miss Patty drunk with power.

How big was it again, Babette?

Nothing brings me greater pleasure than when Luke and Jess exchange silent glances like “Can you believe this corny shit?” The meeting is being held to discuss the feud between Taylor and the Hippie with the farmers market. This seems like a personal dispute that could have been an email.

At the meeting Taylor Karens harder than he's ever Karen'd before.

Why don't you mind your god damn beeswax, Rory-No-Job-Gilmore. This is getting old and frankly kinda weird. I’m really raring for one of those delicious scenes where Jess or Dean takes her down a peg.

After the meeting adjourns, The Convention of the Male Karens + a wildly out of place Kirk meet outside in order to remind Luke what a piece of shit his uncle was and that they’re not going to his funeral. Taylor sure sounds confident that the people of Stars Hollow won’t also spit on his grave and sing a happy song when he croaks. Frankly I don't even think there will be a grave. I've always envisioned Taylor being stuffed into a sack and tossed over his beloved bridge to become swan food along with Shane, who Jess slaughtered after the Dance Marathon.

There isn’t enough rock throwing in this show. In my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, more people will throw rocks at Taylor Doose.

I paused just so I could enjoy a few moments of anticipation before she reveals what the exciting Early 2000's internet application is.

Golly! I miss this early 2000's optimism about a Future with Internet.

It's streaming in right now, but sorry Lorelai, she can't send you any pictures of Prague. Corporate tech overlords have deecreed that picture taking is forbidden and must be blocked with a blacked out screen of death. No Prague for you.

Omg.

Out of Context Gilmore Girls.

Sookie: Your mom is getting me 50% off of everything. Lorelai: Yes, but 50% off of loads of money is still loads of money. You don't have that much to spend. Pretty rich coming from “Miss orders take out and diner food 3 times a day."

But when is it ever the WRONG time for you to meddle in people's business? It's a 24/7/365 job for you. And your daughter is quickly on her way to being crowned the next Little Miss Meddler. Sookie understandably has some questions about why Jackson would go to Lorelai Gilmore for wedding planning concerns. Sookie also realizes she can't afford the grandiose wedding that Emily got her into and tries to run damage control. Lorelai tells Sookie that her mother brainwashed her. That's rich coming from Miss "Brainwashed By Dean Forrester".

DIS BITCH IS LEAVING WORK AGAIN! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!

She’s leaving work to help Diner Guy look at coffins!!! Get HR on the phone!

That's what he said.

Scott Patterson without a hat is...mildly off putting.

Is this what you wanted Rory? Are you happy now? Baby is miserable! But you got your damn coffee servant, now start tipping him! I made a video clip of this delightful interaction so please check it out. Milo's "No's" are so acidic they could strip paint off the wall. He needs to win in an Emmy for his No's. They are so good. You can watch my Jess Says No compliation here.

Jess Mariano: Toils in the coffee mines every day and night before and after school for sub minimum wage and eventually, on top of working a second job, minds his business, dutifully pours your coffee, no chit chat, all business. No one tips him. Lorelai Gilmore: Does a mediocre job taking orders for 1 hour and gets a 4 star Yelp review because she's Quirky. Lorelai to me, TWWGG: What's a Yelp? Me: Nevermind.

Rory, I mean this in the kindest, gentlest way possible, because I know you are a sensitive soul... Fuck all the way off. Fuck you and also your boyfriend and your mother (okay, she's not that bad in this episode). The "Get back to work" routine wasn't cute the first time when he was trying to enjoy a few precious moments to himself before school, but now he's literally working. He's like a foot away from you. Let the boy go upstairs and jerk off, sheesh. What a weird z-plot.

Rory works a job for two days and becomes drunk with power.

I really hope that when Lorelai goes back to work, Michel has some choice French curse words for her after leaving him in a lurch to cover her shift 3 times in a week for Diner Guy.

Hey look Rory, a job opening! You gonna apply or what?

This was really sweet.

So many things are throwing off the balance of the Gilly Girls Universe lately. Rory gets a job and becomes a control freak. Rory pays for her food. Lorelai dispenses reasonable advice. Lorelai's meddling is at a minimum. Lorelai is uncharacteristically pleasant. Dean is nowhere to be found (is that why Lorelai is so tolerable?) Scott Patterson without a hat.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Jess x Leto #20 “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” maybe a little jealous Leto?

Mid-era, nsfw, also on ao3.

This night needs to end.

Jessica has endured worse, she reminds herself, but anything involving off-planet delegations makes her uneasy, and-

The sooner she gets out of here, the less likely it is that anyone will find out she still hides knives in the seams of her more formal dresses.

She will behave, which is to say she will bite the inside of her lip until she tastes blood, until the idea of kissing her partner when all of this is over is almost unthinkable, until-

Perhaps, she thinks, she will work through her pain to shake off the aftertaste of a different conversation she does not want.

She knows the reputation she carries and which parts of it get lost in transmission. A valued concubine, kept close and public, mother of the heir… people assume things, and off-planet envoys assume more vulgar things than most, and if this man even thinks about putting a hand on her he may lose it, and-

Jessica glances around the crowded room and at least catches her partner’s eye. They are too far apart and too many bodies between them for her to communicate the state of her distress through hand-signals, but let her panicked expression be enough, please be enough, please-

In a different life, if she were the woman she were actually trained to be, she would have other ways out. Or perhaps she would endure, perhaps she would use her body to manipulate this man, perhaps-

In this life, such an idea is unthinkable, and she is unsure how to politely slip out of this conversation, and she can’t lace her voice for damage control, too many people around, someone will notice something and the last thing she needs is rumors and-

There will be a comment later, likely but not definitely in her beloved’s calm voice, about how she has never stopped acting like the cornered animal she was interpreted as ten years ago when she was placed here. She won’t even fight it. The statement will not be wrong, and-

By the time she sees her partner get close enough to make himself useful, she has a hand on the side-seam of her skirt where she keeps a knife and she will not do anything desperate but that doesn’t mean she’s not considering it and-

“May I speak with you for a moment? Privately?”

Directed at her, she notes, and this is a shade of why she loves him, the confidence that nothing in the world can stop him, not here where he holds all power and is known to use it well and-

“If it pleases you.”

She will repay the kindness of the rescue in some way later. It will not be asked of her, she knows, but the way her partner moves around her, his arm around her waist and a look in his eyes that she so rarely sees in public and-

More rumors will result from this, talk of how he slipped away for a tryst in the middle of an event, and she will not fault those either. For once, they may just be accurate.

Two turns of a hallway and they are somewhere safe enough to talk, and her lips part to say something appreciative, and-

He is on her before she can. This has not been the way of them in some time, and normally it would not please her, but the depth of the kiss, the closeness of their bodies as he pins her to the cold wall, all of it awakens something in her dangerous and warm and-

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” she murmurs as they break for breath.

“I did wonder how much you would allow before-“

“You did see the panic in my eyes. You know I would never-“

“I know. But there is still talk sometimes…”

It has been a pleasant length of time since anyone has outright accused her of being sexually manipulative, Jessica thinks, and the caution of her public presentation has been in her favor, and-

“Will there not be just as much now-“

“You are mine. A reminder is occasionally necessary.”

She tilts her head and takes another kiss, takes his lower lip between her teeth and she knows what this does to him, how any assertiveness on her part makes him burn brighter for her and-

“Remind me.”

“Are you sure, my storm?”

She rolls her hips against his, and she is sure enough that this will be easy, and-

“I am asking. If you will have me.”

It is easy enough to allow her body to become warm enough, to lift the skirts of her dress just enough. She has become used to their normal intimacies, comfortable and slow in their bed, but this is not the first time they have been impatient, and-

They are suited for each other, she reminds herself as she runs her fingertips down her partner’s length and feels the tension and desire of him. They were both made to be everything they are, and-

“Eyes open,” he murmurs as they collide. “Give me that. Remind me-“

“If it pleases you.”

He makes a low noise, not quite a laugh. “Don’t ever say that when we are-“

“Is it so wrong to remind you-“

“You are always so…”

“You adore me anyways.”

He rolls his hips against hers and covers her face in kisses, and there is only them only this and she feels her body electrify, pressure building and breaking and-

Her eyes flutter as her petals do, and she laughs as she is overwhelmed, and it is too rare for her to be reminded of the delight of this love, and-

Her partner’s wave follows hers, sudden stillness and her name near-silent on his lips. He pins her, more weight on her than normal, and the aftershocks they both feel are easier in proximity and-

“Was that enough for you?” he murmurs as they separate.

“It was a beginning. There are… other ways you claim me, and I would not be opposed…”

“For you to even ask-“

“Perhaps fear has gotten the better of me, beloved. And there is a certain comfort in the way you kiss me, and-“

“I would leave echoes all over your skin if you asked, my storm.”

“And I am asking, but… later. You still have a room of people to work.”

“Will you join me?”

“I may need a few moments before I am stable on my feet again, but-“

“Stay on my arm, then. There is no reason to pretend we are not-“

“After what we just-“

“Because of it.”

“You always make it so easy.”

She should say no. She should, at the very least, keep the respectful distance she usually maintains.

Instead, she takes a kiss and takes his hand, and she decides for a moment that there is nothing so deeply wrong with getting what she wants.

[adelaidedrubman]

whoa. wednesday whatever

i was tagged today by my beloveds @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat to share a wip, thank you!! sending some as always no pressure tags out to @florbelles @henbased @unholymilf @ishwaris @trench-rot @poetikat @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @schoute @confidentandgood @nuclearstorms @roofgeese @strafethesesinners @corvosattano @v0idbuggy @afarcryfrommymain @jackiesarch @voidika @strangefable @bluemojave @harmonyowl @sukoshimikan @josephslittledeputy @deputyash @fourlittleseedlings @inafieldofdaisies @purplehairsecretlair @wrathfulrook @cassietrn @inquisitors-grave @firstaidspray and anyone who would like to share and @ me!

guess what! we actually do have new wildfire progress! so, you know, warnings for descriptions of amateur cremation services, body horror, and implied drug induced hallucinations/paranoia/panic/etc.

Jess wiped her mouth; rose to her feet. “I’m not fucking sticking around for you building a human barbecue pit.”

“Fine!” Jessie called with a wave of her arm towards the woman marching with quick intent out of the courtyard. “Y’all go raid the church for supplies, then!” 

She reached to pull Sharky back by the shoulder as he moved to follow behind Jess at the order. 

“And I guess I’ll take care of the bodies my fuckin’ self,” she grumbled as she tugged the straps of the backpack of his flamethrower to remove it, throwing it to the ground and snatching the hose gun from his hand. 

“Hey, be gentle with ’er, now — she ain’t used to nobody’s touch but mine, and I —” 

Jestiny squeezed her finger around the trigger to release a burst of fire from its nozzle and silence Sharky with the pressurized whoosh of hot gas propelling it forward. 

The flames quickly caught to lick at the gasoline soaked rags the corpses wore, devouring the fabric in a ravenous frenzy before sinking down to nibble at their flesh with a slow, steady crackle. 

So empty, so hungry, Jestiny thought of fire as she watched it work turning the dead to smoke and ash. Don’t care what it ends up consuming. Just hungry. 

She caught the widening of an Angel’s lifeless eyes as the fire worked up towards their face, causing eyeballs to swell from the building heat just as the flesh surrounding it was eaten away by the flames — then a sharp snap of their neck lifting so that those bulging eyes now framed by ridges of bone showing through patches of roasting skin seemed settled on hers, looking at her. 

Was that one not really dead either? 

A louder pop, a thrashing bend of their spine, flinging their torso back — as if they were raising themselves to the heavens in offering, trying to leap from the flames like a fish flailing as it jumped from the water, mass of bodies joining them to writhe in offbeat rhythm in the inferno. 

Supposed to cut the tendons. She remembered learning in a history course once that the soldiers who dug up and burned Rasputin’s body swore it came back to life, that they saw it rise up and begin walking towards them. But it was just the tendons in his back shriveling up from the heat and twisting his spine, a mundane spectacle of the human body made grander by imagination. Doesn’t happen if you cut the tendons before cremation. 

Just gotta cut the tendons next time, she assured herself as she turned her back to the pyre, hurrying along the pavement and up the stairs leading out of the square depression of the baptistry. 

She stopped as she reached the cover of the white lattice canopy, thinking better of turning left to meet Jess and Sharky in the church and instead hanging right to investigate the structure attached at the opposite end of the archway. 

But even without looking back to the fire, the smell hung in her nose as she walked, the whistle of flesh blistering and popping still finding her ears so that she could practically feel it crackle and bubble just beneath her own skin — as if it were too late, as if she was already burning up from the inside all along. 

She smoothed a hand along the length of her forearm as if to soothe away the sensation — panic briefly spiking as her fingers found gaping holes in the flesh, like the flames really had eaten straight through. 

She drew in a deep breath, trying to steady her lungs on the exhale as she reminded herself it was just the bitemark the Angel had given her. 

[diabeticdingus]

Art dump part two! full effort stuff this time :)

Kahlen, my Dragonborn OC, Infernite sharpshooter with a bionic arm, totally not copied off the one Snake has in MGS 5 :3

Moja Vill Vastitium (the dragonborn) and Hainji Yokottsi (Puma Felisus, more worldbuilding shenanigans) Kinda like a breaking bad (Walter and Jesse) relationship, since I made these two for @defectummetalhead, a total breaking bad nerd (I love him for it)

Catgirl based on my IRL cat :3

Older version of the reference, before a mild redesign that made him just better in every way (Thank you @driptaculardragonborn for that :)

The aforementioned redesign, thanks again @driptaculardragonborn! Also includes @defectummetalhead's dragonborn! (Not my art)

A dragonborn for @crocutacanidae, very funky creature if i must say

Tik, a copper Kobold with a speech impediment (hence the name) who is a bomb slinging, chemical wielding madlad!

Michael, a human hacker with bionic legs and a cool ass robot dog! Part of a gang set in the worldbuilding the dragonborn are from

"Sloppy Joe", a Felisus (catboy) stuck in a concrete block, and left in a chemical slop pit to die. He's still alive today, funnily enough.

A much more 'standard furry' fursona my beloved @defectummetalhead designed for me :3

Along with his version of it! (This one's also not my art)

A pair of thingies for a project i got dragged into by another friend! Elven icebreaker ships, and Cassandra, a particularly vicious human leader.

Catalea Lapilis, do NOT fuck with a 7'4 Large Lizard Lady with an extreme amount of hidden violence. For @driptaculardragonborn

A bit more of a doodle but my OC working on his bionic arm. Gotta have regular maintenance or it's gonna get all squeaky.

A Zithrin, a funny alien raptor thing from a project another friend is working on.

A friend of mine has a dog that sometimes stances not unlike a souls game boss, and he wanted me to draw this for him. Mister bones was NOT ready.

Kahlen in MGS 3 attire. Mixing series is fun. WARNING FOR NEXT IMAGE: GORE/DISMEMBERMENT Ok you ready?

@snek-stuff's character Sadie Milton, a possum with the ability to be (painlessly) dismembered and reassembled easily. Might just be dead? Anyway, she's fine, even with an arm off.

And a Dragonborn for the same @snek-stuff! END DUMP Next up: A big fat pile of images of just me and @defectummetalhead being in love! I was not kidding when I said I love him :3

[biitchcakes]

@redheadarcher asked: 💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse? // ( accepting )

Is it lame of me to say nothing ? SDkjgdk like, even the flaws she has ( of which there are a few, she is not a perfect person, as the wise philosophers Hoobastank once said ⸺ ). But everything about her makes her HER. And I adore her. Her bullishness, her stubbornness, her tendency to isolate, to try to deal with things on her own, her aggression. . . It's not all she is by any means, but it is all still a part of Jess. Those negatives turn to positives through determination, protection for others, her love for those she loves.

I just love her. She's meant so much to me for as long as I can remember. I couldn't dislike Jessica Drew if I tried.

&& 🎮 - What’s your favourite video game?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION IT'S THE ELDER SCROLLS IV: OBLIVION !!!! Oh my gentle jesus the way I could rant and rave about this game for hours. "Potato graphics" this and "horse armour" that, yeah yeah I know, but god is it just the most special little game in the world to me. And has been for 17 years now ( oh, wow oof, what is time ? ).

The Dark Brotherhood story is still one of my favourites of any game, each quest and character is so memorable to me ( even if I hadn't replayed the game a million times by now ). I legit cried when I played Skyrim for the first time and Lucien Lachance's fkin ghost appeared AFJKSD

Martin Septim. . . My beloved. . .

Wanna know a sure-fire way to get me choked up real fast ? Put on one of these bad boys :

Harvest Dawn

Dusk at the Market

Through the Valleys

Glory of Cyrodiil

Jeremy Soule tugs at every heartstring of mine with these. I can listen to them while I'm playing the game, but something about hearing them isolated on their own. Man. . . 🥹

[seradae]

New Toys [TF/TF] [robofucking] [tentacles] [soft domination] [The Spire]

"I want you," Jess moaned as she kissed her robo girlfriend, the two floating in their zero-G hotel room, Earth half-illuminated out the large porthole beside them. Quinn's new tentacle attachments clung to her back, leaving little sucker marks in stripes where they lay.

"Tell me how badly you want me," Quinn said, an evil grin on her face and the displays in her eyes flashing fire. "I want you to beg for me," the words came out sultrily, even more than she expected.

"Please fuck me, my beloved? I've been such a good girl," she whimpered. "I'm yours." Quinn's tentacles detached from her back and wriggled and stretched to wrap around her arms, from wrists to shoulders. She engaged her PMU, the monopropellant thrusters accelerating them towards the wall, slamming Jess into it softly and applying a continuous thrust to pin her in place.

Quinn's hand went up to her throat to hold her in place, applying gentle pressure as the tentacles moved down to her girlcock and squeezing, causing her to moan. "You're mine and I'll decide when you get to fuck me, my lovely pet."

Her tentacles wriggled and warmed, teasing the hard cock they wrapped around. They began to slither back and forth as she pressed her girlfriend into the wall. A growing bubble of precum floated between them, the surface tension keeping it attached.

Jess's moans became more hoarse and desperate as the stimulation intensified, but then the tentacles released her and the thrust pinning her to the wall ceased. She opened her eyes and saw Quinn grinning. Quinn took hold of her arms and used her PMU to move them to the center of the room, floating in mid-air.

Quinn pulled her in close and slid her soaked pussy down on Jess's hard girlcock, loud moans coming from both of them. Jess wrapped her arms around her and holding on tight. A tentacle slithered around her thigh and slid into her ass, lubricating itself as it went along and then expanding and undulating inside her.

Her eyes went wide and then rolled back, guttural sounds coming from her lips. "You're going to cum in me, my sweet pet. But not yet. You better hold it in," Quinn ordered sweetly, beginning to squeeze around the sensitive cock buried in her, as the tentacle fucked her girlfriend's ass.

Jess was fully incapable of words, right on the edge of an orgasm and just waiting for permission to release. The control Quinn had over her was precise and purposeful, knowing how to draw every microgram of pleasure from her.

"I'm going to count backwards from 5. When I tell you to cum, you're going to fill me up like the good girl you are. Five..." She vibrated and squeezed, teasing.

"Four," she said softly, a moan trailing out after it left her lips. The tentacle moved in and out of Jess's tight hole and she could feel the sheer amount of precum flowing into her.

"Three." She began to thrust back and forth on her cock, both of them letting out involuntary sounds as they got closer and closer.

"Two." The tentacle increased its speed and undulated as it fucked harder. Tiny thrusters on Quinn's torso fired to stabilize the rapidly accelerating spin from their entanglement.

"One." Jess's head was lolling to the side as her brains were fucked out of her, only her girlfriend's words remaining. Every fiber of her body ached for release.

"Cum for me, my love," Quinn ordered, pulling her in deep and squeezing in pulses down the length of her cock to milk out every drop of girlcum. As she felt the explosion inside her, her own orgasm triggered and her body seized, her eyes turning to static.

As Quinn's mind came back to her, she felt Jess continuing to writhe and shudder against her. She grinned and ramped up the vibration in her pussy and the intensity of the tentacle inside her girlfriend. "I know you can cum for me again, baby."

Jess gasped for air as her orgasm never quite ended, even if she had stopped squirting. She could feel it rising back up, getting so close to the edge as all of the sensation put her into a state of near overstimulation.

Quinn picked up on this and grinned. "Do you want to cum for me, baby? Tell me," she said, emphasizing the command.

Jess mewled, her body pushed to its limits. She forced out the word, "please!" She shuddered and whimpered at the intense sensations, sweat beading off her face and drifting away.

"Cum for me. Now!" The order had barely left her mouth before Jess was filling her again. She slowed the tentacle's movements and just held her girlfriend close. Eventually she stopped vibrating and moving entirely, stroking her hair. "You did such a good job for me, my beloved," she said softly, kissing her forehead.

The two floated together in the middle of the room, limbs entangled and exhausted, when Jess finally spoke. "Fuck, I love you. And I love when you take charge. Thank you!"

Quinn smiled and held her tighter. "It's my pleasure, and you make it so much fun. I love you!"

"The tentacles help, too," Jess added, chuckling.