#uhhh. I got carried away

[mossizi]

I think I overly detailed it.

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[soupbtch]

Ed notices Stede tucking flowers through his powdered wig in the captain’s cabin as they get ready together. He grows quietly fascinated watching Stede’s fingers as they sort through the flowers scattered on the desk, picking the smallest, brightest ones to loop gently into his wig. He’s never seen anyone handle anything so delicately before.

He steps closer, and Stede looks up and asks, “Would you like some in your hair, as well?”

Ed’s eyes widen at the question before he remembers he’s not attending the party tonight as Blackbeard. He can be anyone he wants. He can be someone who wears flowers in his hair. He might even like it.

“Yeah, sure,” he huffs in a small voice, and Stede gestures for him to take a seat.

Stede reaches around to pluck a flower from the pile. “May I?”

In the past, Ed has never liked people touching his hair; and though he barely knows Stede, he finds himself trusting him anyway.

Stede begins gently placing flowers in Ed’s hair, weaving the stems through his waves. No one has ever touched Ed so tenderly, with such great care as if he were reverent and beautiful and delicate. He feels himself melting into the soft press of Stede’s fingertips against his scalp.

“There,” Stede says quietly. “Go have a look.” He doesn’t need to find a mirror to see how he looks – he can read it on Stede’s face.

From then on, trusting Stede becomes an easier decision to make. Then something natural and instinctual, like breathing. Ed trusts Stede again later that night as he slips the red silk from his fingers, and once more a few days later when he asks Stede to run him through on the deck of the ship. Inhale. He trusts Stede with the next ten years of his life. And still, as he waits at dawn with his feet dangling over the edge of the dock. Exhale.

His vision tunnels. He’s cold. Suffocating.

“Like treading water,” Ed had said a lifetime ago. “Waiting to drown.”

Miraculously, he breaks through the surface. He has to force the air back into his lungs, will them to deflate and hope his body remembers how to fill them back up again.

“Breathing the same air,” Stede says to him. And it’s painful, and he hiccups and chokes, but slowly, gradually, it gets easier. He whispers his goodbye to Blackbeard as Stede lays him gently down on the bed. But his breathing is still jagged, irregular; one step forward before stumbling back.

He’s sputtering on salt water again when he finds a letter in a bottle. He finds the man who wrote it. He’s wielding a sword, and Ed trusts he won’t get gutted this time as he sprints towards him from across the beach. He inhales automatically as they intertwine, pressing their promises to each other's lips.

“Almost ready? Want me to put the flowers in your hair?” Frenchie asks.

“No thanks,” Ed exhales. “It may be our wedding day, but I trust Stede will be here any second now to do it himself.”

[ghostyclay]

[Day 8]: XB Crafted

XB, EXCEPT HES THE GROCERY STORE™ CEO! (<-i dont rly watch xb, but i DO watch gem & Beef, thro their vids ive found out exactly two things about xb: he has a grocery store and he makes rly good interiors. So obviously i had to turn him into a girlbossing CEO/j)

Wanted to challenge myself and only use 5 colors, here's the selection! (<-excluding the background, which is see through versions of them)

[arkarti]

The question now is, where does he hide all these bodies? As far as I know there aren't enough animatronics for all this, is he going to build new ones just to hide the bodies? lol

good question 😳 idk he just unleashes the cupcake upon them - it's like a portable shredder

#goodEnough

or he just stuffs them in the walls lmao 😂😩

[cypher05]

had an exchange with a friend yesterday and have not stopped thinking about it since

sova fursona by @the-pyre-of-stars, posted here

more art below the cut, cypher specific (really just doodles and sketches, nothing complete)

[8cfc00]

David from @froget-me-nots fic like a river flows, surely to the sea

The image was very good, so i had to draw it... (go read the fic!!)

[rinamars]

imagine in the mornings when Erwin just carnally NEEDS to squeeze in time in his tight schedule for a quick fuck before going to work, and he's apologetic over it because he knows he's big and it'll hurt you a little without all the proper foreplay (he's the foreplay KING)... and you won't get to cum but he promises later tonight when he has the time you'll have a proper love making sesh. little does he know how hot and bothered it gets you getting used by him like this which makes you anticipate him even more throughout the entire day for later in the night when every slow and soft touch by him feels electric

anon. ANON. A N O N. i got this notification as i'm revising for an exam and now i'm distracted and just rubbing my thighs together because this is the most scrumptious meal you could possibly offer me

hnngh oh my god. YEAH. him just having to skip the foreplay because there's not enough time for it........ oh, imagine the grunts he makes as he finally finally sinks into you and appreciates how much tighter you feel in the morning......... he's in a time crunch and he simply has to be selfish, he can't help it, the craving is too intense and he feels like he'll go crazy if he leaves for work without having come, even if it's only once, even if he feels guilty about not being able to fully commit to your pleasure, like he usually does. then he rushes out, and you're left alone on the bed, a bit sore, with his release dripping out of you, and god, the hours seem to pass so slow. but no worries, he's all over you the minute he walks back through the door in the evening, because erwin smith is not the kind of man who leaves a job half done. he might have been selfish in the morning, but once he's back, oh boy, he's ready to make up for it. you're drained before he's even put it in. this time he's more mindful of your difference in size, careful—maybe a little too careful, damn—to make sure that you're ready to take all of him like the good girl you are. and once he'd given you the princess treatment he's ready to pound you like a whore because don't we all dream of that at the end of the day, huh? doesn't the feminism leave all of our bodies when we think of mr. erubin smiss? hell yeah

[pyrrhicraven]

Can we see Shredder and Splinter arguing / Shredder defending Raph from Splinter?

A powerful fist slammed into his fathers face, Raph turned to look to see who was defending him and wasn't really that suprised to see Saki with an enraged look on his face.

"You would be so cowardly to attack someone who you called son!" Splinter looked murderous as he stared at them from the floor, Raph felt panic welling up in him, his father had just tried to hurt him-Saki had saved him...That clearly showed who cared about him more, that his father, his teacher, didn't care enough to not raise a hand to him.

His brothers all shouted, the fight that had been happening nearly suspended when the two leaders came to blows, this wasn't good. He didn't know what to do-he loved his father but it was clear to him now that Splinter had other goals than protecting his hot headed son.

"Whatever you told my son is a lie and we both know it, know what kind of monster you really are Oroku." Shredder stood to his full hight and made a sound-something bothered him. Probably about the lying, yeah they both had to some degree, but he'd learned a great deal about the man he was suppose to hate, the man he'd fallen in love with and who he was certain was just as in love with him...

"At least I'm not a monster that would hit my own child." He'd been in that situation with Splinters father, the man who raised him after slaugtering his actual father. Saki had been an outcast-the odd man out and Raph understood that to some degree himself. He'd always been the one in trouble, had been taught that his anger was something to be ashamed of. Saki had taught him there was no shame in anger so long as you controlled it rather than it controlling you.

"Fuck you." Splinter spat out and Saki let out a bitter laugh, dark eyes full of fire.

"You wish." Saki snarled and that caught Raph off guard because what? What the hell did that mean? Was it just an insult or was there something more to that? They had a long history after all-but Splinter had married a woman-Saki had loved her, or had at least thought it was love.

Then they fell. Did, did Saki really love him or? But why would he doubt someone who had spoken nothing but the truth up to this point, who wouldn't utter any words of affection unless they were true?

"You thought you could have everything but then you realized how wrong you were Yoshi. Tang Shen would have never accepted another into your relationship let alone me-I was a dumb brat back then, it's no suprise she turned me down and chose you."

Oh. Oh what the fuck? His father had pined for Saki? What was this then-payback for whatever Splinter did when he was told no? Raph felt sick suddenly, yeah that could be the case couldn't it?

"You just wanted her, but you couldn't forget either." Raph glanced at Saki who sighed, anger still in his eyes.

"I never wanted you, and I never will. I admit to being a hard man to love but it was always easy for me to hide my own feelings-except for Raphael, he dragged out everything I thought I could ignore. I love him and that won't change till the day I die." Raph's heart pounded in his chest because... Because that sounded like Saki wanted to spend the rest of his life with Raph.

"You'll never really be with him. He'll chose his brothers over you." He would have before, but he'd spent too much time with Saki to say that without second thoughts.

"They would choose you over me Splinter. So no I don't think I would choose them over him." Saki's eyes shifted to him and Raph couldn't look him in the eye, more than aware that he just stated his loyalty.

"Then come with me, leave them behind and start over." Raph felt tears gathering in the corners of his eyes because that really was for the best wasn't it...

"Take me home." Saki nodded turning away from Splinter and whistling for his men to move. Raph watched his father for a moment then turned away, heart broken but determined to start a new life with Saki.

[mildfevermystery]

Chika SSR #1197 and SR #2242 [Transparent, Edited/Extended] ※ Credit is appreciated but not required.

[house-on-sand]

"and you! stop talking about me like i was some kind of growth in a petri dish! i'm not your boy, i'm not his boy and i'm not "the" boy! my name is... is... damage... damage is the only name i have left."

grant emerson, damage (1994) issue #15

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[espi-epi]

[eskititgay]

fengqing + pork soda - glass animals

[offorestsongs]

okay this is a very silly idea but please indulge me: lilyarrow Tropey Historical Romance Novel AU (because i am very weak for those)

we're imagining a fantasy regency Bridgerton-esque setting but you know, with gay people and gender fuckery

also everyone is probably aged up at least a few years so they're adults just so it makes more sense

Lysander comes from a wealthy family but he himself is quite poor, only living from his meager allowance and doesn't partake much in The Society TM

but he's also the sole heir of the family and when his grandma dies, he inherites all of her fortune

EXCEPT!

in her will, his grandma made a condition that he has to marry somebody of a good social standing to actually get the money

easier said than done, not only because Lysander has no idea how to go about finding somebody to marry but because the unfortunate circumstances of his birth are a widely known fact

he's a child born out of wedlock; his mother, a proper lady, ran away with Some Guy TM who then abandoned her after getting her pregnant. it was a huge scandal, it tore the family apart and it's the reason why Lysander's grandma was basically hiding him from the society his whole life

that, as one might expect, doesn't make him a great husband material

but fear not, our poor heir-to-be is not alone in this!

Lady Vil (he can be a lady and a man, who's going to tell him no?), a high standing aristocrat whose family was friends with Lysander’s family until the whole fiasco with Lysander’s birth

but he thinks it's unfair to judge somebody based on what their parents have done and so he and Lysander are friends

he and his overly enthusiastic spouse Rosienne (who writes campy gothic romances under a pen name) take it on themselves to help find Lysander his perfect fake husband so he can claim the money that's rightfully his and not live poor as a mouse anymore

enter: Lord Rook, a dear friend of both Vil and Rosienne, a son of a wealthy, well-respected family and a poet

he can be quite the social butterfly and charm full drawing rooms of people with conversation. unfortunately, he also has a bit of a rake-ish reputation

he goes after helpless young men, "hunts them" and ruins them oh no :(

well. he did "ruin" exactly one young man. at said young man's request

to be precise Vil and Leona were engaged to be married, neither of them particularly wanted it but didn't have a way out so Rook. helped them. break off the engagement (interpret that as you will) whoops

it was quite the scandal, sure, but most of the blame fell on him, leaving Vil free to choose his own spouse

Rook spends most of his time on the countryside but he comes to the city for the season per Vil and Rosienne's invitation

while Vil and Rosie are trying to integrate Lysander into the society, Rook is just. kind of there. sometimes helping. mostly observing

it's such a fascinating project, after all! who would he be, if he couldn't see the delicate flower finally blooming from up close?

Lysander is keeping his distance at first but well. both Vil and Rosienne can be a bit overwhelming sometimes while Rook is being such a perfect gentleman and he pays so much attention to Lysander and he seems to be very knowledgeable and he's always so encouraging

it's. nice

the fact that he's pretty also counts for something

the husband hunting is going... less nice. Lysander is bad at the whole societal song and dance, he gets lost in conversations, doesn't know how to be quick and witty and all the balls and tea parties and walks just overwhelm him

during the balls Rook is often by Lysander’s side and if he sees that everything is too much for Lysander, he takes him outside

maybe they dance, too, when they're finally alone

and finally Lysander gets the BRIGHT idea to just. ask Rook to marry him. he won't be a burden, he promises!!! they won't even have to live together!!!!

Rook is happy to help :)) he's happy, in fact, that Lysander would choose him and not somebody whou wouldn't appreciate him properly

and but of course they have to live together! what if Lysander won't get the money because the lawyers will see that the marriage is fake? ;)

and so they get married. Lysander moves into Rook's country house

insert all your favorite marriage of convenience tropes out there

including, of course, the most important one - "how do i tell my husband that im in love with him? what if it ruins our friendship? it's surely just an obligation to him! he's being so nice already i can't just impose myself on him like that!"

[theconfusedanimal]

xmas gift comm for @zeafeon to @eragoneater of their little bab ocs being spooked! merry xmas both of you nerds, im glad i was able to help make something fun for you guys <3

[agonizedembrace]

Let's talk about Evelynn and Love (and any other emotions that may bring).

Emotions and feelings are not things that come naturally, or easily, to Eve. They are often complicated and leave her unsettled for days at a time, because she is troubled from the issue until she completely understands what is happening. Because of who she is, she often approaches first with logic, rather than emotion.

But emotions; love, anger, happiness, sadness-- they are not concrete ideas that can be described so easily. That can be understood simply with logic. It is because of that, that Evelynn struggled the longest time with them. And even getting over the hurdle of knowing and understanding what they are, is just half the battle, for she has to accept that she has them too.

Yes, she feeds on pain. But that alone is more concrete to her -- it's as simple as one might consider tying their shoes. Second nature, something she never bats an eye to.

That is, until other emotions began to come into play. While it never affected her hunts, how she ate, it complicated everything else for her. It developed a fear, to have a liking -- or dare she say, an adoration for humans and places. Evelynn spent a long time in distress, unable to fully comprehend the whys.

There is an eventual acceptance, as begrudging as it is, to the emotion.

She does not spend her love carelessly.

Evelynn does not let many people get close to her. For often she doesn't care about humans, and that she still, even up to the KDA verse, views it often as a weakness. She loves few, enough to count on her fingers. It is because of how few she adores, that she is extremely protective and almost to the point of possessive of them.

It would not be seen healthy, more often than not, because she doesn't want to see harm their way. While the motions and actions she can take can be destructive, it is usually the only ways she knows how. Acts of violence, removal of threats, keeping them close and having an eye on them at most times -- all things she does because she cannot bear the thought of loved ones being harmed. Because she will lash out, painfully, if something happens to them.

Evelynn does not react well to losing loved ones.

Most of her affections are of familial aspects. And even then, it is difficult for Eve to properly display her feelings. She does not say "I love you" -- not to those she would consider like 'family'. She conveys her appreciation in other ways; gift giving, quality time and acts of service. Evelynn becomes very observant (as she's always been, after watching humans for several centuries) in learning what her loved ones like.

She does not like making these few upset. It is the only time she will apologize if she's in the wrong.

Evelynn and loving romantically can be dangerous.

She loves reverently. With her whole being, that one person becoming her world. It is a thin line, that could almost be observed as obsessive, if she is not careful. Eve would put all that she is on the line for that one person. She accepts this as her downfall -- as her one weakness.

Her love for a romantic partner runs deep. She is wholly devoted, she wants her lover to know while she could have anyone (magics aside), she only wants them. Because of this, they are viewed above everything else. When she is with her lover, she is at her happiest.

And with that said, if anything happens to them, she turns so violent. It is a terrifying sight, for she's hardly able to process and cope with the emotions -- with the fear of losing her lover. It is too often that she spends years alone, waiting to be reunited with them once more.

Evelynn does say "I love you" and "I'm in love with you" to her partners. She says it with every fiber of her being, it resonates so powerfully within her, as thought it's the only thing she knows. It took her such a long time to accept these emotions, that she doesn't want to shy away from letting her partner know. It is this, along the other acts she gives her familial loves, plus physical touch, that she conveys her so deeply rooted love.

Evelynn feared emotions, and perhaps still does, but cherishes the love she holds even more.

[thelivingdictionary]

@toonycatuwu

A screenshot redraw-ish bc I'm uncreative but enjoy ^^