#self induglent

[motiveloss]

The Process of Creation

All of it by me :)

[real-odark]

breakfast club designs + height chart no one asked for !!!!

[nemofil]

(to the tone of legendary from epic the musical) give me good sleep and a blankie

[idlingmoons]

quick sandman doodle, wanted to get cuddly with him today

sandman and gitm belong to @/venomous-qwille

[thestarwarslesbian]

NEW AHSOKA THEORY!

What if Ezra isn't Ezra but an illusion and Thrawn knows that because Ezra is Enoch?

Like Thrawn just wants to send Sabine on a wild goose chase for the illusion becuase the Illusion was created in the force by Ezra to convice the nightsisters that Thrawn would be heir to the empire (even thouh he doesn't want to), and that him and Thrawn are enamies. So that when they have made it back to their galaxy, real Ezra and Thrawn deffet the nightsisters and go back to their respected homes, Ezra Lothal and Thrawn back to the Chiss Accendancy to be with Eli.

So when Ahsoka and Sabine return they are confused as Thrawn and the Empire and not at war with everyone. But imagine them finding Ezra back to Lothal with the loth cats on a Holocall with Thrawn begging him to meet the famous Eli Vanto he has been hearing about for 10 years. Like the converstion with Ahsoka and Sabine would be fuuny, something like this:

Sabine: I'm so happy your safe, but how did you get home you sort of just disapeared? Ezra: Yeah. So Ezra you saw was an illusion. I was really Enoch. Ahsoka: But how did Thrawn not realise? Ezra: Oh it was his plan to get me past the nightsisters. Hera: But why would he do that? Ezra: So that he could get back to his boyfriend quicker. Everyone, minus Ezra: WHAT!!! Ezra: Yeah some ex imperial named Eli Vanto, he deflected to Thrawn's homeplanet before he even knew about Thrawn. Ghost Anakin: I knew their was something fruity about him. Esspecily becuase of the way he talked about Vanto.

[iwaasfairy]

If this fic works out,,, monsterfuckers are in for a treat no joke

[azuneekun]

ive been so caught up in drawing fanart i realize i kinda forget to make content for my farmers too 😅

[theeflowerofcarnage]

one thing i really like abt bg3 is that u can never really play the same save twice i took a wrong turn in the shadowlands and ended up in a place ive never been before

[shera-dnd]

For those who don't know, I live in a tropical island that is just covered in beautiful beaches and lakes and rivers and all that good stuff

Sounds lovely, right?

Well that kind of stuff causes a small problem called "tourism". Which like doesn't sound like much a problem, tourists bring money and that helps the island's economy right?

Yeah that's a cute thought.

Tourism actually causes this infuriating little feedback loop. The more people come over, the more the city invests in making itself appealing for tourists, which causes more tourists to come, which gives them more money to invest on that, and so on and so forth

You see the problem? You see that literally none of that money is going back to the people of the island or its infrastructure?

That every summer I end up trapped in countless traffic jams, because the island is flooded with literal millions of people

That I have to go through months of power outages and plumbing issues, because the island's infrastructure was simply not built for a load like that

NOT TO FUCKING MENTION THE POLUTION IN ALL ITS UNBEARABLE FORMS

Like I'm 300% sure hawaiian people and pacific islanders of all kinds have written about this in much more dept and with far more nuance than me

BUT FUCK MY LIFE THE POWER WENT OUT ALMOST 10 TIMES IN THE PAST WEEK AND I WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM!

[hesgomorrah]

For the WIP post: smile ? :D

from the devil made me do it (but i also kinda wanted to) (trapcahy cnc)

Francis' heart leapt along with the rattling shelves as he was boxed in by two strong, dexterous surgeon's hands. He could feel hot breath against his neck, hear the barest hint of a ruthlessly charming smile in the words. "Sure you do."

send me a word and i'll tell you if it appears in my works in progress!

[marientieva]

A self indulgent reigen where he is wearing the outfit i had on two days ago.

[quiveringdeer]

alright now that's out the way, tending to my unfortunately scale afflicted monstera deliciosa had me thinking back to that first camera roll challenge I posted with Reiner.

The idea of him getting a little plant after a suggestion from his therapist. Something to livin up his apartment a bit and also that will require him to take care of but isn't as demanding in care as an animal. Which he just couldn't fathom being a caretaker for in his current mental state.

And so he gets that first little plant. Probably a pothos cause they're pretty forgiving no matter if you overwater, underwater, and have minimal sunlight.

And the plant is doin pretty good after he follows googled instructions on the proper size pot to start it off in considering how big the nursery pot was.

A couple weeks have gone by and he comes home to see two of the lower leaves turned yellow! Did this happen while he was gone? Has he not been paying enough attention? What does yellow leaves mean? Has he killed it already? He's spiraling and immediately texting Bert and Pieck in their group chat. The one without Porco and Annie cause sometimes you just need to surround yourself with nice, generally positive folks ok.

Pieck is reassuring him that she's sure his plant will be ok. As soon as Bert gets the texts he's googling the meaning of yellowing leaves. Something Reiner would've done if he wasn't currently spiraling in worry and fret after not even being able to keep one little plant alive more than a month. Is he really so awful? Why do these bad things keep happening to him? Obviously he probably deserves it but now he's feeling guilty that this innocent plant got caught in the crossfire of his shitty life!

Bert:

Bert: Looks like too much water, maybe. Is the soil soggy?

Reiner goes to check and well, soggy would be a strong word to use...but yeah it's soggy.

Rei: I killed my plant with water. I thought that was impossible? Aren't they supposed to be immune? 😣

Bert: I think that's just in Pokémon. And not necessarily immune, more like, resistant.

Rei: 😞😞😞😞

Rei: can't even keep track of what's real or fake anymore

Pieck: what is really "real" anyway?

Rei: 🙁😟😓

Bert: If the soil is extremely saturated, it says best course of action is to repot it.

Pieck: i can bring you a new pot and some soil reiner!

Rei: I'd appreciate that Pieck. But what if I just keep fucking up? Maybe you should just take the plant back to your place.

Pieck: you've got this reiner! lots of new plant parents tend to overlove their new plants with watering its all about balance

Pieck: pock's gonna bring me over soon!

Pieck: he won't be staying but he says hi!

To which Reiner is grateful cause that's the last thing he needed right now. And he doubted Porco actually told Pieck to tell him hi. But before he could figure out how to respond to that Bert responds.

Bert: I can come over after work too.

Rei: Thanks. Both of you. 💙

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Alright that turned into not what I had planned but anywho,

Eventually Rei ends up finding that balance of nurturing and letting it be, focusing on other things instead, like his own personal health. And once he gets the hang of that, he adds a few more plants to his home and becomes an active member on one of those fb plant groups (Pieck invites him to some) and finds a really supportive group of friends in that community!

[ask-sebastian]

good soup. good catharsis.

[pizzas-will-rule-the-world]

Nick watches the women world cup. Charlie really loves his boyfriend, so he also watches the women world cup.

[artisticallygay]

I'm staring down a google doc for a...spicy oneshot idea and like

I'm really gonna do this huh

[amaranthinespirit]

I hate to say it but I think we need a pt 3 to piercer!simon once readers piercing is healed

piercer!simon riley when your piercing has finally healed

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after a patient couple of months, a handful of personal checks from simon himself—how helpful and kind of him really—with assistance cleaning the piercing too, it's finally healed.

the pretty little piercing on your sensitive clit is now healed, which is what simon told you that caused a frown on your face. now it means he won't be between your legs anymore! how disappointing!

i mean, you looked forward to these check-ups, being up-close, and personal with the intimidating brute that pierced a very intimate part of you! and chose to stay face level with your pussy, often swiping his thumb through your folds as a means of 'checking the healing process.' he's so kind!

sweet touches to your hips, a hand splayed over your lower back, or a hand across your waist whenever he'd drop by your apartment, often showing up with flowers to replace the wilting ones in the vase by the front door. he's just the sweetest! (who would've guessed)

of course, you didn't want him to feel like you were using him (oh, but he's so smitten with you, he didn't even care), so you often invited him 'round without the intention of getting his face between your legs—even if the thought did make your thighs clench and pussy throb.

I mean, it was hard! you were paying him back by sucking that heavy cock of his, taking it down your throat 'like a good girl' he'd say. he was one to praise!

but it made your cunt ache, desperately dripping and sopping with slick and arousal every time his cock was in front of your face, his cockhead tracing your bottom lip. it wasn't fair!

you couldn't even get yourself off because he specifically told you not to do anything of the sort. so you listened, and patiently waited for the healing time to finally be over.

countless nights of tossing and turning with arousal, whining at the friction of your cotton panties.

warm, burly arms pulling you back against a firm, hard chest, "shhh, luv, jus' g'to sleep," a raspy, sleep-roughed voice spoke softly to you, causing the chest against your back to rumble with each word.

forget to mention how you let him sleep over? it would just get so late at night, you didn't want him to have to drive home! plus more time together!

but now the time had finally come, laid on your back with your panties hooked around one ankles, his head between your thighs as his eyes critically analyzed your now healed clit piercing, his teasing fingers tugging at the metal. a low chuckle escaping past his lips at the small yelp that it excited from you, the warmth of his breathing grazing over your sopping pussy.

the sight was enticing, it would be hard not to notice every time your cunt was dripping and soaked with arousal. he had a lot of self-control to not run his tongue through your folds, to get just a taste—he had already got a sample with every time he thumbed over your cunt, he'd suck his finger clean when you turned your back.

groaning lowly at the hint of your arousal, he grew hard behind his pants, but you were already such a doll, sucking and jerking him off at the time, he could do it himself this time.

but now, pussy laid bare in front of him, he could finally indugle himself in the sweetness you bared to him, the temptations between your thighs.

he couldn't help himself when he ran his flattened tongue along your soaking cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he reveled in the way you tasted. sweet, as he expected. you flinched, your back arching off the bed at the unexpected feeling of...metal...?

his tongue piercing clanked against yours, and you questioned on how you must've missed this piece of information, though you chalked it up to the mask he always seem to wear.

your head fell back against your pillow at the sudden wet warmth that lapped at your pussy, teeth grazing your puffy folds that had you tugging at the blond strands at the back of his head.

forcing his head closer against your drooling cunt, his nose pressed to your pierced clit, causing a shudder through your legs.

it wasn't long until you had your legs clamped around his head, a chuckle reverberating through your skin, sending vibrations straight to your clit, forcing another cry out of your throat.

like a man starved, he lapped at your cunt, desperately slurping up every drop of your juices, like nectar, sweet and fulfilling. he couldn't help but groan at the taste of you, one hand wrapping up around your thigh, squeezing the fat under his palm as his other hand snaked around your waist.

his fingers quickly slicked with your arousal, spreading your folds for better access, thumb pawing at your clit, now extra sensitive with the piercing through the little pearl. it only caused your thighs to clamp harder around his head, but he didn't mind, he was trapped right where he wanted to be—the gates of heaven.

"fuck, y'taste s'gud, luvie," he muttered into your folds, mewls slipping from your lips at the sensations it caused, "been waitin' patiently like a good'boy t'have y'r cunt on m'tongue."

you could only moan in response, strained, incoherent words that fell off your tongue before they could even form into a proper sentence. you were lucky if you managed to get his name past your lips, legs crossed over his shoulders in an attempt to draw him closer, tugging at his hair only earning a rough grunt from him.

it didn't take long to feel the knot tying in your stomach, the one you had been waiting months for, the one you wanted him to tie into a pretty bow before it unravels by the pull of his teeth, the drag of his piercing along your spongy walls as the pink muscle forced its way into your drooling cunt.

his eyes fluttered shut again, his crooked nose pressing into your clit that caused you to squirm under his face, only held in place by his firm hands.

you had tried to writhe away at the feeling building, the ribbon tying itself in your lower abdomen as it built, and built, and built. a feeling now stronger than you had ever felt because of its absence. it had been too long.

tears pricked your eyes, the way you were simultaneously dragging him by his hair closer, legs crossed behind his neck, and yet squirming away was contradictory, but it didn't matter. only you unravelling on his tongue.

you couldn't even form proper noises anymore, short, strangled whines were the only things that managed past your lips. chants of his name on your lips like a prayer, his merciless tongue lapping at your cunt, desperate to keep the taste of your sweet nectar on his taste buds, teeth grazing along your puffy folds which pushed you over the edge.

you swore your ears started ringing as your vision went hazy, with tears most likely, and noise, like static. your grasp on him loosened momentarily when you were under the impression that he was going to pull away.

he didn't.

you're in for a long night. he's only had his first course so far, and there's four in store for the night. but don't worry, he's just paying you back, little doll.