#rub rails

[venusandsaturnsrings]

every time someone normal seeming likes one of my tame posts i feel the need to post something deranged… like firing off warning shots to keep rent down… anyways…

did he like getting rough in bed? yes, most definitely, but boothill had never delved into anything further than smacking you around, choking you, or getting a bit mean with his thrusts and words. anything more… serious, for lack of better words, hadn’t been on his plate before mainly due to him not previously having a real relationship and not being super into little flings; something insecure still nibbled at his body. yet he still wanted to try something new and exciting that would let him have real control over you in a way he hadn’t before so, he began scrolling through forums and sites with his phones volume silenced as he perused different kinks and ideas for something that would scratch that itch. then he found it, just the kind of thing he’d been looking for.

preparation was nothing more than a couple minutes of thinking and testing the scrappy motels stability before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, hat thrown on the table that was missing something that made it rattle obnoxiously. he waited, metal and silicone uncomfortably strained and needing your touch in his stupidly tight pants, for your arrival. when you walked in, boothill was immediately on his feet wrapping his iron arms around you while cooing something about a surprise that made your gut stir. he kissed you sweet and gentle before taking you further into the room where in a neat row atop the bed sat an array of weapons you didn’t think he’d even be able to carry. some you couldn’t even identify with the sharp edges and complex triggers seeming to contradict each other. yet stood behind you chattering about testing, ‘all these beauty’s out on my beauty,’ was boothill who somehow procured all twenty-two; you counted. with a thick swallow, you asked what exactly he’d be doing to which he smiled all sharp teeth and practically demanded you strip.

naked and admittedly nervous, you watched as he plucked a long and slender knife from his charcuterie of weaponry. the blade was at least six inches and when he dragged it across the poor quality cotton and something trashy sheets, it made a clean slice through. even boothill seemed surprised, whistling quickly before bringing the blade to sit firm against your throat. he seemed eager and giddy and he hadn’t hurt you before so you doubted he would now but then he slide it across and you felt the bite of metal split your skin. ruby beaded and slipped down your chest as your eyes stung and he pushed you back to lap up every drop that threatened to slip down and away from sight.

he brought the blade across your whole body, silver nipping at every place he deemed appropriate until you were shaking and hazy beneath him. boothill hummed to himself more than anything as he finally brought himself between your legs for his prize.

“ya’ trust me a bit too much, sugar, but don’t cha’ worry,” he slipped himself through your wetness admiring the crystalline tears travelling your lashes, “gon’ take good care of this lil hole now. once ya’ wake up, we’ll have a nice big talk ‘bout yer silly head bein too dumb to understand danger. then, maybe, have a go at this with my gun. not gon’ blow yer brains out, promise. my darlin’s too pretty to be splattered on the wall…”

[starcurtain]

Galladay Fic I Want to Read

"Look, I understand we are complete strangers who have never laid eyes on each other before I grabbed your clothing, but so help me god if you don't tuck this shirt in properly, I might actually die."

It's the opposite of a meet cute. It's the meet appalled.

Sunday: I don't think I can fix this, but the Lord will not forgive me if I don't try.

Gallagher: Oh, I'm about to make him so much worse.

[lameow-l]

trying to make sense of his gay shirt

3 days left…

[annqer]

To you, my dear audience, I dedicate my performance...

[dazedpainter]

space cowboy!!

[auraee]

- My personal theory on Boothill. -

After I read the little there was on his story through the Wiki page, my mind began to wander. Also keep in mind I don’t have full understanding of star-rail as a story, but I grew incredibly curious about this cyborg galaxy ranger (plus he’s hot so—).

From what I know, Boothill might (I’m not entirely sure here I’m piece ideas I’ve had together) be currently hunting someone down. Someone who’s falsely claiming themselves to be a member of the organisation that he works for and he currently has a surging vendetta the corporation responsible of the economy for the entire cosmos. That last part piqued my interest.

Why?

Why is one guy suddenly looking to seek attention of a massive organisation? What are his intentions? I’m not here to say that he’s flashy nature isn’t a part of who he is, but I feel like he’s doing purposely and it’s worked because his flamboyant nature had been acknowledged by them. But then that made me wonder about his “name”. Boothill to me sounds like more of a code name than an actual name that someone decided to give their son.

Maybe…that’s why he chasing down this organisation? I mean I don’t know what led up to him losing most of his body, but maybe that wasn’t the only thing he lost. What if he doesn’t remember who he was before he became Boothill? That he naturally only uses that as a substitute name at the fault of his hazy memory? I believe that Boothill might not remember his past life — at least not completely from back when he was human. Perhaps this company or a member inside the company (quite possibly one of the higher ups) could know a thing or two and provide clues or very well be the culprit themselves.

I just don’t believe Boothill is his actual name.

[oedonchapeldweller]

maybe someday i will finish these lol

[pinkrose05]

So I was checking the score list of the Rating Pistol™ for a fun little endeavor and-

....did they really give my man the fucking number of life??

[silverfoxstole]

As someone who has read a considerable amount about the Regency period, The Devouring is making me want to throw my phone across the room.

Apart from the historical issues, I think even Blackadder the Third presented a more accurate version of the Prince Regent and Audacity robbing her guests just made me think of Dennis Moore and his lupins, or Adam Ant in the video for Stand and Deliver.

[feral-and-or-horny]

“ the monster begins pushing its eggs into my womb. Heavy, slimy eggs that stretch their way through my pussy before forcing their way into my womb. The monster then fills me with its cum to fertilize the eggs” —— that’s kind of a stupid reproductive strategy, self-fertilizing your own eggs is very bad for a lineage’s genetic health in the long run, why can’t it just use parthenogenic embryo eggs to put in people and not inbreed with itself?

Probably because I'm a writer who focuses on character driven gothic fiction when I'm not writing just for the hell of it, and because I haven't taken a biology class since I was 15, and because everything on here is a glorified draft that will never have any connection to my professional career, so I don't do extensive research on hypothetical reproductive systems like I would if I ever intended to publish it anywhere other than the horny side of tumblr

[stargayzingg04]

I got a stylus, you might be seeing some art from me soon

[nyxthejinx]

Hello, it's been a while since I wrote, the university is crazy. Location: Sumeru desert. Local time: Midnight "Wow wow, my dear big brother found himself a new pet to call family…they're so cutesy I get…Yuck!" -Scarlet swung her greatsword and threw it between Diluc and the traveler, hitting a column and making it fall and almost crushed them. The Scarlet Fury of the Fatui let out a loud laugh that seemed like the laugh of the devil himself, raised her hand and returned her command to it, from her body came an aura that did not belong to any elemental order of this world. -

"What did Dottore do to you?" -Diluc was disconcerted, in front of him was the only person for whom he would break the heavens, he almost did not recognize her, not because of her Fatui uniform, but because of the murderous look she projected towards the man- "Concentrate on the fight, big brother" -she replied with a grim smile, charging her attack against the red-haired man with the greatsword charged with dark energy- -Diluc could barely contain the blow, gritting his teeth fighting to return that tremendous force. The traveler attacked the Fatui from behind, but he dodged it in a fluid movement, and the blonde had no choice but to crash into Diluc for that maneuver- -A flash of purple electricity was detected by the Fatui who dodged a downward attack from Cyno- "Fatui… Your actions will be judged against my strength" -the general of the Mahamatra speaks seriously, very enraged by the danger in which the traveler found himself. While the Fatui looked at him with eyes full of sparkles of stars and his cheeks flushed, accompanied by a smile full of jubilation-

… "And then we were tied, and he told me that next time I won't be so lucky" -the redhead Fatui muffled a cry into the pillow she was hugging, resembling a love-struck fifteen-year-old- "The General of the Mahamatra is such an electrifying man"

"Less fantasies of lovers and more attention to the next one, that Cyno guy broke an arm, four ribs and not to mention that your uniform was shattered" -Dottore furiously reminded the teenager of the results of his confrontation against the man- "I heard you like that game of cards and dice, should I get you some new cards or a custom case instead?"

"Damn it, Scarlet"

{In the city of Sumeru there was a bedridden Cyno with various sections of his body in casts and an angry ranger guarding him}

I swear- I SWEAR I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THAT CONCEPT. I swear I try to write a single chapter, but it goes down the drain because I change my mind like, instantly. I've been shaping and reshaping this story so much during these months + every update contributed to that 🦍

I cannot thank you enough for fanning the flame because this had me feeling all silly and goofy (as if we weren't talking about a war criminal who's probably banned from 6/7 regions of Teyvat). The fact that it was a Childe x reader doesn't mean I won't lose my shit over that dad-jokes-spitting-machine we love so much.

They're enemies to lovers, your honour, idc that cyno is a justice fanboy. Reader is mostly crazy af, but they also spit some rational good shit from time to time, things that will have Cyno wracking his brain. Things that are, like, a new mad and feverish perspective on the world, one he never considered and maybe isn't so wrong.

It's such a wicked concept, who's gonna give in first? I think no one would be able to abandon their path, honestly.

Cyno can see where they're getting with their logic, but their ways are simply wrong and so deranged. There are times when he catches a glimpse of the real rag!sibling, and he thinks it'd be amazing if he could free them from their ties with the fatui. But he knows it's just a silly fantasy.

While reader finds Cyno's devotion to lawfulness cute, to say the least. He's so pure and precious, but also deadly, of course they'd find him attracting. It's not enough to stop them from dirtying their hands, though... They've been feasting on violence all their life, as if they'd stop now.

They'll show their weird affection through violence and murder attempts </3

But yeah I'm gonna review this story again bye aheuwheh

[cryptvokeeper]

So there was this “acne has nothing to do with how clean your skin is it’s just hormones” post on my dash earlier that I didn’t reblogged cuz the whole thing felt sus and upon further research I was in fact right. The reason hormones cause acne is because they can cause your skin to secrete more oil which, when mixed with bacteria on your skin, can cause acne! So like, yeah, hormones DO cause acne but keeping your skin clean can still mitigate the effects!

[eddies-house]

don’t know what the deal is but I’m hurting extra bad over Eddie tonight, I’m talking chest pains

[bigboybutch]

thinking thoughts about a devoted femme rubbing out the knots in my shoulders

[slutcoresblog]

On one side I wanna get f*cked so hard I can’t walk anymore and on the other side I don’t wanna be touched at all…(((still horny