#unclear

[walkman-cat]

a spy is a spy is a spy is a spy

(lineart:)

[argetcross]

Hades the Game the Play

Here are my ideas:

- the entire play takes place in the lounge of the House

- Zagreus is off-stage for most of it. He runs in right at the beginning, right before intermission, and at the very end, usually being chased by Theseus or yelling at his dad. Sometimes we see him as a shadow puppet in the background fighting through the Underworld

- The entire play is conversations in the lounge. Characters like Meg, Hypnos, Than, Nyx, Dusa, Orpheus, Achilles, and the Wretched Broker come in and out. They are essentially in Waiting for Godot, commiserating in the bar about their heartaches and difficulties. Zag is not there.

- Achilles and Orpheus get drunk and cry and sing bad ballads about lost loves

- the chef is chopping onions the whole time in the corner of the set

- The audience gets to be the Olympians. We give them beanbags. They have to toss them at Zag’s actor who has to scoop as many of them as possible

- Dusa is a puppet and she get hauled up into the rafters whenever she exits the stage

- At the end of the play, after the bows, Zag’s actor comes on stage and says, “Tell Father I went... THAT WAY” and then books it for the theater exit.

- When theatergoers exit, they find him dead in a puddle of blood in the lobby.

[come-rain-come-shine]

Things Making Me Spiral

Wait I thought of more things to make me sad after 6x06.

This post is on the theme of "things that probably make Lucy's stomach churn to think about."

Angst below the cut:

Okay you want another giant piece of foreshadowing to make you feel better? Here ya go:

This was no mistake or fluke or decision made on a whim by the creators of the show. This is a promise: this is where we're headed. Keep the faith.

[yoan-le-grall]

[miriamnox]

guys do the monsters think fig is the proctor????

[roncheg]

I've started working on smth while watching Till the end of the moon (so I won't go insane weathering an annoying fever and sniffles-_-)

The idea is as follows- it would be a shawl made of modules - the one on the pic is a centerpiece

Now I just need to figure out the rest of those modules, and also how to modify crochet patterns><

[pockykierra]

Sometimes I'm like... did something happen between 1941 and 1967? Like its so weird to me that Aziraphale went from looking at Crowley with hearts in his eyes after he saved his books and talking about "shades of gray" to telling Crowley he goes too fast for him. Like surely something happened there? Not even something big, like, maybe Aziraphale just had an epiphany of some kind? I don't know but it just seems ODD

[sandinthemachine]

Please 🥺 rodolfo parra is very much underrepresented on this platform "Be good for me and I’ll untie you" would be 10/10

This has been sitting here patiently and with the brief Rudy explosion I figured it was time to finish it :)

I am very curious now if it has been the same Rudy anon the whole time or if you are all different Rudy fans patiently waiting for your moment, I just wanna know

Warnings/tags: Shibari (reader being tied), oral f!receiving, piv sex, afab reader w/ no gendered pronouns

I think it's pretty light but with where I've been going lightly I might not be so good at measuring that anymore lmao

I was also listening to Tessa Thompson's "Grip" on loop if ya want some ambience

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"Oh...my." You draw in a sharp breath as Rudy's fingers finish untying the last knot. The ropes dig in along your thighs, spreading them open before twirling and twisting along your torso and down your arms, ending in a looping knot firmly securing your wrists to the headboard.

His hands run along the edge of the ropes, traveling up and down your side. “How is that, Cariño?”

You smile nervously. “A bit weird.” You chuckle softly, shifting your shoulders and looking down at yourself. “Not too bad, though.”

His hand finds your hair, running long, soothing strokes through it. Instantly you’re relaxing into his touch, his soft voice reaching your ears as your eyes drift closed. “You still want to do this?”

“Yes,” you breathe, feeling his grip on your hair tighten, pulling your head back against the bed as his lips find yours. You sigh, feeling his body settle over you in a warm wave, his smooth skin brushing against you and pushing the roughened ropes into your own skin. You moan at the contrast, and his tongue slips into your mouth in long, languid strokes that pull you into him. Already you can feel yourself drowning, surrounded by his warmth.

And then he’s pulling back. Cold air rushes into the gap left by his body, raising gooseprickles along your own. You whine, straining against the ropes to reach his lips again.

“Easy,” his palm settles on your cheek. “Relax into it…yeah, just like that.” He kisses your jaw and you twist to catch his lips but he pulls back, clicking his tongue at you. “Are you going to listen?”

“Rudy,” you pout.

He smiles. “You have any idea how cute you look begging like that?” He leans in again, and you stretch your neck up to meet him. He stops just out of your reach, his breath fanning across your cheek as his face breaks into a grin. “Be good for me and I’ll untie you. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, swallowing. His hand wraps around your jaw, and you let him push your head back into the mattress, tilting it upwards so warm, wet lips can find your neck. You bite your lip, struggling to stay still as he leaves a slow trail of marks from your jaw down to your collarbone.

He stops there, his breath tickling the bottom of your neck and drawing a shivering whimper from you. He places a featherlight kiss on your sternum before pulling back again. This time you manage to stay still, resisting every urge to squirm as he looks down at you, his wandering eyes taking in every freckle and scar and stretch mark while the ropes hold you open for him.

Before it all becomes too much he’s leaning down again, leaving more constellations of kisses along the patches of skin uncovered by the ropes.

And then his mouth is hovering over your core, fingers pushing your slit open for him. The ropes hold you too tightly to look down and see, so you let your eyes close, gasping at a cold rush of air as he purses his lips and blows on your clit.

You just know he’s grinning down there.

He runs his fingers along the inside of your thighs, watching your muscles tense as they are held tightly in place.

You whine again, and he answers by placing a delicate kiss on your clit, too small and too little, but before you can protest his fingers are on you, running up your slit and back down just before they touch your soft spot. He lets them catch at your entrance and shoves one in fast, to the knuckle, smiling at the sound that escaped your throat.

And then his mouth is on your clit for real, rolling his tongue over it roughly. You can’t squirm or twist away, and all the overwhelm rushes through your mouth in an incoherent babble growing steadily louder as he sucks, shoving another finger into you, and now his tongue is swirling fast circles around it as his fingers curl into you and you want more.

“Rudy, please.” You sob as he sucks harder, feeling the words skitter away from your tongue. “Not yet, please not yet.”

His lips pull back, placing a kiss on your inner thigh as his fingers continue to work inside you. “What do you need, mi amor?”

“You.”

“You have me already.”

You bite your tongue in frustration at the smirk in his tone. “You know what I…” you whimper again as he slips a third finger inside you. “I want all of you. Fuck me, Rudy, please, let me come on your cock.”

Immediately he pulls his fingers out, your walls fluttering around emptiness. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You huff at the laughter in his voice, preparing a retort before he slips the head of his cock up through your folds and drives forward, fast and precise, drawing a scream from you. He stops to check on you but you’re already blabbering again, urging him on, and he’s bracing himself over you, his mouth finding a soft spot under your jaw as his hips punch into you, hard and fast.

You barely last three thrusts before his name is tumbling out of your mouth again, every muscle spasming and straining as he keeps going, working you through it until every muscle goes limp and you can’t anchor yourself in place anymore but the ropes are still there, doing the job for you.

You arch your back, feeling the way the knots dig in along your stomach, scraping your skin as they hold tight against your ministrations. It makes you feel strangely secure, knowing you can let them take your weight for you.

You didn’t think it would feel freeing to relinquish your control like this, to let the ropes hold you while you give yourself away, but you find yourself moaning as you finally relax into them, letting them hold you still as he pounds into you, his arms braced along your sides and his mouth on your neck, blocking you off from the world so all you have to do is focus on the feeling of his cock slamming into your walls, sending sparks of burning pleasure up your spine. Suddenly everything in you tightens again and you sob as it snaps.

A choked groan leaves his lips as he breaks along with you, continuing to thrust and give you everything he has before finally slowing down and collapsing on top of you, forcing the air out of your lungs. A weak puff of laughter escapes you at the pleasant feeling of his weight on top of you, his softening cock still inside you.

He doesn’t stay there long before pushing himself onto his forearms again, watching you inhale a dramatic breath. “You still want to be untied?”

“Very funny.”

He smiles, nuzzling into your cheek. “Of course I am.”

“You’re lucky I’m still tied up or I’d get you so hard for that.”

“I’m terrified.”

“You’d better be.”

You both chuckle together again, and despite your big threats you find yourself settling happily into his arms as soon as you’re free. His fingers brush along the rope marks as his face nuzzles into your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breathe, letting yourself drift off into sleep as he tucks your face securely into his neck.

[misty-moth]

1) correct

2) it is now

3) chomp chomp

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Sunday Brunch has a few unexpected participants

@batfamilyweek

[spacedoutwitch]

*Kicking open the door* HI HELLO YES I'M BACK

I got sidetracked by holidays, burdened by shoulder pain, and stumped on a few prompts, but I am CAUGHT UP on all the art, and unless Tumblr smacks me with the post limit again, I will ALSO be caught up on all the posting. And I'm making 11 different posts about it, because I'm stubborn. Anyway, this was for day 17, which had the prompts Observer and Feared; obviously, I had to mash the special interests together and draw Jon as a Wings of Fire dragon. Not sure how I didn't draw this sooner, to be honest.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

I immediately had two thoughts for this. One is rather not whumpy. So I combined the two and covered a @badthingshappenbingo at the same time.

Huge shoutout to the amazing @fanficfanattic for all your help and support with this one <33333

[pratchettquotes]

It was very hard to tell what Vorbis was thinking, often even after he had told you.

Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

[romeowho]

cameron's not even one of the people comforting todd after everything goes to shit, and idk idk that's really telling ya know

[boyhood]

Current big dumb ceramic thing

The little guys in the back are for testing glazes