#the colouring I'm SALIVATING

[bluelockmaniac]

itoshi rin giving you the last bite of his food. <3 wc; 676

watching rin's pretty face as he chewed on his cheesy potato pancakes wasn't something you had expected to do today, but it also wasn't your fault that rin could make something as simple as eating so tempting. the way the stuffed mozzarella stretched from between your boyfriend's lips and the delicacy had you salivating— you wished you hadn't declined his considerate offer an hour ago, when he called you on the phone and asked if you wanted him to get you something to eat. you were full when he called, so now you couldn't help but watch him with a ravenous gaze and a watering mouth as he eats bite after bite, the colours on the television screen bouncing off his face. "you're drooling," rin pointed out as he once again turns his attention towards you, "i've asked you seven times already, but are you absolutely sure that you don't want a bite?" "y-yes rin, i'm one hundred percent certain!" you laugh awkwardly, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you notice how the number of cheesy potato pancakes on his plate seem to reduce every few minutes, much to your dismay. "hm..." he mumbles boredly, holding one savory with his fingers and pushing it against your stubbornly shut lips, "liar. open your mouth." you gently push his hand away, shaking your head, "i'm not hungry," you utter, although your firm eye contact with his plate betrays your statement, "i swear." "whatever." he sighs, focusing on the football match on the screen as he enjoys yet another bite. the fact that he could read you like an open book was irritating, but to be fair, your expressions wouldn't make it difficult for anyone to guess that maybe, just maybe, you were hungry. you had no idea why you persisted on being so stubborn when rin had generously offered you his food multiple times— perhaps it was the guilt of taking away the food he bought for himself despite him asking you if you craved for anything that got you so adamant— but either way, you were now eyeing the last crispy, golden coloured piece on his plate. "actually—" you blurted out, shifting on the couch until you were finally beside him. your nails harmlessly dug into his forearm as he looks at you knowingly, a subtle smile forming on his lips. "can i... have one, please?" "it's my last one," he mutters with feigned pettiness as he hands you the last potato pancake with no hesitation, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him, "but only because you're so cute." "thanks!" you smile as you lean against him and begin stuffing your face with the crispy good, but unfortunately, much to your disappointment, you wiped off its existence in about a minute. "it was really good..." you say softly while looking down at the empty plate, trying to appreciate this cute situation of your boyfriend giving you his last bite, but seriously, it only aroused your appetite. rin rolls his eyes and tilts your chin to face him, "don't look so upset," he deadpanned, licking the corner of your lips to remove the excess potato crumbs. "but i'm hungry—" "i know," he sighs, getting up and vanishing into the kitchen. he appears a few seconds later with a bag identical to the one for the cheesy potato pancakes, "...which is why i bought you some as well." "ohmigod!" you exclaim excitedly, quickly opening the styrofoam container and welcoming the exquisite aroma, "thank you, rinnie! i'm glad you bought one for me too." he pulls your face in for a quick kiss before squishing your cheeks lightly. "i ought to know by now, considering the amount of times you played this move on me." you softly giggle as you carelessly eat the food in front of you, "you know me so well." rin lays his head down on your lap and yawns softly, your clean hand quick to run its fingers through his hair. "i'd be a fool if i didn't."

comments appreciated <3

[pizzaapeteer]

Springtime fun

Pairings: Enzo Berkshire x female reader Summary: 2.5 k. Enzo is infatuated by you in a sundress, so captative by you in it that he has to take you right now.

Warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, female reader, swearing. Divider: Pretty divider found here!

a/n: I'm super glad to have finally finished this as it has been in my WIP since December 💀 Many of my friends will know about that so this one's for you. Ty for all the lovely encouragement for helping me finish it 💛 also heads up this is actually my first PIV smut.

Enzo loved spring. He loved the flowers that bloomed in the gardens, which he often picked to give to you. He loved watching alongside you the animals awaken from hibernation, listening as you listed facts about them. He loved being able to lie outside in the grass with his friends after class, enjoying the warmth of the sun as they messed around. But most of all, he loved that spring meant sundresses. He had grown fond of them and loved seeing the different colours that paired well against your skin tone. The delicate shape of the dresses and how they hugged your body. He loved how versatile they were. Sometimes you'd wear a long flowy, one that would swirl in the wind or a short flare, one that fell just at the mid of your thighs. Some of them had lacy sleeves that covered your shoulders with elegant necklines. Others were backless, revealing to Enzo that you weren't wearing a bra. On the whole, when you wore a sundress, he was in heaven. 

He can still recall the first time he saw you in one, the weekend before Easter break. Sprawled out on a spot of grass near the black lake, Enzo lay with his friends. The hot sun warmed his neck, a constant breeze drifting by. He had been attempting to catch the little daisies Mattheo had plucked and rolled into balls to launch at him. Theo watched, amused, before turning his attention to snicker at Draco’s arrogant attempt to teach Astoria how to skip stones. Blaise rested nearby on a picnic mat, not wanting to get grass stains on his pants. The sound of your laughter caught Enzo’s ears, whipping his head up to see you and Pansy approaching, carrying a jug of lemonade. His eyes rose, breath hitching as he took you in. Dressed in a royal blue sundress, scattered with white daisies, the colour popping against your skin. He dragged his eyes up your exposed legs, practically salivating at the sight of your curves fitting snugly in the frock. There was something about the sundress that made you look elegant yet sensual. Though, clearly not just to him, as he caught sight of his friend’s stares.

He stood up, licking his lips, still holding the slightly crumpled daisies in his hands. Walking forward, he embraced you in a hug, a smile pulling at his face. His hands wrapped around you, feeling the soft skin of your back. “Hey gorgeous,” he whispered, his face pulling back to give you a passionate kiss. He felt your hands slide around his neck as you leaned up on your tippy toes to meet his kiss. “I like your dress,” a flirty smirk stretched across his face. The sound of your sweet giggle was music to his ears as you thanked him. Remembering the daisies, he unfolded his hands, chuckling, “for you.” You beamed at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement at his ‘gift’. “Not your usual flowers, Enz, but I accept.” He smiled, satisfied, taking your hand and leading you to join the others. Gracefully, you sat down on the rug beside Blaise, noticing Pansy had already settled herself down next to Mattheo. Enzo watched cautiously as Blaise gave you a once over, taking his own seat across from you. He immersed himself in conversation with you, admiring the way you rambled about your day. His fingers found comfort resting on your thighs, tracing circles. The warm sun shone, as breezes of wind blew your dress up slightly. As you talked, he found his mind wandering, unable to fully concentrate. Because of his height, he overlooked you even when sitting, allowing him to peer perfectly at the top of your breasts, sitting snugly against the dress’s neckline. His fingers twitched against your leg, pinching your skin softly as he thought about your nipples. 

At Pansy’s offer of lemonade, Enzo’s gaze turned momentarily to accept. He reached out to receive the two drinks, passing one to you. Cheering with you, his eyes observed the way you drank thirstily. Too fast though, as some of the liquid spilled from your cup down your mouth. It ran rapidly, dripping down your cleavage, causing you to squeal at the cold sensation. Your outburst grabbed the attention of your friends as you looked up, smiling sheepishly while muttering about being clumsy. Blaise shook his head, chuckling as he passed you a napkin, watching you wipe the liquid away.

As you cleaned yourself up, Enzo's brown eyes caught your attention, his honey orbs twinkling with mischief. “We’re going to take a walk,” Enzo announced, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, leaving no time for you to protest. You stood, almost stumbling, over Blaise as you found your footing, trailing behind in Enzo’s firm hold. “Enzo, slow down,” you exclaimed, practically tripping over your feet as you trailed behind Enzo, his long legs striding down past the trees. He flicked his head, giving you a cheeky grin over his shoulder before he slowed down under a large pine tree. 

You took in the pretty scenery as you furrowed your brows, wondering why he had just pulled you away from your friends. Enzo seized the moment of your distraction to push you gently against the tree, grinning as you gasped. His lips invaded your neck, peppering hungry kisses across your soft skin. One of his hands reached down to grasp your hip, lightly pushing you further against the tree. You moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way around his waist, the bark scratching your back. Enzo’s touch wandered down your thigh with his other hand, sliding it up under your dress. “Do you know what this dress is doing to me?” he mumbled against your ear, nipping at it. You looked up into his sweet brown eyes, his pupils conveying his lust clearly. He flashed you an irresistible smile and, in a moment's time, his arms enveloped around your hips, effortlessly hoisting you up. His muscles flexed, the clear evidence of his quidditch training shown as he secured you against the tree with one arm, the other trailing up to pull needily at the neckline of your dress. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands sliding up to grip his broad shoulders. The movement of your dress spilling, revealing further the tops of your chest, had Enzo groaning against your ear. “Fuck, and you're not even wearing a bra. You're driving me mad, baby.”

You squirmed against his eagerly aggressive hold, never having seen Enzo this feral before. The feeling of his hands tending to your exposed breasts, kneading at the complimentary flesh, driving you crazy. His fingers pulled further at the fabric, wanting to see all of you. You gasped, leaning your head back against the tree, his head moving down to capture your perky nipples in his sweet mouth. The taste of lemonade filled his senses, mixed with the sweetness of your skin as his tongue lapped at it. His tongue swipes at the soft buds, the sounds of your mews making his cock twitch against his now constricting trousers. 

He’d never seen a piece of clothing accentuate your figure quite like this sundress had. The captivating blend of your alluring presence and almost bewitching sensualness drove him wild. He couldn’t believe what sorcery this was. He craved you in a way he never had before, his patience lost in the moment, unwilling to wait. His hands scrunched up the fabric, pushing your dress higher, his fingertips grazing against your lacy undies. He dragged a whimper from you, pleading for more, the eagerness of Enzo’s movements and his desire to make quick work created a pool of wetness between your thighs. He rested you down for an instant before his hands shifted, hiking one of your legs up and pressing your thigh firmly into place against the tree. The cool air blew between your spread legs, making you shiver, Enzo’s hunger making you whine. He shot you a teasing smile at your impatience. “Gonna fuck you hard in your pretty little sundress.” 

His free hand pulled at the restricting material, snapping your panties and extracting an agitated gasp from you. His grin widened smugly, stuffing your panties into his pocket. “Got your knickers in a twist, did I?” he chuckled at his own joke. You roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend, watching in anticipation for his next move. Still with your leg clutched by one of his hands, he skillfully maneuvered his belt and pants down with the other. Your eyes drifted, your core throbbing seeing his hardened cock, the pink tip already dampened with pre-cum. You bit your lip, eyes blown with lust as you yearned for him to fill you up. He rubs his throbbing cock along your slit, coating it in your wetness teasingly, his eyes locked on your whiney face. He smirked, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss, aggressively slipping his tongue into your mouth. He took advantage of you being distracted to plunge his hips forward, sinking his cock deep inside of you, revelling in the way he heard your whines turn into muffled moans. His lips moved against yours, not letting you escape his ferocious kiss, his hand moving to caress your face. His fingers clasping at the nape of your neck, tilting your head upward. 

Your head spins, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pounding into your cunt and your breath being stolen by his sweet, ravenous lips. Your hands find their way into his hair tugging at his brown locks, making him grunt as his head jerks back, allowing you to catch your breath. He presses you further into the tree, his pace increasing as you throw your head back, mouth agape as moans fall from your lips. His grip on your thigh tightens as he uses you as his stability, his fingers kneading into your soft skin, no doubt leaving marks. 

“Fuck me. Look how well you’re taking me. Such a pretty little slut letting me fuck you out in the open.” His words have your lips parting, sensual moans falling from them. Your head tilts back to lean on the tree, your eyes scrunching shut. Your mind rushes with a state of wooziness, cheeks burning as your body rises in heat. He loves the way you fall apart at his words as hips thrust roughly, groaning as he watches the way your pussy clenches around his cock. His hand reaches to rub your clit, erupting a string of incoherent whines out of you. The feel of your shallow breath against his skin makes him shiver. Your heart thumping while your body convulses with each thrust, the head of his cock slamming repeatedly inside, hitting that perfect spot. The noises of slapping echoes softly around the forest floor, though Enzo is so consumed with how his body is feeling to question if he took you further enough away from his friends.

“Such a good girl, that’s it clench around my cock, baby. God. Your pussy is so tight, you sound so fucking pretty.” Enzo’s words were spilling out of him in mumbles as his muscles tightened around his own pleasure building. He leans his head against your forehead as he rubs your clit faster, holding off barely on his own orgasm. He desperately wants to hear you fall apart before he does, his lips brushing yours as he whispers, “come on pretty girl, be a good girl and cum for me.” His words of encouragement send you over the edge as your body shakes, a rise of pleasure exploding through you. Your pussy pulses, squeezing him as your hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging grasping at his shirt. A series of your own incoherent words fall from your lips in lustful moans. Groans fall from Enzo’s lips, his eyes shut as you come undone, her unravelling triggering his own climax. His hands clench your thighs, pressing his hips further, enjoying how your pussy shakes at the feeling of him filling you up. 

He listens to the combination of your breathless pants blending together with his as your foreheads stick together. You two stay close, his cock resting comfortably still in your warm pussy, not wanting to pull out yet. As his eyes open, he takes in the gorgeous appearance of your flushed cheeks, the heightened desire fading from your eyes. A smile spreads across his face, his hand releasing your thigh back down. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his hand cups your cheek. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” His lips are on yours in a moment, taking you by surprise. 

The kiss is sweet and passionate. The feeling of warmth and love radiating off of him. Your lips moved in unison in a fervent dance, matching each other. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you moan, feeling him twitch, still being nestled inside you. Enzo pulls back with a cheeky grin, before he shifts his hips, removing himself from you.

He tucks himself back into his trousers, a sense of satisfaction flooding him, his eyes never leaving you. Amusement pools in them, watching how those once feral hands now delicately smooth out the fabric of your dress. Merlin, that dress, was going to be the death of him. Watching you fix yourself up just made him admire once again how it captured such an alluring feeling within him. 

Your movements are paused, your attention caught by the feeling of cum dripping slowly down your inner thigh. His brows raised, chuckling, taking in the nuance of her reaction as your cheeks blushed a deeper red. “Uh Enz, my panties please.” Your hand reached out, prompting him to hand the stuffed lace back to you. 

He chuckles, “No no, they’re staying with me, princess.” He notices your concerned look at heading back to your friend's pantie-less. “It’s alright. Everyone will just think it’s lemonade.” His face breaks into a cheeky grin at his assurance, sliding his tongue over his lips. The idea of you sitting soaked in his cum for the rest of the picnic in nothing but your dress is sending blood straight to his groin once again. 

You roll your eyes at his stupid statement, lunging at him to grab your underwear back. He’s quick and is already running past you and back towards the group, leaving you no choice but to follow. While your attempt to catch him is not apathetic, his legs are longer than yours and he reaches the clearing your friends are still sitting in first. At the sight of them you stall your running, catching your breath, shooting Enzo a glare. He chuckles, manoeuvring between Draco and Theo to sit himself down, patting the picnic blanket for you to join. The others turn their heads at your entrance, noticing your slightly flushed expression and Enzo’s extra cheeky nature. Theo speaks up, always nosey to find out information. “How was your walk?”

Enzo watches with mischievous eyes as you plant a seat down beside him, as he replies to Theo. “Scenic, lots of pretty things down there.” He grins at you, trying not to give away too much. You blush, meeting his gaze already thinking about the next time you can wear another sundress.

Masterlist

[positivelybeastly]

What do you think of Juan Jose ryp art of beast?

So, I actually had to look up which X-Force/Wolverine artist this was, because I . . . honestly don't keep a massive track on who's on what duty for these books. I haven't even capped them, which is. Telling. There's like 80+ issues of comics featuring Beast that I haven't capped because I dislike the subject matter so much.

In fact, you know what, here's some pulling back of the curtain and some statistics for you - you know the little icons that I used for replies?

These are 100x100 icons cut down to size manually after being screencapped from digital copies, for maximum resolution and quality. I have QUITE a lot of them saved up, a lot of them from back when I was first RPing back in 2013-2015.

For Human Hank, I have 208.

For classic/Ape Hank, I have 622.

For feline Hank, I have 1,018.

For modern Hank, I have 457.

For Dark Beast, I have 150.

Now, this isn't EXACTLY how much I like one form over the other, it's also determined by which one I tend to RP as most, but the two definitely influence each other - most people I write with get feline Hank, he's my default for a reason, he's the Hank I know best.

BUT ANYWAY.

Juan Jose Ryp.

Honestly, it's good art. His anatomy is good, he can capture fur texture well, he is certainly drawing the Beast that Ben Percy is asking him to draw. It's just a bit of a shame that it's the single worst version of Beast ever put to page, so I automatically see it, recognise it, and go, oh, yeah, from THAT run.

Honestly, almost any other time, this would be a scenario that would have me salivating, but instead I'm capping this, uploading it, then immediately throwing it in my recycle bin. I don't want it on my computer, straight up. And it's a shame, because the art is eminently very good. The colouring is on point, it has that underwater shine, the shading is excellent, the muscle definition is lovely . . .

I do also have to point out something, though, which. Annoys me. And I hesitate to point the finger at Ryp, because I don't know that it's his fault or not, it could be just how Ben Percy is telling him to draw this, but.

That's the wrong Beast.

I'm extremely well acquainted with every one of Hank's forms, and that is way more akin to THIS

than it is to THIS

Ryp draws 90s Beast. He does not draw modern Beast. Whether this is designed to intentionally repulse the reader, who sees the design, thinks of TAS Beast from the 90s show, and then reads him being an absolutely colossal chode, or if it's just straight up artist error, I don't know. Hank has a habit of being drawn badly or incorrectly. Don't believe me?

This art is from 2012, from issue #24 of Secret Avengers. The Avengers vs. X-Men tie-in.

Beautiful 90s Beast, right?

Except, you know.

He's meant to look like this.

Like a cat.

Aren't we meant to have, like . . . editors, and shit?

But yeah, Ryp draws 90s Beast, and it's flat out wrong. Artistic interpretation, sure, but it's just straight up wrong. Again, I don't know if he's being told to do this or not, but it's something I need to bring up, because this is not something that happens to Cyclops or Wolverine, and it bugs the living fuck out of me.

But yeah, Ryp does draw a lovely Beast, even if he's inaccurate. That being said, he's not my favourite modern Beast artist by a country mile. Cassara and Gill, who drew Beast in the X-Force books, I like more.

I also have an affection for Coccolo, just because he draws a very round and lovely Beast.

Like, yeah, he's a genocidal war criminal, but fuck, he's got such a lovely belly and thick as hell thighs and I am weak.

That being said, they are not my favourite modern Beast artists either, because this is a poisoned run and I don't like to think about these pages.

Sean Izaakse draws the best modern Beast, in my opinion. Is it partly because he illustrated the last time Beast was written in character?

But I do just genuinely think he draws an effortlessly handsome and gorgeous and animated Hank.

George Perez often said he had a good time drawing Hank, even calling him the funny little monkey man, asking his 90s collaborator Kurt Busiek if he could come back so he could draw him more, and honestly, you can see it in his art, in how much love and attention and how elaborate he gets with his work on Hank. I get that same feeling from Izaakse.

[viccyfics]

Femme Fatale

Rating: explicit

Fandom: Ghost band

Relationship: Swiss x Aurora

Words: 1515

Warnings: Tentacle dick, oral sex, sub and dom, mentions of bad aftercare, mentions of bad past relationships

Summary: Sub swiss and Dom Aurora oral to Femme Fetale by Twin Temple

Available here or or Ao3

"Such a good boy," Aurora smirked from behind her desk, applying her deep red lipstick in the mirror, but her eyes were on Swiss' reflection.

He was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, bead bowed in submission.

"sitting there so nice for me baby."

"Is sex appeal a deadly poison?"

Aurora glanced down at her phone to see what the song playing was, Cirrus had made her the playlist telling her that it would help a lot in the bedroom and so far the air ghoulette had been telling the truth.

What she wasn't expecting to see was the text notification from Cumulus;

"Make sure to fuck him hard and collect his soul Princess xx"

"I'm in the mood for destruction"

She couldn't help but shake her head with a chuckle, she had noticed very early on that the other ghoulettes had an almost game when it came to fucking Swiss and she was loving all the advice they had given her.

She had always been a very dominant ghoul even while in the pit, but there was an added layer of excitement with all the new sensations that came with being top side.

The toys were also a bonus.

"Don't be afraid of my pretty weapon Tell me what is so sinister about a woman?"

Placing her lipstick back down the desk. She slowly made her way to the tall ghoul.

Her hips swaying to the music, her tight underwear did nothing to hide the bulge of her tentacle trying to escape.

Swiss glanced up at her, both enjoying this angle. His eyes quickly caught sight of the squirming appendage, his mouth salivating at the image of it.

"We're all born with original sin"

"I like it when you're quiet like this." The multi-ghoulette mused, her hand coming up to cup Swiss' left cheek.

"Do you promise not to bite me?" she asked, although joking, she asked the question every time she put anything in his mouth that was a part of her body.

"I choose to use mine on men"

Swiss nodded in reply.

"You can talk baby, it's okay. You know I need you to actually answer me."

"No Mistress, I won't bite."

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

"Do you think you could take it down your throat?" The top of her tentacle was now slipping its way out the waist and, a little too early for her liking, but considering it had a mind of its own when it wanted to, it was doing an okay job of behaving.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

That was all it took for Aurora to pull her lace panties roughly down her thighs one-handedly, using the hand still cupping Swiss' cheek to push his head forward a little.

The tentacle moved to try and reach out for the ghoul, the tip deepening in colour as it started to drop onto the floor.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"Ah, shit..." Aurora hissed out as Swiss opened his mouth allowing the tentacle to find its place inside.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

Swiss licked his tongue from the base near her vaginal opening and back to the tip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Just like that" she groaned, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his head to grip at his locs to push the tentacle further into his mouth.

It certainly wasn't the longest in the band, or thickest for that matter, but Swiss still found it to be his favourite so far, but he'd never tell anyone but Aurora that.

"Such a good boy."

"lie with me, commit crimes with me"

Aurora couldn't handle this position anymore. Just standing there felt weird, but she couldn't help but love having Swiss look up to her.

She thought for a second before pushing his head back slightly and lifting her left leg, putting her bare foot down on the bed next to Swiss' thigh to give him more access.

"Use your hands baby, It's okay."

"I'm your nightmare, I'm your fantasy"

Pulling both hands quickly from behind his back, the right one gripped Aurora's thigh to keep her from pulling away as he sucked the appendage that was starting to wiggle down his throat.

And his left, going underneath her to stroke a finger along her folds.

"It kills you to love a lady like me"

"Fuck, Swiss just like that!" the ghoulette moaned when two fingers sunk into her body with a squelch.

Swiss let out a small moan, sending vibrations straight through the tentacle, pushing Aurora further into her lust-clouded mind.

"Well one day I'll put you out of your misery"

Swiss could feel the tentacle doing its best to try and stretch out to push past his uvula, but with no such luck.

His tongue still ran up and down its length, twirling around the tip and repeating.

"We're all born with original sin"

"Keep doing that!" Aurora cried out, both hands in Swiss' hair tightening, her thigh flush against his head.

She could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she knew Swiss wasn't far behind.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"Don't stop!" This was it, the final stretch before she came.

The final stretch until Swiss' mouth would be filled with her fluid.

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

Swiss moaned again, adding a third finger into the squirming ghoulette, his fingers pumping to no particular rhythm, her g-spot being stroked every time he pulled them out and pushed back in.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

"Keep doing that baby." Aurora stuttered out, her legs shaking, "I'm about to cum, please don't stop!"

Swiss glanced up at her, most of his view being the hair brushing against his face, but he did catch a few glimpses of her face, sweaty and red, eyes rolled to the back of his head, lips trembling.

Gorgeous.

He knew better than to change up his movements now, even though his jaw was aching, his tongue was growing tired, and his hand was cramping up.

And the tentacle in his mouth kept thrashing slightly as Aurora's orgasm grew closer.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"I'm coming!" Aurora cried out, her claws digging into Swiss' scalp, making him exhale through his nose in pain.

The tentacle jerked, her cum filling his mouth and spilling out from between his lips.

Aurora pulled away, her arms dropping down to her side and her shaking leg coming off of the bed.

She let herself drop to the floor in front of Swiss.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

The ghoulette looked up at Swiss from the floor, he had put his hands back behind his back, making no move to clean up his face.

His cheeks bulged as he refused to swallow until given the all-clear making Aurora giggle.

"You can swallow baby, it's okay."

Doing as he was told, Swiss tilted bus head back to Swallow it all at once.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Are you okay?" Aurora asked, not trusting her still shaking legs to lift her onto the bed just yet.

"I'm okay." Swiss spoke his voice hoarse.

"Did you drop?" Aurora queried putting her head on Swiss' knee.

"We're all born with original sin"

"No, but I don't know if we're done or not." Swiss muttered truthfully, looking away from the ghoulette.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"We're done baby, let's go clean you up."

"Thanks, Rory."

"La Femme Fatale

Come, follow me"

Aurora placed a hand on Swiss' knee, her head now lifted to help push herself up to her feet.

Swiss watched her carefully, keeping an she on her to make sure she didn't fall over as she grabbed a towel each for the both of them.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

Heading towards the joined bathroom, Swiss could hear her turn on the water for the bath.

"Oh!" Aurora gasped, shocked to see Swiss in the doorway.

"I was gonna come get you." She commented.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"You're getting in with me aren't you?" Swiss asked looking down at her with a small frown in his lips.

"Of course I am, I'm not just going to leave you after a scene."

"Just shut up and kiss me"

"I know you wouldn't!" Swiss gasped, worried about upsetting the small ghoulette. "It's just.." he paused not sure of what to say.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"You've been left without aftercare?" Aurora asked putting the pieces together herself.

Swiss nodded with a sad look on his face, "It was a long time ago, Don't worry."

"Na na, na na na na na na"

Aurora stepped towards him to help pull off his t-shirt, "Let's get in the bath, have a cuddle and get you some food okay?"

"Je suis la belle dame sans mercy!"

"Sounds perfect, Roy."

[mionakt]

Pretty Packaging

Literally no one asked and I've delivered since I have zero employment... my favourite packaging in the beauty/body/fragrance whatever space right now. There are many more that I've might of missed out on because I'm half awake but here we are:

This S.M Novella fragrance... the colour, simplicity and all it's intricacies... muah I LOVE it and would kill just to have it looking pretty on my bookshelf.

This Niki De Saint Phalle Ceramic Powder Box... something about it being shiny like a golden egg and the phallic nature of the snake, chef's kiss... It's giving Adam and Eve apple.

I'm literally obsessed with anything sexual and erotic... this Byredo mascara literally looks like a cherry red vibrator in the best way possible and performs well like one.

I'm a sucker for any and every simple bar soap and I could have but them all on this list but something about this one... the sexy olive green colour, the simple vintage packaging... need I say more?

This is so sexy and I want it...I would have saw this Rouge powder when I was eight and cried to my mom to buy it for me and I still do now.

I'm an actual crack addict when it comes to anything Loewe... I can't afford anything fashion wise they make but this candle... Give it to me! It's so chic, you can tell I love the colour olive green and it's so perfect that honestly if I owned one I would be too scared to light it and make it look ugly.

Forget Bondi Sands baby Chanel has entered the chat. Even though this tanning water was a limited release... it's packaging is so tres chic and I want it on my shelf on display.

This one was obvious but whatever anything that Universalle Buly creates I salivate over. Even their fucking toothbrushes... if their products are amazing their packaging is even better. Don't get me started on their hand cream too...perfection.

This perfume Le Feu d'Issey by Issey Miyake and it's extraterrestrial futuristic packaging has me on my knees. It's the colour of my dreams and looks nothing like a fragrance which I froth over...

Lastly, I was close to not adding this one because it looks so similar to the Loewe candle above but I had to... the Theraplush hand lotion packaging is to die for... the colour jade stone and a magnetic lid a la Byredo style has me drooling. With a little nook on top for your rings...

[bluiex]

:((

“My king.” Scar breathed, blood dripping from his lips the same time as his words of worship. He was knelt, like a good subject, at the foot of his king’s throne. “I’m yours, wholly and completely.”

“Oh, I know you are.” Mumbo hummed. His fangs glinted in the low light, shining like silver and ruby. “You’re good, perfect. Letting your king feed.” He leaned down and kissed Scar’s neck, his fangs grazing his skin slightly.

Scar shuddered at the sensation before gasping when Mumbo finally bit down. Mumbo’s holy touch graced him, drinking his blood with all the grace of the king he was. Mumbo captured Scar in a kiss- the vex could taste himself on his king’s tongue. “Please..”

“What is it?” Mumbo spoke, voice reverberating in the room like a gods.

“Please.. may I feed?” Scar whispered, feeling himself already begin to salivate. Mumbo nodded, and Scar began. He bit into Mumbo’s soft thigh, tearing. “My king.” He moaned, feeling the divine of his king’s flesh and blood fill his senses. Everything was always good- no, perfect- when it came to his king. He tasted glorious, like he was of the heavens themselves. Scar wouldn’t doubt Mumbo actually was.

“What a perfect subject.” Mumbo smiled, eyes a brilliant blood scarlet. The same colour dripping down Scar’s chin, the same colour filling his veins with life and his brain with desire. “Mine.”

“Yours.” Scar spoke it like a prayer.

got lazy oof

-💚

OUGHHHGG HOHIFJSHAHFJG 💚 amazing. I'm just *bites the bars of my cage*

[proyectofemoide]

Skinned

Because of him, now I am a group of dark silhouettes at which the moon laughs cruelly.

The waterfall of drowned sighs

A perpetually burning machination

The canvas of La Maja vestida waiting to reveal her smooth and pale skin

A match waiting to be lit

A queen with a guttural voice

An involuntary master, a hunting prey

The crow that drools over your carrion

Why do you see all this?

And not the person in front of you

---------------------------------

I wanna die alone, wild in my Venezuelan páramo

03/01/2024

When people get to know me and start to really enjoy my company, they bone me and fill me with cotton, even though I have the eyes of an owl.

I don't know how to live when people don't want me to be honest, but they care more about me acting out a fantasy, their fantasy (never mine). Always with its binary dynamics of power and control, where need is greater than love.

Nobody knows what free love is. Stressed with the assumption that everyone else does it in the most (in)correct way, with (dis)ordered steps, with a brutal and healthy naturalness that our overly awake brains do not understand.

People hold hands, go to a place I don't know, and on the way back they tell me that I should want to go too without further explanation. A site to which almost all songs, books, movies and TV series are dedicated.

Maybe I'm the problem, because my freedom looks rough from the outside. I do not know what I feel when your eyes salivate leaning towards me, when that big and vitreous gaze opens the cage of the lava ants within my veins and colours me. I take a taxi, I don´t wanna be reduced to a rating of 1 to 5, where my uterus becomes a hotel.

I cannot find the seven differences between the consumption of human bodies and my mother's conditional love. That's why I live every single day at a time, sipping and sipping the flavours of life that are being denied to me, where erotism inhabits the beating of wings or a melody.

"When sex is commodified, it becomes an article of conspicuous consumption." 

— Angela Chen (2020).

[myrthing]

I'm going to be serious for a bit and refrain from friendly language family ribbing, and before I start I need you all to know how much that distresses me. (That's it, that's the disclaimer.)

There's this thing that is always in the back of my mind in online spaces, and it's this one: Language. To me, the internet is in English. I don't speak Spanish or Mandarin, so those spheres are off-limit to me, whereas English, as the current lingua franca, got taught to me in school. I acquired my fluency online. So: the internet is in English

The Internet is also American. That's not surprising; of course people from the USA will dominate an Anglophone sphere. It's a fucking huge country, with English as its de facto official language. I don't think there's a single European out there who hasn't had some grievance with the absolute US cultural dominance online. Take racism discourse, as a completely non-controversial example: Discussions that start focused on racism in US history are excellent! It is not great when people try to use those exact perspectives on other countries, which erases their native points of view, and prevents cross-cultural understanding. Discussion of worldwide racism can't be forced into a US shaped mould.

Right about here is where I usually start thinking about languages. English is my second language (mine and over a billion other people worldwide). According to Wikipedia, 380 million people speak English as their native language. My first language has ten million speakers.

I'm Scandinavian, so I'm the kind of white that gets creeps salivating about genocide and pure Aryan women. I am, by skin colour and heritage and passport, the kind of privileged person that tops the racial hierarchy (for argument's sake, I'm ignoring disability here).

But only if you think my language doesn't matter. 10 million native speakers are a lot more than what most languages in the world have. At the same time, 10 million doesn't even get you to the top 50 most spoken languages. We're usually somewhere at the tail end of the top 100 most spoken, which should only serve to illustrate how many languages there are in the world (so goddamn many, despite all the ones we've lost).

If I were American, I would be about as privileged as I could be on the global scale. But I'm not American. "White" isn't a language or a culture. I have some touchstone in common with people my age across the western world. I read Harry Potter as a kid, but I never watched SpongeBob. Maybe you have at least heard of Pippi Longstocking, but you certainly never watched Spader, Madame! (yes this is the example I'm going with here, don't question the fact that it's neither for children nor temporarily accurate for my generation)

The point I'm attempting to make, via rambling, is that language matters. The closer you are culturally to the current giant, the more influenced will your culture be. The fewer speakers, the more vulnerable to erasure and decline. An official language of a sovereign nation is more robust than an indigenous minority language.

Language is the carrier of culture. Am I privileged over a Mexican Spanish speaker? Over a person who speaks Hindi? My language is privileged over Saami, over Finnish, over Meänkieli, but is raw numbers of speakers the only thing that matters? Of course not: consider how literature plays a part, how many books or newspapers or comics are written and published in a language. Are there movies, music, radio.

The Internet, as a place where English is the lingua franca, and where the default country is assumed to be the USA, there is an idea that all non-English languages are minority languages, that all non-white ethnicities are minorities. Online, the only reason you have to assume a US default is myopia.

[pumpkzsafeplace]

Hello 👋 I suffer from terrible anxiety attacks lately that make me feel like I can't breathe. I have this feeling that I'm choking and can't get any air in my lungs. I decided to write down some things that help me in the worst moments and I thought ,,why not post them here in case anyone else might need it?"

Here are things I do that help me with nervous shortness of breath:

First and most important thing: calm down.

Sometimes this feeling comes out of nowhere and it is difficult to locate its cause. Try to stay calm! Panic only makes it worse. If you're panicking really bad you might start to feel how your muscles tense up and kind of squish everything inside of you. Your head might start to hurt and your vision can get blurry. If you're in a really bad state like this and you can't seem to calm down here's what I'd recommend to do 👇

\→ try thinking about your favourite thing like a favourite colour/movie etc. but when you're thinking about it try to describe everything in EXTREME detail. For example: my favourite show is Sherlock BBC and my favourite character is Mycoft Holmes who's Sherlock's older brother. He's a middle aged man with short dark hair etc. Saying it out loud helps a lot.

\→ I've realised recently that an adrenaline shock can really help when you're panicking really bad so my recommendation is a cold shower. Turn the water as cold as it can get and jump in. This gives you kind of a shock wave and your body will hopefully kind of ,,reset". Now you're mad because you're cold but the panic should be over.

\→ if you're afraid that ,,what if I'm actually suffocating and I should go to the hospital?" Stay calm!!! I've been in ER many times because of my breathing but everything had always turned out to be just fine. What you're gonna do is try to find a pulse oximeter if you have one and if you don't check if your phone has a function of checking your blood oxygenation level. You should find it in a system health app. Remember to remove any nail polish you have on one of your fingers before the test! If your oxygen percentage is above 94% you're most likely not suffocating and have to calm down. Soon everything should go back to normal.

Now you might be wondering... ,,Why is it happening?"

Humans have something called autonomic nervous system which controls our heart rate and blood pressure, breathing, salivation etc. The most important thing is it can not just stop working out of nowhere. You can have a feeling like you're suffocating or your heart isn't working right but try to stay calm. It's probably just your stress that makes you feel this way. The more you think about it the worse it gets. Your nervous system can be calmed through stress and tension-reducing activities such as exercise, including stretching, yoga, and meditation. It's nothing dangerous when you know how to deal with it :)

But how to breathe properly in this situation?

👇

Inhale - 5 seconds

Hold - 5 seconds

Exhale - 9 seconds

Repeat until you've calmed down.

Try distracting yourself!

Thinking about it will only make it worse so it's best to distract yourself. Personally taking with my friends or family members really helps. Try to do something that causes your breathing to go in ,,autopilot" mode. Singing or talking might help - you kind of start to breathe automatically when you're speaking. Try eating something or if you're feeling well enough you can even try to go for a walk. Don't force yourself to do that though if you're still panicking!!! Regulate your breathing manually first using the 5-5-9 method from above.

Fresh air!!!

Open the windows or even go outside. Find yourself a fan. That helps a lot too. Try to lay down on your back and bring your legs to your chest. Tilt your head slightly backwards. This will help clear the airways in your body.

Things to remember

If you don't have any basis to think that cause of your shortness of breath is related to any illness don't panic! It's most likely caused by stress. It can be sudden and have no particular cause but as long as your oxygen level is above 94% you're fine. Try to calm down!!! Distract yourself and try not to overthink it. Use the 5-5-9 method to regulate your breathing. Remember it's nothing dangerous when you know how to handle it, and as I hope - now you do :)

I hope this helps. Stay safe littles ❤️‍🩹

- 🐅

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

hihi lil bug’ 🌼

thank you so much for sharing these tips!

anxiety & panic attacks can creep up on anyone when they least expect it! at least knowing these key things will help you tackle it when it gets too much <3.

big big big hugs to you & any littles who are struggling right now <3,

you've got this i promise! <3.

-🍰

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Rhythm i am fine thank u for asking, I’d give u cuddles too. I might come off of anon soon someday !! If i feel it hehe

and if king Chris can give me cuddles that would be nice of him. :(

To distract both of us from adulting

1) princess giving birth !! How would things go after she got the two pups lix and minnie out ? How would chris react to his wife’s weak state, would he panic? And how would they react seeing their pups for the first time ;( ☹️☹️

I think chris would say sth like “the pups look like they belong in my beloved’s arm.”

2) pretty wearing baby pink coquette lingerie! Ik wereroomies chris loves black and burgundy lace but if she wore blush pink or sth in soft lace and silk!! And maybe wore a white ribbon in her hair !! Or a white sheer babydoll 🤨

(Basically channel her inner princess reader)

It could be like a Chris got promoted so she surprises him by wearing these at night, whether or not they plan in getting sexy. She makes dinner in these things, or watches him make dinner while she reads a book. Or cockwarms him. BYEEE!

- 🐧

i just got to this, and i'm telling you, penguin... i'm dizzy, this is making me dizzy 😩

Thoughts.... so many

like.... i feel like princess might've had a difficult time giving birth. having twins is difficult on its own, but having WEREWOLF twins??? must be even more so.

she was probably in labour for hours, in pain, to the point where she started crying out of frustration because "i want them out!! get them out, please!!" and Chris will be all distressed seeing her in so much pain, to the point where he starts to briefly consider not getting her pregnant ever again.

but that's not really what she wants, she's just in pain, you know?

the moment the pups do come out, she's just so relieved, heart so full feeling her children against her skin. and Chris is just.... over the moon. he knew she would make it, she is his perfect mate, she was made for him in every single way, so of course she would be able to birth his children.

seeing her, seeing his pups, there, whining and writhing a bit in her hold made him just so proud. that's the love of his life and his beautiful healthy children and he's just... enamoured. he almost cries when he had to cut the cords, but he kept the tears in because no one but his wife can see him like that and the midwives were there >:(

in any case, the recovery process was surely a long one. you bet your ass Chris made sure his precious wife didn't move a single finger. there was an army of maids and midwives helping her in every way they could, until she was strong enough for chris and her to care for their cute little pups on their own :(((

i'm sure our King just loved being present at all times. he kept his duties to a minimum for as long as he could, and you know he had regained her strength enough to resume their feedings (he, sadly, decided to stop when he saw how tired she was after giving birth. he wanted his milk but every ounce of her energy needed to be reserved for his pups so he reached a compromise with himself )))): )

NOW. ABOUT PRETTY AND CHRIS....

it's true he loves the darker lingerie, but, realistically, AS IF this man isn't going feral for his pretty girl in any and every possible colour???

the white and pink will trigger something in him, though... like, it'll probably make him want to ruin her even more than he already does. it'd probably remind his inner wolf of all those times she's dressed like an innocent, defenceless bunny, and he'll just.... salivate like the horny dog he is.

atp he doesn't even question why she'd be dressed that way, if there's a reason or no reason at all. you just know that the moment he spots his pretty baby all dolled up, anything else he was going to do is pushed aside. it's Praise and Worship time.

if there's something he can't get away from doing, then he will have her cockwarming him for as long as he's got to be focused on the task )):

occasionally kneading one of her breasts, or pinching her nipple, just overall touching her all over... and the second he can have his full focus back on her, he's Focused.

orgasm galore. an evening of just the alpha couple doing nothing else but each other <33

[whitegoldtower]

Making my official intro post for my Durge: A wood-elf, Circle of Spores Druid-Barbarian named Ungolhir (Goldie for short).

My ideas for him came from playing through Act II with another character (if you know about Thaniel and Oliver, you'll see where I'm going with this). Basically, Ungolhir is the Oliver to Halsin's Thaniel. Halsin is a hawthorn tree, and Ungolhir is a blackthorn tree. Halsin wears light colours, Ungolhir wears dark. Together, they're representative of the balance druids strive for, and just as Ungolhir helps Halsin with his problems, Halsin helps him with his urges. Halsin represents the order of nature and 'life', whereas Ungolhir represents the chaos of nature and 'death', or more accurately 'decay'.

His name is in reference to his wildshape, which is a giant spider. (Ungol coming from Tolkien's Quenya for 'spiderweb'). I wanted to werewolf-build him a little bit, wherein when his urges strike, he loses control over his wildshape (a bit like Halsin, again, only in the other direction - Halsin loses control during a romance scene, whereas Ungolhir loses control when he kills), so the last thing Alfira sees is probably a massive, salivating spider (which then proceeds to partially eat her).

He's on his redemption arc, though. He started off with extremely poor control over his urges (I was basically making him give in to nearly all of them), but Alfira's death is the turning point at which he basically says 'yeah no, fuck this' and starts fighting it.

... And now Astarion has TWO big strong druids to keep him safe and warm.

Also I think it's kind of poetic for Astarion (as a vampire spawn) to be sandwiched between representations of Life and Death (who are also holding hands).

[justanotherniky]

30 Day HypMic Challenge!

Double post today! Because I wasn't gonna be left behind~

DAY 7: CHARACTER YOU RELATE TO THE MOST/FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER

🎭 NURUDE SASARA

There's two clauses to this day and Sasara kind of fits both, but mostly he goes here because he's my absolute favourite character in HypMic alongside Ramuda. But I do relate to this bad boi a bit, because if you couldn't tell, clowns who clown together stick together. :)

It took me forever to actually pick a favourite character in HypMic, because there's so many, and because I'm just kind of like that. Takes me a while to commit. :kekw:

And even when I did pick, I couldn't fully settle on one, because as I said, Sasara does share the spot with Ramuda. But I guess they're my favourites for some of the same reasons, but some different ones.

I remember liking Sasara as soon as I met him while listening to the drama tracks. I knew all of the characters already, but when I got to the DotsuHon track, I had never seen Sasara in action yet, I'd just read something off of the wiki and seen pictures of him. I had no strong opinions.

But oh boy was I about to have them.

I just loved him. I didn't expect him to be so smart and clever right off the bat. I was absolutely not expecting to perceive his depth so quickly, even through his usual funny and lighthearted persona. He immediately spoke to me, and I knew I was dealing with one that was going to become one of my favourite characters ever, not just in HypMic. My ult bias, if you will. *wink* (Sasara sits at the same table as Han Jisung in my brain. They should both feel honoured.)

Not to mention that he's, just, hot. Like, LOOK AT THE MAN. I know the orange matched with the green hair is a bit controversial but STILL the idea of a very polished looking outfit but in funky colours and with a silly pattern just feels perfectly in tune with his personality. It fits him! And that also means I get to salivate over him when they choose to remove his jacket in ARB cards. (Looking at you latest event - I was a mess for days.)

Obviously, knowing me, number 1 gay person and BL fan, my favourite character couldn't not be a gay little shit as well. That is something we have in common a stupid amount: both Sasara and I are gay disasters. We would have so much fun simping over men together while drinking tea. Also it is so hilarious that Sasara has such a fixed type in men I swear to god, the Rosho/MCD Samatoki parallels have me cackling every time. This man really replaced his ex he couldn't get over with basically the same guy but in white cum patate. Iconic move. For the history books.

Also, is anyone surprised that my favourite character is once again an ENTP fuckboy? No, I know. No one is. But birds of a feather come together, I guess, because I also am an ENTP fuckboy. :) I wasn't always - I guess this little bastard influenced me, together with some other assholes like Vanitas or Dazai or who knows who else. There's always one.

Should I cut the Sasara ramble short? Maybe. Maybe I should. Thanks to those who stuck around. Stan DotsuHon, stan Sasara. Ship SasaRosho. Peace out xoxo

[meownotgood]

LITERALLY WHEN I SAW ATSV I WAS PONDERING SPIDER AKI .. imagine he does the kon motion to shoot his webs?? idk i just wanna see him in the spidey suit HDJWBF

also i feel like his suit wldnt b outright blue but blue wld b the main accent colour !! (i mainly wanna kiss spider aki like in the one scene from spiderman 2002)

- 🐙

I KNOW JUST HFNBFHF EVER SINCE I GOT HOME I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

omg him doing kon to shoot the webs is such a genius idea... just... him saving u from danger... him in that tight ass suit... it hugs his chest and his shoulders and his waist... trying not to salivate rn

AND YES GOD I'M SO GLAD YOU MENTIONED IT BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE UPSIDEDOWN KISS WITH HIM HHHHHHHHHH

[maesterchill]

Wippety Snip

I was tagged by the very talented trifecta @tackytigerfic @wolfpants and @lettersbyelise to share a wip snip. Thank you for the tag, friends! And you can check out their fantastic snips here, here and here, respectively.

So, this snippet is from a WIP that's half posted and I'm trying hard to get all finished before I post the rest. I started posting in back in 2019 for @wireless-festive-minifest and I posted a chapter every month or two until about Jan 2021 where I finally succumbed to all the other pretty squirrels competing for my attention and semi-abandoned it. But I'm committed to finishing it now, by hook or by crook, and have two new chapters drafted and hope to write about four more after that. And then... post the thing.

Background here is that Lucius Malfoy has initiated a Pureblood Giftgiving loop with Harry Potter based on the 12 Days of Christmas, and there is a sorta curse attached where Harry is obliged to marry Draco at the end of it unless he can make Lucius a better offer. If that makes no sense to you, I completely empathise.

Sunday morning rolled around as it usually did, with a stripe of sunlight coming through the curtains and across my bedspread (those curtains never bloody closed properly) inviting me to begin my day. I got up and pulled the curtains open, and dazzling light flooded the room, painting the colours of the room anew—the gorgeous burgundies and golds that reminded me of Hogwarts—and I felt a little of those golden rays soak into my skin.

It looked to be a picture perfect day out there. Despite the whole mess with Malfoy, perhaps I could do as he did, have a relaxing day, cook a tasty breakfast, maybe even have a bath—if it was good enough for Malfoy, it was good enough for me. I was pretty sure I still had a bottle of Matey bubble bath in the bathroom cabinet. 

What was the point of stressing? Hermione was busy writing up a geniusly devious letter for Lucius, and Malfoy had implied that he’d go along with the plan of somehow getting his dad to read it aloud, so really, there was little point in tormenting myself about the whole thing. I ignored the little voice in the back of my head trying to goad me into thinking about Malfoy expertly fucking me the day before and then casting me aside not two minutes after we were done, and instead pulled on some cosy pyjamas and thought about making myself some eggs and bacon. And maybe some fried tomatoes and a bit of black pudding. And, gods, some hot buttered toast on the side and a strong cup of tea. 

However, I was halfway down the stairs—and still salivating at the thoughts of my upcoming breakfast—when an almighty drone arose, along with what sounded like several dying cats.

I opened the front door and there was a man standing right on the doorstep playing a bloody bagpipe. In the centre of London, on a Sunday morning. My neighbours would be livid. Never mind my neighbours, I was livid! 

"What the fuck, mate?" I roared over the din. 

He stopped playing—if you could call it that; his piping appeared to be the long-lost missing link between music and noise—for long enough to shout "Gift for Mr Potter from Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Esquire," and he produced an envelope from within his rather large and tasselled sporran.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

And so to the tagging. Loads have been tagged already, but I'm not going to check who -- just tag some folks I know are working on stuff and I am pure nosy and want to read some of it. So @kbrick @lqtraintracks @aibidil @cavendishbutterfly @the-sinking-ship @the-starryknight @skeptiquewrites @gnarf @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w you're all tagged!

[pxelbunny]

Tagged by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants- thanks! Sorry I'm so bad at getting to tag games. It is the Doing of Things that gets me every time.

last song: Oblivion by Royal Blood

favourite colour: Red and pink

currently rewatching: Chainsaw man. Chainsaw man is always on my rewatch list.

last movie: Birds of Prey I thiiiiiiiink.

last book: Last book I finished reading was How to Sell Your Blood and Fall in Love. But I'm currently reading like a stack of twenty books.

sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury. Ruined my palate for sweet things by chugging coffee at a young age years ago.

last thing I googled: When a store I'm supposed to open next week ... uh, opens.

current obsession: Chainsaw man and Cyberpunk 2077. Salivating over both.

currently working on: Started a new OG story that's pretty fun. It is currently marinading but I've written up some basic character sheets and geographical landpoints as well as researching a bit on the tech/magic system I want to use.

tagging: uhhhmmm.... @explorersaremadeofhope @anpansblog @sweetpyxels @adzrielfaie and @glitterjazz (or whichever account you use these days).

[deoxygenated]

first part of the dream was about having this huge house where every room was almost its own suite and there were a lot of rooms.

I was offering shelter to a girl and her cat and had to lead her past several rooms until I found one that was just up the stairs.

Opening the door, the room was filled with old furniture and 2 stray cats. We rearranged the old penny coloured couch so there would be somewhere to sleep. and surprisingly her cat and the other 2 got on like instantly. So I wished her good night and closed the door.

The second part was tangentially connected. Instead of the guy offering shelter, I was a fighter of sorts.

This guy had sworn to kill me but the fighting androids he had working under him didn't want to fight me really. One did but he was like pragmatic about it.

"One of you has to die in the ring then. That's the only way this feud will be called off- one must die in the ring." I told them. The older android nodded his head solemnly while one of the other two looked a little curious.

I could tell she was going to manipulate this in her favour, in a way I hoped I also wanted.

We depart to make preparations for the fight. The main arena is a maintained but somewhat dilapidated underground theatre turned into a battleground. It's hidden beneath this huge maze of a flea market where people will sell anything.

The next day I'm walking around with some of my associates- those who are starting the trouble I'm in a feud over. Two freshly turned vampires. I have to keep them distracted with conversation and moving through the crowd lest they accidentally latch onto a target.

They both pause a second, staring at some tile silhouettes of people. Why do those look so good? They wonder.

I'm glad it's not real people but I can tell its getting close. We have to hurry.

"C'mon the communist fighting ring is the only place I know that offers the services you need." I picture their paper trifold menu in my head and salivate. "They also have really fucking good lemonade."

The two vampires perk up and follow me. We walk into a both made of those cheap wire cubes that clip together at the corners with plastic. The owner has them arranged as the flat walls and ceilings of his place. From which hang a thousand varieties of hats.

He knows me and knows I'm headed for the arena entrance but I stop and make a request of him first.

Hat shop guy smiles toothily as I hand over a wad of cash. He leads us past his ugly flame printed headbands section to push through a door hiding behind some of his backstock. We're lead into a secret covered courtyard where there seems to be several chairs with straps and stools placed at the side.

Two are in use from the noises we can hear, though privacy veils are set up.

He gets his grunts to pull a body bag from a compartment on the roof of his shop. They unzip it and strap the corpse on the chair. Veils are set up and an extra stool is provided for the second vampire with me.

They go and feed.

"Hey."

Hat shop guy, his grunts, and I snap toward the voice instantly. Another booth owner is leaning by the door. He wants a bribe to keep quiet about all this.

We're not sure how he got here and it'd be suspicious to start 'disappearing' other workers here. However we're not left with much choice when one of the vampires that were in here earlier walks out. She's topless, her t-shirt and bra just stuffed hanging out of the back pocket of her jeans. And blood is obviously around her mouth and dripping down her breasts.

"I'm trying to eat in peace here. But I wouldn't mind something... fresher."

The hat guy shrugs with a wide grind and gestures. His grunts move in to get the guy. Anything for a customer.

I wake up.