you know what would be even worse? forcing zander to whip cathal. or wren, but i think wren could handle it better. do you think anyone could make him? even if it wasnt cain?
OH ANON THAT WOULD BE WORSE (or better? Depending on how you look at it??? I think it’s neat-)
Cain might but I did receive signals from my sources (Edwin) that perhaps :3c Vanessa would be interested in this kind of thing :3c
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for the ask game, you seem like a person who runs on four hours of sleep and drinks a lot of caffeinated stuff and is somehow still alive
Hahahaha you are painfully right dear anon
I live on pure spite and mischief
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“that’s what you want, isn’t it? to be mine? forever?”
… idk y’all i think ascended astarion is kinda okay i mean—
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Is it hot in here, or are your boobs just huge?
An obvious look of disgust appeared on her face as she slowly pulls out a throwing dagger. "One more line like that and I am shoving this in your gut....cherie~"
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@jegulus-microfic / wings / 238 words / a little flirty exchange during wimbledon
“Could you ask your friend to behave?” Regulus whispered in Sirius’ ear as he watched James swallow a plate of wings at the main court of fucking Wimbledon. Sirius didn’t even react, he was clearly extremely busy texting his boyfriend, who was getting them all drinks.
“I can hear you,” James muttered with a mouth full, his eyes fixed on the food he was devouring.
“Eavesdropping as well as talking with your mouth full are also bad-manners, Potter.” Regulus paused his scolding to hand James a napkin. “I’ve met your mother and I'm certain she taught you better than that.”
James discarded the napkin and started licking his fingers, “Wow! Already meeting the parents? You like to go fast, don’t you?”
Regulus didn’t even register he was being spoken to; he couldn’t. His eyes were stuck on the way James’ lips and tongue sucked one last finger.
“Staring is not polite either, Regulus.” Oh. He wanted to hear his name come out of James’ mouth over and over again.
“I wasn’t staring,” Regulus scoffed.
“Your blush is saying otherwise, love.” Now that was something Regulus couldn’t wait to hear again.
“Already calling me pet names?”
James lit up at the response. He leaned in closer and whispered, “I’ll call you anything you want me to, Regulus.”
For the rest of the match, all Regulus could think of was James' lips, his fingers, his voice, and, oh, his eyes.
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thinking about an asexual friend group going on a camping trip to crystal lake and jason just being like. extremely chill the whole time. like, jason voorhees only starts killing when young adults start fucking, and what if they didnt fuck, then what?
imagining this lake zombie chilling in the shadows near a campfire, listening to these asexuals talk about their experiences, and as soon as the concept of being sex repulsed comes up, he just emerges from the bushes and sits down with them. hes just sets the machete down and quietly listens. nods a little from time to time. grabs the mechete when somebody brings up not hating sex, but sets it back down because hes enjoying the conversation.
i think after that jason would just hang out in the woods near the camp. wave back when the campers notice, but not interact again because hes never done that, and be a little sad when they go. he doesnt stop murdering people who fuck by his lake, but he does remember those people he didnt murder that one time very fondly.
and that asexual friend group leaves thinking "man, that super scary nonverbal guy looked and smelled like shit. pretty sure he was a lake monster. super nice though, hope hes here next summer :)"
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[ -blows up- gghhttt. Edgar and terra.......... ]
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invisible string 🤝 laugh track (feat. phoebe bridgers) by the national
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DAMN I FORGOT THAT'S MY GIRL BY FIFTH HARMONY FOR KNUX AND AMY. AND NEW RULES BY DUA LIPA!! (Specifically about sonic and scouge in winter's case)
My love
He makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else
But my love
He doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself...
One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone-
Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again-
Three: Don't be his friend,
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'.
And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.
I got new rules, I count 'em.
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