#nay; WEEK

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

anakin loves it when you use him to get off. when you're on top, he can't help but watch your pretty body move rhythmically, your tits bouncing enticingly with each thrust. his hands roam freely over your body, he grips the fat of your thighs and gently guides you along his cock. his hips would rise to meet yours, his aching cock drilling deeper into you, filling you up completely.

"c'mon baby, you got it. take what's yours."

he loves the way you ride him, the way you control the pace, the way you take him deep inside you. he revels in the sounds you make, the way you moan his name, the way you cling to him as you reach your peak. he always sneaks his hand in between your thighs to rub his big thumb across your puffy clit when you least expect it.

"go on 'nd cum angel, make a mess on my cock."

he's more than happy to fulfill your needs, to be your personal plaything, and he'll do it with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. he knows that when you cum, it's because of him, and that thought alone is enough to drive him wild.

[tsunael]

wolcred week |  1. 'the first.'

They all knew it was coming. Either their brightest star would claim the last of the Light, or the Light would claim her.

What were they to do but careen to their inevitable deaths? He had sacrificed one lamb for another, and now a third was to be laid upon the butcher's block. How many must die so that another might live?

He would not forget the sight of the woman before him, holding her outstretched hands aloft as the curtain of Light parted one last time to reveal the night sky in all her glory. Menphina smiled down in a smirk of a crescent for their efforts, and just as she had appeared, was the curtain drawn once again.

He didn’t need an aetherometer to see that Tsuna was suffused– the aether was thick, cloying enough to be seen. The ewer of her body failed to contain it, finally splitting at the seams for a means of escape.

Their ascian friend dealt the final blow. The Exarch, in his well-meaning duplicity, left for dead. And then Tsuna slumped to the ground, just as lifeless.

He ought to be angry– furious– for Urianger’s joint deception, for his own empty hands, or for the cards Sister Fate had dealt them time and time again, but the queer feeling roiling within him was not one of anger, but of fear. He stood there, powerless, shaking to his core whilst the twins rushed to Tsuna’s aid alongside Ryne.

Even Minfilia could not wholly extinguish the Light– she could only freeze it in time– and as Ryne sank to her knees beside the supine woman in hopes of doing the same, he could only watch in abject horror.

“Give her room,” he barked, though the twins were undeserving of his ire as he approached. They still took a collective step back.

Brilliant white blood readily trickled from Tsuna’s nose, and by way of her laboured breathing it was evident that she was being torn apart by a force of which a layman could not hope to see. Something within Tsuna was stirring, whether it was brought about by her own will, or by Ryne’s suppression, he couldn’t know.

It began first in her hands as they twitched and grasped for purchase, then her spine as it coiled. Her eyes snapped open, hungry and searching, as she lunged for the Oracle’s throat in hopes of supping upon the wellspring.

Thancred fell to his knees, wrestling the woman onto her back as an inhuman screech tore from her throat. “Don't stop!”  he cried out, harsh with concerted effort. There was an unnatural strength burgeoning within her tiny frame that even as a man grown he struggled to contend with, and if Ryne did not finish the ritual, it would swallow them whole.

Ryne was shaken, but nothing if not determined. The power flowed through her once more, and Tsuna’s struggles came to a head. She thrashed upon the ground against his weight, spitting blood, and gnashing teeth. She would bite her tongue if it kept up-- he could barely hold her steady long enough for Ryne to work in her magicks. 

“In our lifetime, please!” 

"I'm trying!" "Ryne made a frustrated growl of effort as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. The very aether about them seemed to compress, tangible enough that even he could feel it become leaden as it coalesced.

Tsuna cried out one last time, waning to a whine as she pushed wildly against his arms, seizing. Her legs writhed as if a sudden, great pain knifed through her. And then all was silent. 

Ryne immediately flagged, catching herself on the marble. Her power had all but been exhausted whilst he held the aftermath limp in his arms. Y’shtola and Urianger had begun to crowd about, to inquire, to plan, to move, but all he could do was hold the small woman in his arms, and pray to the Twelve, unseen, that the Light did not break through once again whilst their last bastion was too weak to hold.

“Ryne,” he called, softly, intently. Apology was writ together in his tone. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, though he knew she waned, looking close to tears from it all.

He swallowed thickly, realising he shared in the sentiment. 

Adjusting Tsuna’s body in his arms, he felt just how cold she had grown. They needed a chirurgeon's assistance, and to get off this Godsforsaken rock, but more than that they needed a miracle. His hands would not stop trembling.

“Ryne, you know that I would not deign to ask a favour of you.” He breathed for a long moment, hanging his head low in penance. “Gods–” He swore. “You have to help her. I– We can’t lose her to this.”

Ryne stared back at him, having caught her breath, eyes wide, and glassy. She was searching him for something he couldn't know.

She opened her mouth, before aborting the question. Finally, she pursed her lips, looking uneasy in a way that only managed to make him feel worse. 

“I’ll do what I can,” she whispered, and he had no choice but to believe.

[ohitslen]

Part 1 of this thing that doesn’t actually have a steady flow

But wouldn’t it be so funny that the guy you get along with just fine is the brother of the guy that you feel like wanting to shower after making eye contact? Because I think it is

Apologies for the weird colors I did my best with the lighting I have 🧎‍♀️

[sootandpepper]

tristamp saverem bros cause I'm now on my second time watching trigun stampede HAVDJAJ

[alcordraws]

I think it's interesting how heavily Nai leans on being the "older brother".

Like, in all the scenes with the twins as little kids together, I don't think they ever denote which is older and which is younger. They're mirror images of each other, proper identical twins. Vash has an insecurity over not having any obvious plant powers, but in all other things, they seem to be equal (ie Vash having pass codes that Nai doesn't, picking up the piano and immediately expecting for Nai to pick up what he's putting down despite it having a different tone to what Nai started with).

I think it's specifically after they find Tesla that Nai starts thinking himself as the "older" brother. (Also interesting that Tesla's coloring is closer Vash's and that her mutilation can be paralleled with Vash's). People will never change. They tore an independent apart once, they'll do it again (Nai even says as much that with Vash having no powers, he's weak and helpless, little more than a pet, so Nai has to be the one to protect him.)

He's surely read the story of Cain and Abel. How a human, fueled by jealousy of his beloved younger brother, killed him and declared that he was not his brother's keeper. Well, Nai would make a better older brother. He would never make a human's mistake of taking a younger sibling for granted. And what's funny to me is that while Vash acknowledges Nai as his older brother, he never directly calls him "big brother Nai" (whereas we do have Livio and the orphanage kids calling Wolfwood "Nico-nii"), so I like to think at some point Vash let Nai have the older brother title as some form of appeasement.

It's also just. Argh. The way Vash wants to absorb all pain onto himself but Nai wants to hurt everyone except for Vash. And then the pain and anger he levels on humans rebounds onto Vash, who blames himself for it anyways rather than blame the humans the way Nai wants. What a vicious cycle.

[s7ven-art]

ONCE I CALLED YOU BROTHER, ONCE I THOUGHT THE CHANCE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH IS ALL I EVER WANTED

[lankylunatic]

Finally threw together the little page of Nai from a redemption AU! He is a yeehaw howdy man now and a little more mellow after being ya yeeted through time and space with his twin and the merry band of idiots

[motziedapul]

I personally think we all moved on too quickly from this 🫶🏾

Art by @wait_nsee on Twitter (commissioned as a donation to Palestinian causes!)

"Jack Robin" or John Isaac Weekes

"J" The Journalist

From the Hi Nay Podcast 👁️

[hinaliix]

Long time, no doodles

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[yourfaveissecretlysas]

Off in the distance... I hear the cry for aid. A cry for justice for the misinformed, a cry for justice for the harassed...

I answer.

[st4rfckerz]

anakin skywalker who deeply hums "mhm" a few times against your pussy while he eats you out because he knows you're getting close.

[heich0e]

trigun college!au where knives doesn't think you're good enough for vash, and hates how close the two of you seem to be getting as your friendship develops. so of course the obvious solution is to fuck you within an inch of your life on a semi-regular basis so that you don't get any ridiculous ideas about trying to date his little brother.

[mllllonsknlves]

He may not be actively trying to unalive all of humanity anymore, but that doesn't mean he likes them,

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[poomphuripan]

New stills from Q12 of Up Poompat (Ming) and Poom Phuripan (Joe) in iQIYI and YYDS's My Stand-In (2024), dir. Pepzi Banchorn Vorasataree & Khom Kongkiat Khomsiri