#that's going to go swimmingly

[commissionsdarian]

Fucking hate Reg. I swear to fuck

[saltavenegar]

I’m having so much fun

[mugentakeda]

he thought redeeming himself took one day only!!!! he mad

[ceaselessims]

a lot of people joke about stolitz double date with huskerdust but i genuinely think if you put those characters in a room where they had to talk to each other, it would end with someone's teeth getting punched out LMAOOO

[abaroo]

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Cowboy Swap Masterpost

Let’s hope Dalv doesn’t fry him again… Star has a surprisingly low defense despite his high LV.

I wonder why?

[naffeclipse]

Finished your latest chapter, and I was at rge ended if my seat from beginning to end. Amazing!

And at the end of the chapter I thought of an inquiry:

What if y/n is a hunter/fisherman instead of a photographer? How would they have met, and what would the dynamics be like? Would they bring each other kills to give to the other to show off? Or in Eclipse's case, courting gifts? Still would figure y/n wouldn't realize what Eclipse is actually doing.

Oh, man, I just flashbacked to Fisher Y/N from Deep Waves but for an AP fisher? They'd be a bit disgruntled and grumpy. Very hard working, set on the task and won't stop until it's done. They've got a shell that rivals crabs. Very gruff but has a heart hidden somewhere under all those brusque layers.

Of course, you're spooked when Eclipse pops his head up (he's a lot more terrifying, not trusting humans on their boats with their harpoons.) Still, once he sees that you're alone and also, well, pretty, he tones it back a bit to actually talk to you while still dangling you halfway off your boat above the icy cold of the sea. You manage to yell at the siren to put you back. While Eclipse does so, he promises to bring you fine fish, the best of the best. You wave him off like "Yeah, yeah, as long as you don't ruin my nets and don't kill me."

The next day, he's got a fat catch. You thought you got rid of him, but like a stray cat that's been fed once, he's back. If he can chat, he can help you push the nets onto your boat so the fish don't flop out and get away. You might pick one cod out (the best one but you would rather die before admitting so) and toss it to Eclipse for his lunch, as thanks, or something like that. Eclipse would beam at the exchange of gifts so soon but you're too busy trying to not slip on the half-frozen, half-wet deck to notice.

You know sirens are bad news, but you have the mindset of 'Eclipse hasn't killed me yet, and there's work to be done, so I better hop to it.' That kind of attitude, however, is what gets you into Eclipse's mandated cuddle sessions as he decides you've been working too long and require a break. Guess who is getting yanked across the deck, forcibly cradled, and persuaded to take a twenty-minute break by a large, touchy siren? You, of course!

It's unusual to endure this kind of attention (and maybe you thought no one would touch you like this, make you feel like you're not just a ghost on the sea.) You put your shoulder to the wheel and get the catch while navigating Eclipse's hands of avarice.

You learn quickly that there's no use trying to get out of his arms once he has you. You also learn that he likes seals, but you try to catch squid and even, once or twice, small sharks for him to snatch on. He returns the favor with a bounty of fish and even guides you to better fishing spots. He's always eager to hand you the fish he catches to you personally. You don't think too much of it when you take it in your gloved hands and his grin widens. (You think he looks infatuated whenever you stumble upon an old seashell or half-plucked feathers or shiny, chipped scales and figure he might think it's pretty, but you don't take it to heart—he probably just likes trinkets.)

One day, when the sea is calm and the fish are nowhere to be found, Eclipse decides you are due for a break. You both lounge on the deck of your smelly boat. You don't even push away Eclipse's hands while precious work minutes slip by, resting your head on his chest to his great pleasure. Eclipse manages to coax a few confesses from your lips with a few slippery musical notes in his voice. You really don't know why you start rambling like this, like a fool. You tell him you don't have anybody, but nobody has you. Sometimes, you don't feel like a person because the only time you talk to another human being is when business over the fish is conducted. You're so used to not having anyone to talk to that when you talk to Eclipse, your voice becomes hoarse and dry, but you don't mind. You don't mind at all, lately.

He tells you in that way of his that is as true as the sun and moon that he has you. You don't believe him, but you pull out a little... gift you've been quietly crafting for the past while you've known him.

Now is as good as ever to give him a simple piece of jewelry you made with a cord and yet another seashell that's so old and pale pink that no one will notice or care for it, but he takes it from you with awe. He ties it around his wrist and shows you how pretty it looks against his black and white markings. He says you need to strengthen your voice. You need to talk to him more. He will listen, and he will listen when you sing, too. The mere thought of you singing of all things jars you enough to finally pull you out of this fancy and get you back on your feet, scouring the sea for fish to catch.

Eclipse is still wearing the seashell when he drops back into the water, and he doesn't let you out of his sights on the sea. You're left to wonder if you're a fool for giving a siren a gift or for feeling pleased that he wears it so proudly.

[visenyaism]

waaaah waaah waaaah stop fucking crying, my liege. i don’t wanna hear it

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[s0fter-sin]

it takes far too long for soap to realise ghost won’t touch him anymore

he doesn’t avoid him, which he considers no small a miracle given how he usually treats his emotions, and he’s too busy being thankful to notice. thankful he didn’t run from him, thankful his simon has returned to him, no matter how changed he is from the man he knew. ghost doesn’t shy away from his touch so long as he knows it’s coming and he spends long nights just tracing the scars on his newly bared face; following half-remembered tracks and memorising new ones

but ghost never reaches back. he’ll press into his hands like a starved man, melt beneath the smallest of touches but he never initiates. and now, his regular touches have disappeared; no longer does he clap him on the back after a job well done, doesn’t cheekily nudge him after making a recruit shit themself just by giving them a look and soap hadn’t realised how much he’s come to rely on them until they stopped. how much he’s grown to care for ghost the way he used to care for simon

he can’t confront him about it; ghost’s fight or flight always firmly tuned to flight when it came to matters about himself. soap would’ve if it meant fight; if ghost would just put his hands on him again, he’d take his violence with the passion of a lover, wear the marks he left behind with grateful pride. but he remembers the look on ghost’s face when he’d ripped his balaclava off, when he’d stripped his barrier and his protection and spat, “i ruined you the moment i touched you!”

so soap waits. he waits for ghost to crawl into his bunk, to take off his mask and surrender himself to his touch; a touch that seems to burn as much as it freed. and instead of taking his face in his hands and worshiping it the way he has every other night ghost’s come to him, soap takes his gloved hand in his own

ghost flinches, the preemptive bliss fading from his eyes as reluctant fear takes its place. soap brings it up so it hovers between them and already feels him edge backwards. he doesn’t let it stop him and gently tugs his fingers free of the glove one at a time until his hand is bare to him; visibly shaking in the dark. soap brings it towards his face, holding firm when ghost tries to yank it back and presses into it; his breath hitching as he finally gets the touch he’s missed for years

“stop, john,” ghost whispers and it hurts to hear the pain in his voice; closer to begging for the soft touch to end than he’s ever been under torture

“no,” he refuses, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm

his eyes shine in the dark, arm twitching as he fights himself; pulling back against his grip and leaning into him in turn. (how can he stand to put his mouth on him; can’t he taste it? the dirt and decay that lives under his skin? the maggots that swim in the slow beat of his blood; the rot he’s been trying so hard not to spread to him but he’s weak.) “you don’t know how broken i am. i’ll ruin you, john.”

soap kisses him again; thick, phantom blood coating his lips. “i’m not letting you slip through my fingers again,” he promises, swallowing it down. “i’ve missed you too much to be afraid of getting cut, simon.”

[momonokopan]

i’ve been away in a bit, here are some boogers

[hipsdofangirl]

jeonghan giving a stage exaggerated bow at the end of his live with one hannihae no he can’t do that that’s not allowed

[ventii-impact]

girls’ day out

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹🌹

The trees broke as they entered into a clearing. 

“We need to disrobe.”

Hermione's head shot up.

“There's a hot springs over there. We're going to cleanse ourselves first. When we return, I'll summon the goddess and bring you into the circle. I'll cut my hand and then yours and bring you into the ritual circle.”

They reached the springs and Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

“It'll be overwhelming,” he explained gently. “Especially because you have no experience with family magic.”

“And that's it?”

“... and then we have sex.”

“Out here? What if someone sees us?”

He released a shocked bark of laughter. “That's your main objection? Hermione, this is private Black property. Only I have access. Once we complete the ritual, only the two of us.”

She felt her cheeks burn hot as she stared at Sirius and he stared back.

“I know this is… a lot. I'm sorry, for whatever it's worth.”

She released a harsh breath. “It's fine. I am… agreeing. I understand the benefits, although not all of them, I trust you wouldn't ask me to do this if it wasn't necessary.”

“It is.”

“I know. And for whatever it's worth, you don't need to look so guilt stricken. I'm not some blushing virgin.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. He lifted a finger to trail across the apple of her cheek. “You sure about that, love? You're blushing awfully hard.”

Hermione cleared her throat. “I dated an international quidditch player, do you think I'm a virgin?”

Sirius threw his head back as he laughed. “Oh, Remus owes me a galleon.”

Her eyes widened. “Sirius!”

“I knew. I said I could smell it on you, but he didn't believe me.”

“Sirius,” she hissed, scandalised and a little disturbed to learn he could smell sex on her.

“‘No, Hermione is a good girl. She would never with an older student,’” Sirius said in a mocking tone of voice. He smiled sharply at her. “Atta girl.”

Hermione huffed as she looked away, refusing to give away the amused, happy feeling in her chest. She hadn't told a soul beyond Harry about it, too worried about the judgement from her peers. 

“Anyway,” she said and looked to the springs. “I suppose we should start?” 

“Last chance to back out.”

She sighed. “We're going to have to have sex regardless, aren't we?”

“It's in my marriage contract.”

She sighed and shrugged. “Well, show me ritual magic then, Sirius Black.”

Sirius stepped up to her and slowly moved to take her arms. He pulled them from where they sat across her chest. He slowly began to undo the buttons on her cardigan. 

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. “Is this a part of it?”

“Traditionally.”

“I didn't realise you were so traditional,” she replied, breathless.

He grinned at her as he slid her jumper off her shoulders. He knelt down as he set it on the floor of the grass. His eyes never left her own as he knelt at her feet. A smirk touched his lips as he said, “only the good ones.”

Hermione swallowed visibly.

[bittersweetresilience]

BODY HORROR BODY HORROR BODY HORROR BODY HORROR BODY HORROR BODY HORROR BODY HORROR

[iiicarus0]

i did the authority bubble for overproductive honour glands and unlocked the thought (including!! letting harry stick his thumb up his ass!!!) AND THE BUBBLE WON'T GO AWAY

I 'VE WALKED AROUND AND GONE THROUGH LOADING SCREENS AND EVERYTHING BUT HARRY WON'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS FINGERS IN HIS ASS

[mochinomnoms]

*loud crashing sounds as I fall out of the air ducts*

I live! I am back to writing I had a situation and I've returned to harass everyone.

K bye

*crawls back into the air duct Grunge-style*