#these two...were made for this

[softquietsteadylove]

tomb raider. Please. Smut. I beg of you.

Gilgamesh woke at the sound of his door being opened. It was the middle of the night, late for even Karun to be 'checking on him', or Druig to be looking for the best spot in the mansion to relay a signal or some bullshit.

Gil had gotten used to a lot of that while he had stayed with them.

It was only going to be while Thena was still in a cast, at first. He had been with her in the hospital after transport, and he got the impression that she had silently - maybe even reluctantly - appreciated him being there with her. And so when she insisted she could be treated from the comfort and privacy of her estate, he had just...gone with her then, too.

Karun had set him up in a room in the east wing. The house was so damn big it was more like a castle. He checked up on Gil regularly, but Gil got the sense it was actually because Karun was deeply protective of Thena, and keeping his eyes on their first guest in what he had implied to be decades helped him feel better.

Druig was seen less often, usually scurrying from point A to point B while working and perfecting said work. He would spare Gil the odd good morning (no earlier than 4pm), or maybe even a nod of his head while pilfering the main kitchen for things his guest house lacked.

Thena was finally up and around, and recovering well. The stitches in her leg had dissolved and she no longer needed crutches or even a cane. Really, there was little reason for him to still be there.

But none of them mentioned it. He had brought it up once or twice, mostly out of fear that he might overstay his welcome and come off as rude and imposing. Thena and Karun and Druig had their own ecosystem, here.

But Thena had quietly yet definitively said that he was welcome--no expiration date. That was the end of the discussion. It sounded a bit open ended, but Gil got the sense from the other two men there that it was practically asking him to stay, as far as Thena was concerned.

So he did.

He blinked, trying to orient himself in the dark of the room. It was a hell of a room; big, fancy bed, old wood, canopy and everything. Thena's room was just as fit for a princess as he had always imagined.

He had been in there a few times now, checking on her, bringing her food. Even just keeping her company while she was bedridden, and explosively cranky because of it. Karun and Druig had avoided it, but Gil didn't mind it, all things considered. It felt like the Thena he knew from working, more than the tired and vaguely depressed Thena who was defeated from having to stay off her leg for nearly two months straight.

"Thena?" he blinked, trying to see in the dark. There was a little blueish moonlight creeping in from the beautiful windows, but they had heavy curtains to help keep the sunlight from invading as early as dawn, given the room orientation.

She padded over to him. He had learned that she was as silent as a cat walking around. She was light on her feet while working, sure, but her in bare feet?--he would be better off trying to track a ghost.

Gil reached for the night stand lamp but her land laid over his to keep him from it. She pushed forward, keeping him towards the center of the bed, even perching herself on the luxurious white sheets and duvet.

Her never saw her with her hair down. It was beautiful.

"You okay?" he asked, but still didn't receive an answer.

She had been...different. For the last two weeks of his stay, she had been watching him, quietly, almost patiently, like she was waiting for a certain tell. They still sparred verbally, as they were wont to do, but sometimes after Thena would get all quiet and then just...look at him.

Like now.

"Thena-!" Gil blinked as she leaned over, pressing her lips to his. Her amazing, amazing lips. His hands moved a little too automatically, finding the sleek bend of her waist and the sharp line of her jaw.

"Hm." It was such a small sound, but god did it make him want to hear more. He reached for more, greedily pulled her closer to him. Her hands spread out on his chest, which he had forgotten was completely bare.

"Mm, Thena," he tried to gather his self-control and pull away. She didn't make it easy. He frowned, "are you--this is-"

She leaned forward, kissing him again. "Karun is asleep."

That was her argument?--that her lurking father figure wouldn't be interrupting them?

Gil moaned (totally against his will). Her pale skin absolutely glowed from what light existed in the room. She was wearing a light, silk white robe. It loosened as she leaned against him and he caught sight of even more skin. He moaned louder.

She was completely naked under it.

Thena climbed on top of him, decisive and direct as she always was. She kissed him in a way that made it impossible for him to stop. Well, it made her impossible to resist. His hands slid up her waist, over her slim rib cage and back. She alternated between straddling his hips between her knees and rising up to press their chests together.

He grunted as he felt her breasts crush against him.

Thena ran her hand over his shoulder and up his neck, scraping until she could run her fingers through his hair. "Gil."

He practically whimpered. She was making this really, really difficult to resist. And his body was way, way ahead of him.

She pressed her hips down against his, teasing the firmness in his sweatpants like the mink she was. Her lithe limbs slithered around over him, teasing him mercilessly with sensation.

He growled in the back of his throat. He was way beyond salvation, way beyond willpower. He just wanted more of her. He reached down, tracing over her buttocks to her thighs so he could hoist her higher and closer.

"Ow!"

He froze, horror flooding through him. "I-I-I'm so sorry, are you-"

She giggled (she-demon). She pressed her lips to his neck, whispering right in his hot flushed ear, "sorry, just kidding."

He huffed through his nose. Okay, that was enough. He was not going to let her have her way with him again--not this time. He grasped her delectable flesh anew, rolling her over and under him, into the center of the bed he had been occupying.

Thena looked up at him, her hair splayed out, robe open, teasing him with the perfect crevice of exposure. Pale and glowing, firm and soft, lithe and plump, she was sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

Gil laid over her, kissing her more firmly. She responded with the same vigour. If this was how she wanted to play it, then fine. If she wanted him to kiss her, he would kiss her. If she wanted him to touch her, he would touch her.

If she wanted him to fuck her, he was going to make her see the sun and moon and stars.

Thena moaned into his mouth, their tongues fighting one another, because even joined at the hips, they couldn't harmonise completely. She dragged his sweatpants off of him, he pulled the robe away, not caring what happened to the expensive material once it was off of her hot flushed skin.

Gil bent to her neck, latching on hard. He kissed, he licked, he dragged his teeth over the skin there, just enough that she could feel the impact he was making on her. One of her legs dragged up to hook around his hips, the other avoided him. He would avoid it, too.

Thena gasped as he put a firm hand on her waist, holding what little existed there to make sure she was aware just how much he wanted this--how much she had wound him up. If she wanted to rattle his cage, mission accomplished.

"Fuck," he cursed as he pushed into her slowly. He was a wound up, hungry animal, but he would never be able to live with hurting her. If anything, he had declined job after job after job the last two months to make sure quite the opposite happened.

Thena's groan joined his as he docked his hips against hers. She melded around him as if they were made for each other--as if they had always had this option and just held back for some reason he couldn't yet think of.

He kissed her openly, greedily, and she responded with her own greed. He parted from her only when he needed to breathe, or when he leaned up on his elbow to get leverage. He started moving.

"Gil!" she panted for breath, moving her hips with his. God, she responded to him like they were made to make love. Her hands moved from lying limply on the pillows by her head to grabbing onto him. "Fuck."

He grunted as he moved. She felt so good, she looked so good, everything about her, he drank up and hoped he would never forget this feeling. The bed creaked faintly but he didn't give a shit who heard them. He kissed her neck again, dragging his tongue down until he discovered the joy of her breasts.

Thena made a new sound as he took a nipple between his teeth. Again, not too hard, but enough that she would know it was him, even come tomorrow.

He pressed his face into her cleavage. She sounded really cute right now, but if he said that, not only would neither of them finish, she might kill him.

"Gil," Thena moaned again, a little higher, a little louder.

"Fuck, Thena," he moaned, and he meant it deep in his bones. She was incredible, like nothing else he'd ever felt before. "I want you to come."

Her whole body shuddered, as if no one had ever said those words to her. He wanted her writhing in pleasure, like the living, breathing goddess she was. This woman who filled his veins with fury at times; he wanted her veins flushed with ecstasy.

Every time she laughed, he wanted her mouth on his. Every time she made a crude little joke, he wanted to steal it off her lips with his own tongue. Every time she would sway her hips at him or give him an up-and-down with those eyes of hers, it made him want her.

She made another inhumanly beautiful sound as he picked up speed. He slid one hand up the bed, locking her fingers with his and sliding them both under the pillows until her arm was as far as it could go. The other he used to keep a hold of her, between holding her waist within his palm to sliding over her breast and then to cradling the back of her head, her hair weaving between his fingers like sunbeams.

"Gil, that's it, right there," she whimpered, in such a criminally charming way it was more seductive than anything she could have worn - or not worn - tonight. Her fingers squeezed against his.

"Beautiful thing," he growled directly into her ear. She shuddered around him again. His hips took on a mind of their own, driving them both to the inevitable conclusion. "You were made to be worshiped."

Thena let out a string of noises, sounds he never thought he would hear her silken voice make. Each and every one of them was divine, like music to his ears. For all she had come in here intending to take from him, she had given him a hell of a lot more as soon as her lips touched his.

Gil grunted far less melodically, moaning against her skin as he followed her, coming properly for the first time in a long, long time. Longer than she would ever know, as far as he was concerned.

She hummed as his climax mingled with hers. The bed absorbed their mess, her legs splayed out around his. Her breasts moved with each breath she dragged in, although the contented smile on her face assured him that she was at least somewhere where he was.

He hadn't felt like this...maybe ever. He also panted for breath, his skin hot to the touch and shining with a thin layer of sweat. His muscles ached faintly with a wonderful strain. He hissed as he slipped out of her, as did she. "Thena?"

He let himself collapse next to her. He closed his eyes, letting himself stay in this moment of wonder for just one second more. And as soon as his eyes were shut, he felt her delicate little form move. His arm tightened around her. "Excuse me."

She didn't answer him. He could have guessed she would slither off as soon as they were done feasting on one another. She tried to pull away again and he cleared his throat. He heard her huff a little and he smiled in the dark; that was his Thena. "Do you want me to leave you a google review, is that it?"

He chuckled, although he didn't really have the breath to spare. But he could hear her breath still coming in hot little puffs, too. He grasped her forearm, dragging himself up for just the briefest of moments.

Thena let him pull her into one last, drawn out, agonising kiss. They moaned against one another again, with both the pleasure and the curse of tomorrow morning looming ahead.

Gil laid back down on the mattress, letting Thena make her escape without so much as looking at him, nor bothering to retrieve her robe from the far side of the room. He chuckled; of course the divine specimen she was didn't need it to sneak back to her own room. If the moon wanted to feast on her beautiful body like he did then she wouldn't stop it.

He let out a heavy breath, looking up at the canopy of the bed again. Breakfast was certainly going to be interesting, if she was willing to speak with him ever again after this.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

It's always so weird to come down from the biology heavens to see what the average person believes about animals, plants, ecosystems, just the world around them. I don't even mean things that one simply doesn't know because they've never been told or things that are confusing, I'm talking about people who genuinely do not see insects as animals. What are you saying. Every time I see a crawling or fluttering little guy I know that little guy has motivations and drive to fulfill those motivations. There are gears turning in their head! They are perceiving this world and they are drawing conclusions, they are conscious. And yet it's still a whole thing if various bugs of the world feel pain or if they are simply Instinct Machines that are Not Truly Aware of Anything At All????? Help!!!!!! How can you look at a little guy and think he is just the macroscopic animal version of a virus

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK what William Afton expected to happen in FNAF..

[heartorbit]

hello, sekai! 🌎💫☘️💿🎪🎼

it's a good movie sir

[fincherly]

my gf was looking through wesker's wiki page (as you do) and sent me this

and i lost my shit bc it just seems like they're looking at him like girls look at a weird bug

[loriane-elmuerto]

Din Djarin and Grogu's duo: A Summary

[radiance1]

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

[mipexch]

i love animating these little freaks

[aquapede]

it's bc you're always in that damn timeloop

[merimerz]

two sides of the same coin

collab between me and @ester-galls

[tuinendraws]

M N O

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[eldritch-ace]

The Leading Man

I love how after watching Nightmare Time, TGWDLM implies that all the powerhouses of Hatchetfield were infected before the CCRP crew (also that Pokey plays favorites)

[vitamin-zeeth]

tiny detail that I find very funny about this week's game changer ep is that demi's pronouns are listed as he/him when in last weeks parlour room they were he/they

what happened. did he just decide to shake it up for just one week. does being on parlour room turn you nonbinary exclusively for the duration of the show. I need answers.

[nezz-cringe-crib]

white girl pop music my beloved