#uhhhh. hello there

[qomikun]

y'all still fw sans undertale?

[crystallizsch]

perusing through old art what was i doing in 2020

[mortalscience]

[chrisbangs]

Chugnha .:. STRESS MCountdown [250213]

[magicaldreamfox1]

“Laying down on the floor from the wounds that you tore / They can't save me no more”

[mutedsybille]

Guys, is it cringe to want to replace oneself?

Unscanned versions vvv

I need this gender, why can't I have it, oh my fucking goodness-

[peacockrulz]

N tries to tell another joke (gone wrong)

Sequel to This

[bryverros]

this is going straight to fanfiction dialogues folder

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

meant to work on literally anything but instead drew a dubiously shmibibically accurate angle Eduardo.. sure whatev

strange creature... strange weeping.. sad... grieving creature

idk why he's like that I just draw

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: somno, smut | crossposted on twitter

eddie's loud, he can't help it. in everything he does, he's big & dramatic & commands the attention of the room. it's one of the reasons steve falls for him in the first place. when they're fucking in a tiny trailer with thin walls however it becomes a problem.

it only takes getting caught once with wayne's all knowing stare the next day when steve comes to pick eddie up for a date. he snuck out the window that morning to avoid being found but it turns out eddie's loud mouth did the work for them the night before.

if anything, steve's proud that he can fuck eddie enough that he can't keep his mouth shut. turn his brain and limbs to mush as he rattles out curse after curse, praise after praise. proud that he can get eddie so thoroughly fucked that his name is echoing off the walls.

at first it was cute, bending down to smother eddie's mouth with a kiss to swallow yet another too loud moan. at first they'd giggle when eddie would shout steve's name as he hit his favorite spot that set his nerves on fire. at first steve would whisper filth in his ear hoping he'd take the hint and quiet down to his level, slowing his hips to roll in an agonizing pace. but nothing worked. steve would still pound into him and eddie would still yell like they had the world all to themselves.

"you should just fuck me when i'm passed out," eddie moaned as they took advantage of wayne's overnight shift. "it'll -fuck- it'll be like the best wet dream i could ever have."

steve's hips stuttered as he thought about it, and then picked up even harder when he pictured it. "yeah? want me to keep you quiet, baby?"

it didn't take long for them to finish, took even less time to start round two after they got hard again while planning out the details. turns out they both are a little too into the idea of steve taking him apart when he's asleep.

the first time, eddie wakes up halfway through while steve is blowing him and is too excited to go back to sleep so he resorts to biting into a pillow to keep quiet. the second time, steve's too afraid of eddie waking up again so he settles with fucking into his own fist and then coming all over his bare ass. eddie wakes up while the sun rises to the sheets stuck to him with his cock hard and red which gets them both going again.

they finally hit the sweet spot after a while of trial and error.

they fall asleep curled around each other like they always do, only this time eddie's ass has been thoroughly stretched and steve falls asleep with his half hard cock nestled between his cheeks. when steve inevitably wakes up, skin sweaty where the two are pressed together, the fun can begin.

it doesn't take too long for him to get hard again, it doesn't take too long for him to slip his freshly lubed fingers into his ass, it doesn't take too long for him to get his cock fully surrounded by heat as he slides fully into eddie.

eddie snuffles against the pillow and steve freezes, an excited panic thrumming through his veins, until his boyfriend quiets back down with one final small whimper. he rolls his hips slowly, listens to the ambient noise in the trailer for any signs of someone else being awake and gently brings his hand up to cover eddie's mouth. just in case. just like eddie asked for however many times ago.

fucking into eddie when he's pliant is everything steve could have dreamed up. nothing will compare to being able to fuck exactly how they like to, loud and electric and fast and perfect, but this? grinding his hips with his nose pressed into the back of eddie's head, every inch of him on edge as he waits to either get caught or succeed, is a thrill in and of itself.

he comes probably too fast, too turned on by the whole thing. he comes buried deep in eddie, twitching out every last drop, keeping his hips pressed close. he comes with his mouth wide open on eddie's neck, teeth skimming over sensitive skin, whispering out curses that even the best ears couldn't hear because they're only meant for eddie's.

steve pulls out, sleepy & sated, reaching down to run his fingers through the mess of come & lube that follows. eddie whimpers something quiet & sweet so steve gives him his fingers against his lips like a reward for being good. for being quiet. for trusting steve like he does.

eddie's sore when he wakes up in the morning. he grimaces against the pull in his ass as he goes to stand until he realizes what happens. reaches between his legs to feel how tender his hole his. looks on the sheets and sees where he came against them in his sleep.

he wakes steve up with his mouth. considers it a much deserved payback until he's squirming against the mattress & whines out eddie's name.

"you fucked me?" eddie asks as he pops off with a grin. it's not a question that needs to be answered nor is the next one. "did it work?"

steve groans as he tangles his fingers in eddie's hair, bringing his mouth back where he wants it. mutters out a few curse words as eddie trails his fingers over his balls. "what do you think?"

"i think you need to shut up before i'm the one who has to keep you quiet now."

they have wayne's schedule memorized and eddie uses his standard early saturday morning shift that day as an excuse to make steve get as loud as he can, his name echoing off the walls this time around, driving him crazy with his lips and tongue and fingers.

little do they know that wayne now has his fingers plugging his ears with a grimace, wishing he hadn't swapped shifts with gary for the day, contemplating going in to work anyway to escape his loud ass nephew and his loud ass boyfriend.

[ritasanderson]

I made one joke about it but now I really want my Drifter to randomly have gay sex with Albrecht and Loid. To progress the plot, obviously

[orangeswithsquirrelfaces]

I usually don’t post my favorite blorbos so on here but uhh inspiration is dwindling times are tough yadda yadda yadda pls enjoy my doodles :]

[kairennart]

Fool's gold

For @merlinrarepairfest

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Some mealtime menaces pals for you ;)

CHIP

[hartleychristopher]

Him not knowing what to do with his hands here is so Chris Hartley core

[antivan-sprig]

I thought this might be a fun way to interact with other Rooks for Lis 🫶🏻 🔥

I love the tinder profiles going around, but much like the kiss prompts, I haven’t been able to interact much since Lisel doesn’t like kissing or much physical contact (unless you’re very close to her or have already seen her inevitable “I’m overwhelmed” cry aka every Davrin fic I’ve ever written.)

I don’t think I've talked about it- but since her role as a hearth keeper is ceremonial, I totally HC that Liselath knows how to do fun (sometimes deep) magical games with fire. I think there was a time when she fully believed in the possibility of prophecy of these little rituals, but now mostly treats them as something to do at parties to facilitate a conversation. In certain ways, she thinks this preserves some small part of their sanctity, since it’s bridging a connection.

Anyway! Lisel is doing some readings so if you want me to write one for your Rook just comment: what your rook does with the fire (explained in the intro below) and anything else (fun facts/memories/ past interactions/random thoughts they’re having) you want. You can write a full on rp-y response or just explain in 3rd person- whatever is more fun for you.

No promises on the accuracy of her responses though 😉

✨ Me setting the scene 4 you ✨

Much to Rook’s surprise, the courtyard balcony was illuminated by the glowing of a fire. The light arched across the wall of the building, with a familiar crackle. Against the complete darkness of the sky each light and shadow accentuated the texture of the stone, exposing every imperfection. It was odd to see the divots and peaks laid so bare, you’d never have noticed them in the daylight.

Rook approached the fire. The warmth it put out was palpable, and the way the heat absorbed into the stone wall was divine. Rook laid their head upon the stone for a moment, enjoying the warmth and feeling like a cat laying in the sun.

“Ah, good. You’re not late.” An even voice came from beyond the fire.

Rook startled, the figure sat directly behind the fire, her back pressed up to the statue of Mythal. The brilliant flames of the fire obscured her until you forced your eyes to see past them.

“Sit down. This will be fast.” She added, “Promise.”

Rook got the impression she was assuring herself just as much as she was assuring them. They pulled their head up from the wall and slowly walked towards Lisel, the note she’d slipped under their door still in their pocket.

“So- can I divine for you?” She said inauspiciously, and motioned her hand towards Rook, “with the fire.”

Rook stared at her briefly, wondering if she started every reading like this, then pressed her for more information.

Liselath squinted in concentration, “I can read any part of it. The flame, the smoke, the ash. Anything.” She thought for a moment, “Throw something in and watch how the flame reacts. Extinguish it, and I’ll read the ashes.”

A hint of mischief punctuated her face, “You can even put your hand in if you’re stupid enough.”