#oh yeah definitely..

[moonstruckdraws]

Sibling Secret

Amphitrite: "You know, I feel like my husband prefers everyone over me. You too, even in your current state."

A lil bit of sadness for Amphitrite & Poseidon. Since Nerites doesn't appear in any other myths (that I know of), and is still a shellfish, I think he'd be who Amphitrite would confide in all the time.

And shellfish Nerites is worrying over his older sister of course

In the myth of Nerites and Aphrodite, Nerites refuses to go with Aphrodite to Olympus because he wanted to stay with his sisters and parents. Nerites values his family greatly, and I'm sure the Nereids are the same. And with him being a lover to Poseidon, though since Greek mythology isn't exactly the most consistent in when events happened when, but I am going with that Amphitrite married Poseidon after. Because I think Amphitrite would initially think Nerites turned into a shellfish because of Poseidon, adding to the reason she fled from his hand in marriage.

Anyway- this is just a bummed out Amphitrite with her husband being gone and pursuing others so much he forgets to give her some attention. She's just lonely and didn't know who else to confide in. A palace and open ocean can feel suddenly too big if the one who's supposed to be with you is gone for so so long. I'm sure her confiding in Nerites is comforting, since he was a lover to Poseidon, as it is difficult, as the two seemed more active in their bond compared to her and Poseidon.

[verflares]

be not afraid. death is not the end.

[quiltwhere]

snnzzzzzz mimimimi sssnnnnzzzzz mimimimi

[theartingace]

Turning your pose studies into the blorbo(Murderbot) also shown to be equally effective!

[ryescapades-archived]

rin itoshi + nsfw + "don't act so shy now" please!!! thank you sm <3

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prompt: 11 - “don’t act so shy now,” characters: itoshi rin (bllk) x f!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! overstim, fingering, squirting, implied multiple orgasms, petname (baby), use of y/n once, teasing, lmk if there's more :') wc ~ 1k (not proofread!)

a/n: tysm for participating anon! wrote this as an expansion to this little brainrot i had yesterday

itoshi rin is getting restless.

the heat on the practice field is oddly suffocating, the clothes sticking to his back feels strange and icky, his goals aren’t hitting, his passes are lukewarm at best and impractical at worst, his teammates are more irritating than usual… among other things.

he’s fucking restless, and the aforementioned issues are not even the source of it.

rin slouches on the bench, leg bouncing as he reigns in the urge to literally bite his infuriating teammate's head off who’s sitting beside him and has been prattling on and on about the match. his coach had told him to sit the second half out, considering how much of a joy he had been acting the past almost half an hour.

his phone buzzes again in his duffel bag by his feet, the vibration sending his teeth grinding against each other in agitation. he pulls it out and immediately opens the message app to your contact just as another text from you comes in.

and there it is. the root of all his problems.

‘have i told you i missed you today? no?? i miss you rinnie :))‘ the text reads. and it would’ve sounded completely innocent if not for the image attachment you’d shared along with it.

it’s a selfie of you in the mirror, looking all pretty and absolutely his while wearing one of his jerseys. no pants, no bra, and no underwear. rin found that out from all the other– how many was it again? probably seven or eight pictures you’d sent prior to this one.

a wave of feverishness rushes inside his veins, flowing down south and making his blood boil until he can feel his pants tightening at his groin. his control is persisting on a fine thread, waiting to snap just at the right moment–

his phone vibrates in his hand. one text of ‘i think she misses you too lol’ and another scandalous photo that insinuates the heaven between your ridiculously sinful thighs later, rin thinks his mind has blacked out from that point on. the last of his control splinters and fractures into bits, and he’s already gathering his stuff from the ground before he heads towards the exit with no more than a muttered “i’m going home,” towards his coach.

the drive back feels like a nonexistent event to his brain, and so is the moment he steps through the threshold, teal hues darkening when they connect with your pair of frozen, unblinking eyes as if resembling a deer caught in headlights. “r-rin? you’re back early… how was–”

everything passes by in a blur and the next thing you know, rin has you sat with him on the bed, back against his chest and jersey bunching on your navel as he pulls another earth-shattering orgasm out of you with his fingers. “come on, baby. you can give me one more, can’t you?” he murmurs against your ear.

tears clump your lashes together, and the hitched breath erupts into a broken whine when rin starts another ruthless pace, his middle and ring fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt to make you fall over the edge again.

“rin–” your hips buck in his hold as you barely notice the drenched sheets underneath your ass from how much you’ve been coming. “‘s too much, i can’t–” you whimper, thighs shaking from the overstimulation and threatening to close before rin hooks one of them beneath his and keeps a firm grip on the other, hindering you from hiding away.

“should’ve thought of that before sending those pictures to me,” he tuts against the side of your head and relishes the way you squeeze around his digits, soaking them with your slick and cum even more. his own arousal grows, digging further into your back and pushing against the constraint of his pants as your hand weakly tries to push him off.

wouldn’t be surprising if there’s already a wet patch there but he’ll take care of that later. for now, you need to be taught a lesson first after teasing him like that.

there’s a dirty cacophony of wet squelching sounds, your moans and his grunts that continues to echo in the room. rin pays it no mind, moving his thumb to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit instead. your eyes roll to the back of your head, the constant drag of his deft fingers against your sensitive walls making you delirious and drunk in an unstable cloud of maddening lust.

another broken sound spills from your parted lips as more slick visibly gushes out between his fingers, causing you to turn and hide your reddened face in his neck. “don’t act so shy now. didn’t you say this pussy missed me? i’m just giving her what she wants,” he gruffly says before gripping your chin to make you watch him play with your body as he pleases.

that familiar heat pools in your stomach, burning up your entire body in a flame of carnal desire as your next climax approaches. rin, however, is becoming impatient. he did mentally decide for one last time before he fucks you on his cock, after all.

desperate now more than ever to get on to the latter part of his decision, his fingers keep the relentless pace on your poor cunt as he rests his palm on your lower belly and gently presses down.

there’s a slight pause in your labored pants, the air getting stuck in your throat before you keen, a sharp and dizzying sense of pleasure colliding against your very mind, body and soul like a tidal wave. you’re once again thrown off the cliff, shattering and coming undone with a ruptured cry of his name tearing from your mouth.

“shit, y/n.” he curses, unable to take his eyes off the sight of you squirting on his fingers as his cock throbs even harder, your cum dripping down to his wrist in an obscene trail.

holy fuck, that might’ve been the hottest thing rin has ever experienced in his entire life.

i’m ovulating don’t look at me taglist open !

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[maddaddist]

My sweet angel of death.

Did you come to save me from my agony?

[stars-obsession-pit]

Bruce Wayne had at one point been working on a device to guarantee Gotham would always have a protector. In the event of his death, the machine could grow a clone of him and implant a copy of his memories into them, creating a new Batman to succeed him.

He eventually gave up on the idea before it ever came to full fruition.

But even in its incomplete state, he had created just enough for Clockwork to hijack it.

Phantom’s soul was in a perilous state, unlikely to survive without being attached to a new body. And luckily, the device provided an ideal way to facilitate that. Plus, the Waynes would undoubtedly support his recovery too. Well, at least once they got over the panic at his existence they would.

[gatoburr0]

Hehe hiii samurai shiver Hii um!!

Also yes I designed the tattoos from scratch and I still gotta do the one on her back 😪

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[oobbbear]

I put him in a microwave

Probably gonna refine and then rig it when I have time

[evilherehotel]

hey inanimate improv. hey. wtf was that

[erwinsvow]

something something charlie reid turns you from an ambitious career oriented type of girl into a docile housewife. maybe you finished school and you were going to go onto grad school but he convinced you that it wasn’t the right decision even though you had always been convinced it was. but charlie is older and really smart and he sort of talks you through an easy simple life with not much at all to worry about. asks you to move into his house right around when applications were due so you never got around to them in the midst of all the craziness of packing and shopping (with his credit card, of course. he doesn’t like you spending a dime of your own money.) and him coming home to you waiting with his scotch and a dinner that you had cooked and taking you upstairs to thank you at the end of the night has become the favorite part of your day. and then when your friends ask why you didn’t end up going back to school you don’t really have an answer, but you just make up some stuff about how it wasn’t the right time and you’re really focused on yourself right now and your life with charlie. you tell them about the recipes you’ve tried and the books you’re reading and the sunroom you’re redecorating but they give you some odd looks and the conversation isn’t nearly as supportive as you thought it would be. but at night when you and him curl up together and you tell him about what your friends said, he doesn’t get defensive or angry, something you thought would be a clear sign of a red flag. he just holds onto you a little tighter and asks if your friends are the jealous type because it seems that might be the logical explanation. did they have any reasons why it’s wrong for you to hold off on school right now? lots of additional stress, no income, more student loans, no job certainty these days. and you.. agree with him. they didn’t have a real reason. and then he says that you’ve always been supportive of them so they don’t seem like very good friends. maybe some time goes by and there’s some young wives in your neighborhood (yours and charlie’s street, that is) and you befriend them. they don’t seem fazed that you’re not going back to school. the only thing they prod about is when you’re getting a diamond on your finger and how they’re glad charlie has you because a man like that deserves a good girl. and you get a sense of possessiveness but also feel surprisingly giddy—like of course they’re right. you should be lucky to be with someone like charlie. your whole life girls complained about boys treating them terribly and ignoring them and splitting the bill on the first date (which you never thought was a bad thing—it seems like a perfectly normal thing to do, you don’t expect a guy to pay for everything just because he’s the guy. but your first date with charlie, he had taken you to a fancy place where politicians and business people came to eat, and the waiter had handed the check to him straight away. and when you looked at him, not even offering, just looking, he had made an expression saying don’t be stupid without words.) and here you have a man who wants to take care of you and leave you with nothing to worry about and you’re supposed to believe there’s something wrong with that? so you get invited to morning run clubs and baby showers in the neighborhood and hear the same jokes about how you’ll be next, and you tell charlie those jokes later that night in bed and he says do you want to be next? we can make that happen. and then before you know it your friends from school are getting save the dates and baby shower invitations and the sort of life you had imagined for yourself has been replaced with the kind of life charlie wants for you.

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it? It's a little problematic. 🤨

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

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TRANSCRIPT

Bad: Go to the left, go to the left and–

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right! This way?

Bad: Left. Left left left!

Tubbo: [Shouting over him] SORRY!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Bad: You got it!

Tubbo: Thank you.

Bad: Yippee!

Foolish: [Laughs as he imitates Tubbo] "I don't know my left and right!"

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Foolish: [Chuckling] That was awesome.

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!! I think you're just dumb!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! It literally does.

Bad: No it doesn't!

Tubbo: I feel– Dude, I– [Puts his head in his hands] Mate.

Bad: [Sounding a little less-certain] ...Does it?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Does it actually?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Wait, really???

Tubbo: YEAH!

Foolish: Way to go Bad, now you're just an asshole.

Bad: Aw... :(

Tubbo: That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Foolish: [Laughs]

Fit: [Sarcastic] Yeah, it's not real guys, it's not real.

Bad: No, I feel like he's making this part up!

Foolish: You see how he was mansplaining it to you? He was kinda mansplaining it too...

Tubbo: [Rubbing his temples] Just mansplaining to me dyslexia.

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it?

Bad: No! I'm just asking if he's being serious or not!

Fit: It's a little problematic. 🤨

Bad: So it really isn't obvious, like your words?

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

[ryllen]

" no one will know ~~ ♥♥♥ "

- more like me thinking of Trey going ham if Jade is in a pinch

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 254

So. Danny might have accidentally become a bit of a cryptid. He didn’t mean to, but he’d become a bit nocturnal- like many an Amity Parker- and it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t be bothered to make sound when he was tired. Or pretend to breathe or, okay, he could see why he kept freaking people out at the grocery store he kept going to. 

But it wasn’t his fault! He has to get food too! And really is it anyone else’s business? Seriously he thought that people wouldn’t be so surprised with how much magic is everywhere. Like you’d think they’d never seen someone who wasn’t fully human before or something. 

Oh great, there’s a journalist at the grocery store now- he’s going to ignore that and finish his shopping and then continue his online work. Ooh, and eat icecream. He deserves it for potentially putting up with this. 

Oh, it’s a little baby reporter, first couple of article thing. Adorable.