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[wrencatte]

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[hedgiwithapen]

*pokes head in* hey hedgie! CW just went and made Bart Barry and Iris' SON!

 I HEARD and I’m GRUMPY FACE about it.  aside from  it being a waste (we already DID “barry and Iris’s time traveling child shows up”) and negating the thawne side of Bart’s legacy and story (cw writers give me back eddie) but like.  is barry self centered? yes. but would barry “Leonard? that's almost as bad as Bartholomew.” Allen really name his son after him instead of after Henry, or any of the other dead men he cared about??

[starrypawz]

"I've been thinking of you all night" for Chargeflystep!

You’re bored.

That makes you snort as you continue to idly flick through tv channels, that’s a luxury right? That you have time to be bored.

But you can’t get too far into your thoughts as you hear the door, you don’t need to pry but a familiar buzz of static is at the edge of your senses accompanied by warm waves of sunshine and the combined effect lifts your mood immediately as you wait for a few moments hearing the sounds of keys being put down, coats being taken off and shoes being removed you grin a little at Ricardo’s sigh of relief.

“Ronan?” Ricardo calls from the hall,

“In here,”

You sit back and watch as they come in, Ricardo sagging onto the couch one side of you and Danny perching on the other side.

You chuckle, “Hey old man-”

“Shh-” He grumbles at you as he begins to undo his shirt collar freeing himself slightly from his tie. You steal a look at Danny, and can feel the slight exhaustion rolling off his mind,

“Long night?”

“Yeah-” Ricardo gives you a tired grin, and you reach out to rub the back of his neck, grinning as he relaxes into your touch

“Such a hard life,”

He shakes his head at you, Danny shifts from perching on the arm of the couch to sitting next to you, soft lips meeting your cheek. You can feel the thought and your lip twitches, “Been thinking of you all night-”

His lips find your neck briefly and you give a pleased shudder. You pick up on his thoughts a little, he just wants to be close, be with the pair of you alone where you can all be yourself, too tired today for much else.

“Even with the best and brightest of Los Diablos around you?”

“Rather be with you,” Danny nuzzles your neck a little and you reach out to ruffle his soft hair, and you’re quiet for a little while letting yourself get lost between the pair of them. Letting Danny’s bright thoughts fall over you again and again as you end up in a pile on the couch.

And it’s very comfortable, and warm and you’re bathed in soft thoughts and life feels pretty good.

And then your stomach rumbles, “So… pizza?” You come out with.Yeah pizza, pizza sounds good right now.

“Best idea I’ve heard all evening,” Danny grins.

[katy-l-wood]

sorceressassassin replied to your post “Did I eat so many sour skittles I made my tongue bleed? Yes. Do I have...”

Did you know war heads are JUST under the legal limit of malic acid you can put in candy? A pinch more and the whole batch is illegal.

I did not know this but I am DELIGHTED to have learned it.

Haven’t actually had warheads in awhile. Need to get me some.

[crouton-knight]

Free post because this was just a warmup I got way carried away on. Vitty/Vittoria belongs to sorceressassassin and Scout is from Nix Hydra's "The Arcana".

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[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

Dear Hector, Rose are Red and Violets are Blue. What can I say except? I love you! P.S. Please give Little Caezar hugs from me too!

“Ha, of course I will. Thank you, this is very sweet.”

[the-flying-beetle]

*looks at newest art of Theda* did they always have a prosthetic? Or is that new for their design? Also? Yes. Fluster Avery. I dealt with Klara but I DO wanna see that dork get flustered. Awesome art as always!!!

Oh that's not a prosthetic! It's actually just the Steel Uniform socks :"D I wore it with the dojo uniform (and the yellow punk boots) cause... Isle of armor.... Heheh

Yeah Avery is a lot of fun!! I actually think his mischief is sort of endearing and I genuinely admire the effort he puts in (especially since the scaling to level thing didn't turn out to be real and so I just breezed through him as expected). Plus they did an amazing job with his expressions

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it! :D

[cedarmoons]

eyes fluttering shut and eyes rolling into the back of your head from pleasure for Asra and Muriel if you're up for taking prompts? Please and thank you!!

nsfw 🔞

Asra had wanted something different, tonight. The thunderstorm had given him a strange, restless sort of energy, one that made him look at Muriel—at the strength in his arms, his hands, his broad chest—and want. He always wants Muriel, in some way, either pressed up against him at night or by his side in the marketplace. 

But tonight, as the storm was rumbling through Vesuvia’s skies and making the windows rattle in their panes, as Muriel was kissing him on the bed and his hands had slipped under the hem of Asra’s shirt, it was different. 

It had made Asra rock against Muriel and tell him, “I want you to use your strength on me.”

It’d taken some convincing—some assurances that Muriel wouldn’t hurt him, would never hurt him, but if he was uncomfortable he would definitely let Muriel know—but that’s how Asra ended up here, naked and gasping for breath as Muriel sinks into him with one long, hard thrust. It’s why Muriel has Asra’s hands pinned above his head, why Asra had thrashed enough to send half their pillows to the floor.

Fuck, it’s better than Asra even dared hope for. The sound of Muriel’s pants, hot and heavy against the shell of his ear, go straight to his dick. Asra moans when Muriel thrusts against him, hard, filling him up. His body tenses, straining, stretching around the thickness of him.

“Muri,” he gasps. “Muri, fuck—”

Muriel pulls out almost all the way, until just the tip of him is left inside Asra, and Asra whines until Muriel thrusts forward, insistent and unrelenting, just what he wants. Thunder cracks in time with Asra’s gasp, pulled straight and sudden from his lungs. Muriel fucks him just like that, bowed over him, one hand pinning Asra’s wrists above his head and the other gripping his ass.

Asra lifts his leg, weakly, babbling, “Put it on your shoulder—I wanna—” and he can’t finish his sentence, mind too hazy with pleasure, but Muriel knows. He always knows what Asra means, somehow. He grabs Asra’s thigh, fingers curving under the tender skin of his knee, and lifts his leg up onto his shoulder. Asra presses his other leg down onto the mattress, spreading him open for Muriel.

“Fuck,” he gasps, hips lifting into Muriel’s thrusts. His eyes flutter shut, his jaw going slack, and when Muriel kisses him, he moans. He nips at Muriel’s lip, and Muriel growls, his free hand sneaking under Asra’s hips and lifting him up, opening him up for deeper thrusts.

His cock brushes against Asra’s prostate, and every nerve in Asra’s body lights up. He moans, tensing, clenching around Muriel’s cock and making him groan against his cheek. It’s enough. Asra’s eyes roll back in his head. He gasps, weakly, Muriel’s name, and Muriel knows.

“No,” he says. That one word, so unexpected, startles him, and Asra blinks his eyes open just in time for Muriel to swiftly pull out, leaving him empty and shuddering, on the brink of release.

“No,” Asra whines, whimpering and writhing on the bed, trying to entice him back. “Muri, Muri, fffuck, I was close—”

“No,” Muriel says again. He strokes Asra’s cock, once, and Asra sobs, twitching. One more stroke, just one more, he’d be—

Muriel pulls away. His hands encompass Asra’s hips, turning him over, and Asra goes unresisting. He hums as Muriel positions him how he likes: legs spread, ass in the air, head pillowed on his arms. Asra buries his face into the mattress, shuddering when Muriel’s hands roam over his back to squeeze at his ass, pulling them apart to leave him open and exposed to Muriel’s sight.

“Is this because I was snippy about the oil?” Asra asks, voice muffled.

“Yes,” Muriel says. Asra looks over his shoulder and sees Muriel watching him, his eyes half-hidden under his heavy brows, but his lips pulled into a half smile. Asra snorts a laugh, one that’s cut off abruptly when Muriel lines himself up and sinks into him without any preamble.

“You—hah, ah—you were taking a whi—hile!”  

“So.” Muriel punctuates his point with a thrust that makes Asra shudder, his back bowing. He claws at the sheets, gasping, eyes fluttering shut as Muriel keeps his pelvis flush against Asra’s ass, grinding down against his prostate with small swivels of his hips.

“Mmngh—!”

His cock is dripping, his thighs shaking, barely able to hold his weight. If it weren’t for Muriel’s hand on his hip, he would be collapsed and trembling on the bed, he knows it. He wants to reach down between his legs, stroke himself until he comes all over the towel they’d laid out, but just as he’s thinking that, Muriel’s other hand comes around to hold his wrists to the mattress.

“Tell me when you’re almost there.” Muriel rubs his thumb over Asra’s wrist, a silent reassurance, and then he is fucking him, so hard that the bed creaks and the headboard hits the wall with every thrust. It’s—fuck, it’s beautiful. It’s just what he wanted, just what he’s thought of on those rare nights when he was alone and Muriel wasn’t there with him. Asra can’t stop his sounds of pleasure, can’t stop his gasps and groans and thrashes every time Muriel sinks balls-deep into him.

He doesn’t know how long Muriel fucks him like that, strong and holding him down as he’d asked. He only knows the fullness, the pleasure—and Muriel, Muriel above everything, his broad chest against Asra’s back and his rasping breaths against Asra’s ear and the warmth of his wide hands on Asra’s body, anchoring him. He only knows that Muriel builds him up to that edge once, twice, and doesn’t let him finish either of those times.

He’s never going to be snippy about Muriel’s thoroughness with the oil again, he thinks, wild and desperate and near-sobbing with pleasure, his hips rocking back to meet every one of Muriel’s thrusts.

Muriel’s cock brushes Asra’s prostate again, and Asra twitches, biting on the pillow to muffle his desperate moan. Maybe if he’s subtle, if he doesn’t show—

Muriel pauses, and Asra knows he’s realized. Then, slowly, Muriel begins to thrust again, maintaining that angle. Asra gasps fuck against the pillowcase, his hips jerking back to meet Muriel halfway. One thrust, two, against his prostate, and he’s shaking again.

“Muri,” he gasps, breaking his silent determination not to beg. “Muri, Muh—Muriel, please, pleaseplease, I’m so—I’m so close, fuck—”

“No,” Muriel says, and Asra sobs at the denial. The effort it takes, to obey Muriel, to not come, leaves him shaking. 

But then Muriel pulls out of him and turns him over again, onto his back. Asra reaches for him, hands smoothing over his chest as Muriel pushes Asra’s legs up and enters him again. When he’s balls-deep, as far as he can go, he braces himself over Asra, resting his forehead against Asra’s. One hand wraps around Asra’s cock, and Asra shudders, clenching around Muriel, making him moan.

Muriel buries his face against Asra’s shoulder. He says nothing, but Asra groans when his hand begins to move, jerking him off, relentless and certain. It doesn’t take much, not after all the teasing he’s been put through. He comes so hard his vision goes a little white, his eyes rolling back in his head and then fluttering shut.

When he comes to, Muriel’s breathing hard, and something warm trickles out of Asra. Asra laughs as he tries to catch his breath, tangling his fingers in Muriel’s hair and pulling him close for a proper kiss.

It doesn’t last long; Muriel’s also breathing hard. But when he pulls away, he watches Asra, his expression stoic but his eyes wary. He brushes curls out of Asra’s eyes, and asks, “Was that… okay?”

Asra smiles and lifts himself up to kiss him again. “Yeah,” he promises, voice rough from use. “Way more than okay.” 

When he knits his fingers behind Muriel’s neck and pulls him down, Muriel follows, and they spend the rest of the night with the sound of the rain as their only companion.

[riessene]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

THANK YOUUU!!!!!!!

[thebibliosphere]

Hi I have a patreon ask of my own? So i just (temporarily) switch over to creator and then back so if I ever do choose to use it I won't get hit with the fees?

I believe that is how it is rolling out yes. but again you have to have published tiers and stuff, at least until the changes roll over, and then you can switch back. That seems to be how this is working.

[miranda-mundt-art]

I forget if you answered something similar but can an Eloi witch IF they're scared of snakes have a type of lizard for a familiar instead? Or is strictly snakes only?

If they were raised as an Eloi the likelihood of them being afraid of snakes is very minimal since they were raised around them (I find that most peoples fear comes from just not understanding them and finding them very unknown and stuff that happens in the media). And even if they were afraid of snakes in general ... there is a difference between a Demon Familar taking the form of a snake and a real snake. 

Point is - no, Eloi only get snakes. LaCour get alligators/lizards/toads :) 

[willowishstudios]

*looks in* if it's not a problem? Can i please have some ideas of what a Cipactli/Oracle/Ariki relationship would be like? Thanks and happy Valentine's day!

This would be the most overwhelmingly wholesome relationship I can imagine.

Cipactli and Ariki have pretty similar temperaments, so they mesh very well from the get-go. They bond over how much they care for the oracle, and then come to love each other, too. 

Ariki teaches Cipactli and the Oracle what he can about painting, and if they take to the hobby he’d be overjoyed. And even if they don’t, he’d be tickled pink that they tried. 

Cipactli is much the same with his botany and literature, and storytelling becomes a part of their schedule very quickly. 

Ariki learns the halls of the palace very quickly, but he loops arms with his partners as they walk just for the sake of contact.

Neither of them are much for elaborate dates, so expect to spend a lot of time relaxing and cuddling together.

[jestarcana]

If you got room for one more? 1A and road trip iida or todoroki please!

When you send out one of your rowdy friends to go retrieve your other rowdy friend, but he comes back alone and now you’re stuck in traffic.

from this!

[starrypawz]

Strikhedonia and Chargeflystep please!

Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.

N/S/F/W Ronan uses they/them

Exposed

The lights are on this time, you can’t hide. All your sins are exposed on your skin.

Not to one person, two. Two people are  very very close to knowing every horrible little detail about you. And yet, you don’t really mind?

Shit you’re thinking too much right now.

You feel lips against your shoulder as Ricardo kisses you softly, strong hands keeping you grounded, holding you just enough but not so much you can’t move. His chest warm and soft against your back.

“Ok Carino?” He asks, voice low and soft “Yeah-” You manage, voice a little strained,

“Just relax, Ronan” Another kiss. “Let us look after you-”

A sound gets a little caught in your throat a bit and you relax yourself and then hear a low noise from Ricardo, as you’re suddenly reminded of his own arousal, his underwear still on.

“Don’t worry-” He murmurs, fingers lightly tracing over your arms as he settles more against the couch “I can wait-”

You swallow and close your eyes for a moment, feeling the familiar buzz of static against your brain letting yourself get lost in it for a moment to settle your own racing nervous thoughts. But there’s something brighter, warmer, fuzzier, flitting in front of your mindscape.  

Danny’s thoughts are fast, jittery. Anticipation and nerves bundled into little impulses sparking in front of your eyes. You pick out stray flits and they make you smile.

A volley of

Can’t believe this is happening,

Oh god,

This is crazy

Is this really happening

You know Danny isn’t as innocent as the carefully crafted public persona makes him seem. It’s not been that hard to pull up some of the things he’s been thinking of about you, about Ricardo and about the three of you together. But there’s something… weirdly adorable about how earnest he is about the whole idea. How eager he is to please you both.

How much love he has to give. Oh shit don’t think about that not now you’re having enough problems not getting overwhelmed right now.

You flex your hands and hear Ricardo grunt, making you realise you’re digging into his thighs more than you intended.

“Sorry-” “It’s ok-”

You open your eyes finally and find yourself looking into Danny’s, you watch as he swallows giving you a giddy grin as he cups your chin and kisses you softly making your eyes flutter shut, you feel more than hear Ricardo’s chuckle as he runs warm, calloused hands over your ribs and then your chest and then.

You whimper at the sensation of his thumbs over your nipples, and bite your lip, easily overwhelmed feeling the aroused moan from Ricardo as he teases you and then you’re aware of the feeling of hands on your inner thighs, softer hands that have gently moved you, parted your legs more.

“Oh that’s sneaky-” You manage, Ricardo’s touch still making you shudder. Danny looks up at you for a brief moment, his smile impish. His hands are still, you can feel the warmth even through the fabric of your underwear.

“Please?” You manage your voice higher than you meant, “Please Danny?” and your swallow hard as you lift your hips to help him and then your legs are over his strong shoulders.

After that you’re not thinking much at all.

[ardatli]

Wait where's Billy's dubious jewellery choices?

In the first preview page -- he’s wearing a cross earring. 

I’m waffling. As a teen I wanted to wear Highly Dramatic cross jewellery and wasn’t allowed so I sported an ankh instead, but again… I was 15 - 18. Not in my 20s.

Yet I’m a perfect example of a Jewish kid (Modern Orthodox, even!) who probably would have briefly rocked a cross during my goth phase, so who am I to say that Billy wouldn’t? 

In the end I’d be a lot more comfortable with it if it were a Jewish artist making that call on purpose, with community awareness, rather than what I assume happened and they just didn’t think about it at all. 

On the plus side, the rest of the art looks great! Very dynamic, lots of movement and very expressive. I’m looking forward to the book. 

[hedgiwithapen]

sorceressassassin replied to your post “anyways, the new season if she-ra made me cry (again) and someone tell...”

you have to sword fight noelle stevenson herself.

if that’s what it takes to get the soundtrack/ score released I will do it.