#subtle hints

[anbaisai]

It's not even actually their birthday

(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)

[fredandginger64]

Colgate Comedy Hour, September 17, 1950

Dean and Jerry want to show you how versatile they are....

[auntbibby]

neurotypicals: hmmm if i state what i want plainly, it might get criticized as rude or selfish

neurotypicals: hmmmm

neurotypicals: i know!!!!! ill hint at it ambiguously, so if my target picks up on the hidden meaning and finds it rude or selfish, i can deny i ever meant any hidden meaning!!!!

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Subtle hints.

This is Simon letting me know that he would like a second breakfast and that the hay in his cage hardly counts as food.

[bordercolliefanclub]

Subtle Border Collie Hints

Does your Border Collie like to drop hints? How does your BC tell you when she’s hungry, wants a tickle or is looking to go out? Check out this video to see how Miss Maisie likes to drop hints! https://is.gd/6qUkpx https://www.bordercolliefanclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Maisie-Border-Collie-Hints.jpg

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[demaparbat-hp]

“Feeding and checking on two animals a couple of times a day is hardly a chore for you. Meanwhile, I've got to deal with a sexist and—even worse—a stupid piece of koalasloth dung.”

“Still not my problem.”

“I'll make it your problem,” she growls.

She wanted murder. He needed sleep.

Technically, the scene this dialogue is from doesn't match the artwork, but the vibe is most important! Their banter must be one of my favorite things about Itch, Akai Kotou's second chapter (read it here!). The dynamic between Suki and Jian Li is terribly amusing, isn't it?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa spoiling the FNAF movie

[eurodynamic]

KINGDOM COME: DELIVERANCE II (2025) -> The Italian Job

[w1lmuttart]

Enough guilt you can make a bouquet out of it

[arkarti]

the thrilling fursuit saga in one post

they are just slow dancing and he's dropping him, trust me

[queenie-the-court-jester]

break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

[lloydfrontera]

javier, gathering every molecule of subtlety in his entire body and holding onto it for dear life and a deep desire to be trusted: and just so we're clear, i trust you. no matter what you say, no matter how crazy it is or how insane it sounds, i will believe you. you have earned my full trust several times over and i will follow you anywhere you go, in this world or any another. so you can tell me anything. whatever you want. no matter what it is. i will trust and support you. just so you know.

lloyd, absolutely keeping a secret that sounds crazy and/or insane and that has been eating him alive for several years now: what a funny and weird thing to say that does not concern or apply to my situation beyond the most superficial of levels at all. anyway. i'm so glad javier doesn't suspect a thing about me :)

[bordercolliefanclub]

Subtle Border Collie Hints

Does your Border Collie like to drop hints? How does your BC tell you when she’s hungry, wants a tickle or is looking to go out? Check out this video to see how Miss Maisie likes to drop hints! https://is.gd/6qUkpx https://www.bordercolliefanclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Maisie-Border-Collie-Hints.jpg

[derangedthoughtssideblog]

"Inside was a colourless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. On the bottom, Ronan's handwriting labelled it merely: manibus.

For your hands." (Blue Lily Lily Blue page 130)

[...]

"He climbed back into his bed and closed his eyes, hands balled to his chest, scented with mist and with moss." (Blue Lily Lily Blue page 260)

??? EXCUSE ME

insane these two are just INSANE

[aventurineswife]

i just had the BEST FIC IDEA ever listenlistenlisten so like what if the reader is like a violinist or something that performs at the casino where aventurine gambles (they’re partners), and lets say she was just kind of beside him while he was gambling with someone after she had just performed, and then when deciding on the next thing to gamble or whatever the guy starts asking to bet the reader and makes comments on her being talented n shit and just overall creepy comments, and immediately aventurine is all what the fuck hell no and gets all protective and stuff😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨 (is it obvious that my crippling fanfic addiction got to me at school)

Some Things Are Off the Table

Summary: After a stunning violin performance at the casino, you sit beside Aventurine as he indulges in a high-stakes gamble. When his opponent makes an unsettling suggestion—betting you as part of the game—Aventurine’s carefree facade shatters, revealing a fiercely protective side. He swiftly shuts down the idea, making it clear that you are not a prize to be won. As tensions ease, Aventurine reassures you in his own charming way that, while he may gamble with everything else, he would never gamble with you.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Protective Aventurine, Slow Burn, Possessive Behavior, Subtle Angst, Fluff with a Hint of Danger, Banter, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild Threats, Uncomfortable Advances, Protective Behavior, Gambling Themes, Slight Language, Light Angst.

The air in the casino buzzed with tension, the scent of expensive cologne and spiced liquor hanging thick in the atmosphere. Golden lights flickered above, casting a warm, decadent glow over the velvet-draped tables where fortunes were made and lost in the blink of an eye.

You sat beside Aventurine, the smooth lacquer of your violin still warm beneath your fingers from your recent performance. The crowd had adored you, as they always did, but the real audience that mattered sat beside you now—Aventurine, eyes gleaming like chips on the table, hands deftly playing a different kind of game.

Cards flicked between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair, a lopsided grin playing at his lips. His opponent—a wealthy investor with a penchant for reckless bets—matched his smile with something far less charming. You recognized the type immediately. Greedy, arrogant, and drunk on power, the kind who thought the world revolved around their whims.

"Aventurine, my friend," the man drawled, taking a sip of his brandy, "we've been raising the stakes all night. Your money, my money—it’s all getting rather predictable, don’t you think?"

Aventurine twirled a golden chip between his fingers, feigning boredom. "And here I thought unpredictability was the charm of the game. Got something more interesting in mind?"

The man’s gaze slid toward you. A cold prickle ran down your spine as his smirk widened. "Your lovely companion here," he mused, tapping a finger against the table. "She’s quite the talented thing, isn’t she? Stunning performance earlier. Seems like she’s worth quite a bit herself."

Your breath hitched. The room felt stifling, the weight of his words pressing down like an unwelcome touch. Aventurine’s fingers stopped mid-spin, the chip clattering onto the table. Slowly, languidly, he leaned forward, his ever-present grin sharpening into something dangerous.

"You must be joking," he said lightly, though there was no humor in his tone. "You’re a braver man than I thought if you believe you can wager a person. Let alone—" his eyes flicked to you for the briefest second, unreadable yet burning with something fiercely protective, "—mine."

The man chuckled, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. "Oh, come now. It’s all in good fun. A little game, a little risk. You’re a gambler, aren’t you? What’s the harm in—"

Aventurine moved faster than you could register. One hand slammed onto the table, sending chips scattering, while the other clamped down on the man’s wrist in an iron grip. The jovial, carefree mask had cracked, revealing something cold and lethal beneath.

"Let me make something crystal clear," he murmured, voice smooth but sharp as a blade. "I gamble with money, property, my own damn life if I feel like it. But her?" He jerked his chin toward you. "She’s not a bet. She’s not a prize. And she’s sure as hell not yours to even think about."

The investor paled, his bravado faltering under Aventurine’s piercing gaze.

A beat passed. Then another.

Aventurine smiled again, slow and deliberate, as if nothing had happened. He released the man’s wrist and leaned back, picking up a stray chip. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve lost interest in this game." He flicked the chip across the table. "Consider that my final wager. Play with yourself if you’re so desperate for stakes."

With that, he stood and turned to you, offering his hand. "Shall we?" His voice had softened, but the fire in his eyes remained. Without hesitation, you took it, letting him guide you away from the table and the lingering stares of onlookers.

As soon as you were away from prying ears, he let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening around your fingers. "The audacity of some people, huh?" he muttered, a ghost of irritation still clinging to his tone. Then, softer, "You alright?"

You squeezed his hand back, offering a small smile. "I’m fine."

His gaze searched yours, assessing, before his signature smirk returned. "Good. Because if that bastard so much as looks your way again, he’s leaving this casino with a lot more than just an empty wallet."

You laughed, the tension finally breaking. "And here I thought you didn’t play for keeps."

Aventurine tilted his head, eyes gleaming as he lifted your hand to press a lingering kiss against your knuckles. "For you? Always."

And just like that, the game continued—but this time, you weren’t just a spectator. You were the one thing Aventurine would never gamble with.