#qu-bit

[cataclysmic-entity]

so qu-quette 🎀

[lususnatura]

@qu-tipie asked for a sinday starter and a sinday starter, you shall recieve (; i hope you like it!

blamore couldn't ask for a better start to the spring than this: renting out a cabin out by a lake for the weekend with its girlfriend, harley, to keep him company as a surprise gift to her. and of course... having plenty of fun activities to do together planned as well. blamore was just lounging with harley at the moment, however, and it had fallen asleep as a result next to her; but while they were both on a hammock. so, they were forced to be close to each other (not that blamore minded it). this did mean that if any signs showed of whatever kind of dream he was having on the outside showed, though, that there was a high possibility harley would notice them.

meaning it was made quite abundantly clear that blamore was having a wet dream soon after he started to sleep. it all started with some gentle whispering of harley's name as he rubbed his legs together. after that, blamore could feel its body surging with heat, almost as if its very being was on fire. though the creature only woke up after it had begun sweating and something shocking evidently happened in the dream. this was because, without a moment's notice, blamore woke up with a slight start — the effects the dream had on his body still very prevalent, apparently. it felt a bit like its mind was on drugs, and it soon found itself breathing heavily whilst trying to recover from the dream.

when blamore turned his head to look behind himself, only to be greeted with harley, he cleared his throat as he tried to think of a reasonable explanation for his startled awakening. but it could feel heat rise up to its cheeks all in the same breath. embarrassment soon clouded his judgment, and the skin around his cheeks became a light pink color at the feeling of his own hardness in between his legs. ❝ o-oh, hey, harley. it seems like i fell asleep. i'm sorry about that, ❞ blamore cleared his throat then. crossing one leg over the other might make it too obvious, he thought. but he also didn't want to make his desire unbearably clear to harley in the case that she might feel like she had to help him.

so, at the end of the day, blamore crossed one leg over the other and attempted to make something up to quote unquote 'take care' of it. ❝ wow... i'm all sweaty now too. that's weird, but i suppose it could be due to that new medicine i'm taking. i think i'm going to take a quick shower. for the itinerary for today, i think one of the things we have on there is to visit the lighthouse in cape may, go to the bird observatory, and... something else? yeah. so, i'll go ahead and look that up while i'm in the cabin. ❞ it got up from the hammock and made an effort not to face harley in such a way that she could notice its bulge, ❝ i hope that you've been enjoying the stay at the cabin so far, ma chérie. because i wanted to do something special for you in order to thank you for letting me stay with you during the winter, you know? ❞

[riddlesnap]

Things Your Muse Will Notice About Mine (Repost, don't reblog.)

What they look like: He's clearly seen better days. Edward is no longer the young, fresh-faced man he was back when he worked at the GCPD, his face instead having become hollow and gaunt due to months if not years of neglecting his health due to mental decline. His single-minded focus on destroying Batman leaves taking care of himself a secondary task, but he's clearly lost weight and become a pale shadow of his former self. His clothes are noticably baggy, with plasters hap-hazardly slapped on cuts, scrapes and bruises that probably haven't been properly cleansed. His cold blue eyes burn with vicious intensity, his mind still a keen blade but dangerous to wield. What they smell like: Machine oil, cheap energy drinks, grease and soot with a bit of grease of his own. Desperately in need of a good shower or three to rid him of such musty aromas. What they taste like: Various energy drinks, whatever crappy junk food he might have recently eaten and mouthwash when he remembers to brush his teeth. What they sound like: Come on, you've all played Arkham. Riddler rarely shuts up, his tone varying between a range of curious, playful and downright obnoxious regardless of whom he's speaking to. Those who've earned his ire are subjected to an array of vicious mockery and taunts, denigrating their intelligence and likening them to lesser creatures. Edward can come across as affable to newcomers or those who've piqued his curiousity but haven't outwardly done anything to earn his wrath... yet. When speaking through communicators, his voice can sound eerie due to hissing static - an effect he uses to rattle anyone listening and prove his superiority over them. What they feel like:ㅤ Firm and rangy beneath those baggy clothes. Edward's physique has become drastically lean though still strong due to hauling metal and machinery around in his workshop. His skin is coarse and greasy due to the amount of work he's been putting into his workshop and his lower jaw is covered with stubble due to the lack of recent shaving. His fingers are rough and calloused even beneath those thick gloves of his, his strong clever digits showing off the bone structure beneath his thinning frame. His body temperature is unusually high, probably due to the lack of rest and manic amount of work in which he's thrown himself into...

Tagged byStolen from: I forget! Tagging: Whoever would like to do this???

[suusoh]

I'm not able to fully respond to anyone right now, in the event I post something, it's with the intent of just removing it out of my drafts.

But I'd like to let the anon who sent their very long, honest, heartfelt, and overall very moving ask that I have received it and that my askbox, thankfully, didn't gobble up such a wonderful message. I'd like to give you a proper and equally heartfelt response when I am able my dear anon <3 along with other thoughtful asks sent on this blog or the other.

[teh-nos]

british people problems: after spending your entire life referring to "the queen" in discussions of politcs and government and so on you now have to refer to "the monarch" because you don't want to misgender them but you also don't want to accept that we're probably stuck with male ones until we finally get rid of the cunts for a few generations.

[an-au-blog]

I love women so much I love women sooo much I need to write more women

[valkyrievanessa]

Ok, today i played Punishing Gray Raven a lot and finished another chapter, Wintry Shackles.

It is the chapter of the new version of Alpha and it wasn't what i was expecting. I liked, like, a lot, but just looking into the art of the chapter, i thought something kinda different. This chapter was really cool, we discover that the Ascendant network are making a new selection, at least to Alpha, because after humanity conquered the hetero-tower, this was the ascendant network response to this event, it had to evolve basically.

Because of this new filtering that Alpha is going through, Lucia also started to go through that, so she go meet Alpha to stop this. It is simple, like a lot, but i enjoyed, Lucia and Alpha fighting together are really cool, the new Alpha boss fight is also amazing, i love this woman to DEATH, she is perfect.

Now, the final boss of this chapter, Lilith. I liked her design, her personality, the boss fight itself. But she come out of nowhere, kidnaped Lucia, had a fight against Alpha, was defeated (of course she was) and then disapeared to met Vonnegut again.

I want Lilith to be playable now, because i really liked her and she have nothing, all i know is that she is connected with project winter, and nothing more, she have nothing, literally and i want to know more about her.

I probably will play the Black Rock Shooter crossover story next, i still have to play that and i think it will be gone after it ends. I'm in a hurry to finish the main story of this game because i'm stuck on it for months and i already accepted that i will not play Limbus Company story if i at least don't finish Punishing Gray Raven latest main chapter.

So the chapter was amazing, Alpha is amazing and having her having a main chapter focused on her is really cool, she is one of my favorite characters, not my favorite, but a bit close and this new frame she have is amazing.

[cutestknife]

my first ever ttcc experience be like

[distoretion]

Going to be off tumblr for 2 days, if you need anything message me on discord.

[asheanon]

"Many bingo," Quack grinned.

In classic fashion, The Qu was given a dazzling smile as the results were turned in. There was no discretion. However...

Whether or not it was a mere trick of the eye or it truly had become quite sweltering, one could see a drop of sweat form as the esteemed violinist was met by their words and took in the paper's contents. All light that had once made its way to him had been eclipsed, their shadow overbearing. His smile was unwavering even still.

"... Many bingo indeed!"

Lo and behold, there was, in fact, many bingo. Also, was that a voice crack?

[lovinglin]

One of my mutuals is personally trying to kill me /j /lh

[lususnatura]

"Why stay in Gotham?"

throughout his life, blamore found that he'd made a surprising discovery that sometimes, the most difficult questions were the ones thought to be simple; ones like 'what do you believe in?' and 'do you like who you are?' but blamore couldn't remember a single time where a question had been posed to it about why it had stayed here all this time, when it could've easily gone back to france, or literally anywhere else. he supposed this was probably because no one ever really cared enough to ask — or, because when someone actually tried to wrestle something genuine out of it regarding what it referred to as its past life, blamore had this nasty habit of lashing out at them.

the good moments of it were hard to remember after all; mere flashes compared to all of the bad times, which were like an ever-present smog in blamore's mind. it was a mistake to open up to harley about how all of his remaining family members were likely still in annecy and so it was alone here. but at the same time, blamore almost felt kind of grateful that she asked it this question. it completely stopped in its tracks when those words escaped the other's mouth; the sound of rain beating down on the umbrella blamore carried, as well as a sharp inhale, being the only thing to fill the silence between them for a few moments.

he was still here because he wanted everyone here to suffer like how he suffered. day after day, and night after night, the creature had tried its best to do what its father would've wanted it to do after all: to 'help people because they can always be better.' but after a long line of both perceived and real betrayals by people, blamore had cast out that very same ideology, as all it had caused it was pain. if only sacha (his father) hadn't believed in these undeserving people so much... he'd still be alive, he thought. blamore turned on its heel then to face harley as it pursed its lips. with its eyes focused on the ground and blinking rapidly, it then spoke up, ❝ why does anyone stay here? just because i told you i have family in france, harley, doesn't mean that they would welcome me back into their lives with open arms. ❞

blamore's red-rimmed eyes darted up to meet harley's then. due to stress, it's grip on the umbrella it held tightened slightly, ❝ so i guess it's just a matter of me not having anywhere else to stay. and i've got unfinished business here, because i did not become like this on my own. ❞

[dinamica]

[necrofuturism]

tfw ur tiktok FYP is nothing but AM thirst traps

[whateveriwant]

Actually I'm not done talking about Mr. Simon Fucks-Himself-Stupid Riley just yet :(

I'm picturing a scenario where you, a civilian, are visiting your boyfriend at his base. Maybe you're there to deliver something, like a file he forgot at home or the lunch he said he didn't need. Either way, whatever your cover story for being there is, the end result is the same: you, on your back, knees up by your ears, sprawled across Simon's desk as he fucks you like his life depends on it.

Being a Lieutenant grants him the luxury of having a private office where he can engage in such extracurriculars, but that doesn't mean it's without some major risks – namely, prying ears that might be lurking in the hallway outside.

But being discreet shouldn't be an issue, should it? I mean, a man known infamously as “Ghost” should have no problem staying quiet, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, not only does that tight hole of yours reduce your boyfriend to a dumb, drooling mess, it makes him a dumb, drooling mess who can't keep his fucking mouth shut.

So while you have the wherewithal to clamp a hand over your lips to try muffling your lewd noises, Simon is out here moaning and groaning unabashedly like something sent forward in time from the Paleolithic. You could try asking him to cover his mouth, but it seems an impossible task; his hands are a little preoccupied with making sure he doesn't fuck you right over the edge of his desk.

While you don't want to stop, you also don't want to get caught, so you settle for urging him to keep it down. It's after a third softly gasped ‘N-Need to be qu-quiet, Si’ that your warning finally worms its way into his brain, and he acts in a way to appease you, just… not how you expect.

Swiftly, Simon removes his hold of your waist and brings one of his arms forward. He grabs for the center of his t-shirt, tugs the material up, and quickly stuffs the fabric into his mouth.

It only takes a split second for the action to happen, but immediately, you see how effective it is. The moment that standard, army-issued tee is captured between Simon's teeth, there's a drastic reduction of noise in the room.

Now, he can fuck into you with reckless abandon, and he snaps his hips forward with enough force to make your whole body ripple. Even as you pulse and constrict around him (sometimes inadvertently, sometimes not), the sounds that climb their way up Simon's throat are heavily dampened by his cotton gag.

It's as Simon begins the ascent to his peak that the cloth in his mouth really comes into play. As he pumps into you, he starts grunting lowly, gutturally, exhaling through his nostrils in quick, harsh bursts. It's a deep sound, animalistic in nature, like a bull huffing before it digs its heels into the dirt and charges.

His thrusts turn sloppier and sloppier the closer he nears his high, his hips propelled forward only by some basic hindbrain instinct. His lashes start to flutter, his eyes roll towards the back of their sockets, and when he cums, he throws his head back in a full-blown snarl.

Simon's a bit shaky on his feet after he climaxes in you, but he manages to pull out before he stumbles backwards, plopping down heavily into his chair. As you start cleaning yourself up, you see how he makes no attempt to move. He just sits there, completely brainless, pants around his ankles and t-shirt still tucked between his teeth. You have to walk over to him and purposefully tug on the shirt to get him to release it, and once it's freed, you see the damage that's been done.

In the center of Simon's shirt rests a big, blotchy wet spot, like he's tried to do his own slobbery take on the classic Rorschach test. The fabric's been wrinkled to all hell and there's a few imprints left behind from where his teeth had bitten down, and if you were to inspect the hem closely, you'd see where he popped a stitch or two in his ecstasy.

The sight of his mangled shirt has you tutting in disapproval. He can't walk out of his office looking like this, and he certainly can't forgo wearing a shirt altogether. What would the people around base say if they saw their normally put together Lieutenant looking so unkempt? You don't think he'd ever hear the end of it, nor would you for that matter.

In the meantime, as you wait for Simon's brains to un-liquify themselves, maybe you can scrounge up something else for him to wear. There's got to be something lying around here to help make him presentable once again. It's too bad as part of your cover you didn't think to bring an extra set of clothes to change into.

You'll have to remember for next time.

[spoinkledoinkers]

tell me about something that makes you happy!

HI VINNY HI

tbh I’m happy my winter break is coming up soon 😭 I need a break