#very imaginative as always

[milf-murdock]

Since Simon naturally wakes up before you—goddamn military schedule down right engrained in his bones at this point—he’ll gently untangle himself from you while you sleep soundly to sneak away to the kitchen and make you both a cuppa.

Brings you tea in bed every morning so you can enjoy it whilst snuggled up to him, waking up slowly and enjoying a quiet moment together before the day starts.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4.5: Morning Period.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

[aru-art]

long time no tma, here's the archival gang in my friends' & i's outfits :]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[bluetea-00]

Hello Spamton nation

[wasyago]

i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu

+ thoughts

[deeva-arud]

A considerable amount of makeup was used to cover Deeva's freckles and face marks, and Cater also had to use magic to make her clothes his size. They did this as a joke, but they sure were committed to it! 💪

Original style swap challenge by @ashipiko ! (see her post here!!) If anyone wants to give it a try, go ahead, it's really fun!!! <3

[lee-minhoe]

hanjitonin for @strayklds 💖🎁

[amygdalae]

theres this one customer that comes in pretty infrequently but is recognizable enough that we all just refer to him as “the Elvis Guy”. he always comes in looking for books about Elvis. and every time he’s around he expresses incredulity that we don’t have many books about Elvis in stock. “He’s still the King, you know”, he said recently. Fallout character behavior

[theabigailthorn]

yesterday I was panicking because the next video seemed way too big and impossible to finish on time, and today I've written five pages of the first draft and I've got that "Ooooh it's cooking!" feeling. Gotta trust that the Little Spirit who comes up with all my creative ideas has my back

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Now that’s a rare sight

[cupophrogs]

Nightstuck Poppet!!

(au belongs to @bunnyspine) I honestly adore the whole concept and vibe of this au, and I could not resist putting my funny jack-in-the-box-jester in some pjs and throwing them into a world of existential horrors!!!

I thought about Poppet and their box becoming like a little hiding spot for Wally, since Poppet would be difficult for Home to access unless the box is wound and opened! Though I suppose it's dangerous to be stationary when a Prowling Puppet is after you... Regardless, Wally seems so lonely, so if he can sneak past Sally, perhaps Poppet can keep him company!

Mini-comic: "HIDE"

I wonder who wound the box?

Extra stuff under the cut :DD

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Introvert adoption

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[egophiliac]

@enderfore replied to your post “What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333”:

Chenya pic where???? I can barely see anything in that room there so much going on, rooks such a lil freak (affectionatr)

​he's under the row of flags on Neige's side of the room, next to the big Neige poster with the yellow background (look just to the right of the hand holding the apple)! he's REAL little; once you know he's there you can kind of see him in-game, but I only noticed him in the first place because I took a screenshot and was having fun zooming in on all the details!

I think that's either Hop or Snick and Dominic on either side of Neige, but if the others are meant to be anyone in particular I don't recognize 'em. though I do love all the absolutely terrifying implications of Rook having this. was this some kind of officially-published merchandise (and if so, why) or did Rook like...go hunting through the RSA trash to find this random student lineup just because it included Neige, and has had it hanging proudly on the wall ever since. (I mean, he definitely did do this, I don't know why I'm asking. the real question is why he hasn't cut out little pictures of his own face and stuck them over everyone else's yet.)

there is seriously SO MUCH in this room. how did Rook manage to keep this hidden for three years. also, somebody give this background artist a raise immediately.

[gomzwrites]

drabble on the small acts the 141 likes to do with you

nsfw warning, gn!reader, small font

Price likes to have you close, on his lap, on his boots, on his back, so long as he can feel you squirming under his ministration, hands teasingly trailing along your sensitive skin, chuckling breathlessly when you whines and demand him to do anything

"always so eager to please me"

His favorite is having you sitting on his lap with you facing him, flexing his thigh and feeling you tighten your muscles around him, if he's generous enough, he might even pull your hips along, or slip his hand between your thighs, guiding you as you pant, but he much rather watch you use him to come

He likes to give you a small moment of control, watching your hands grabbing anything of his, pestering kisses and marks all over him, hearing you whine and stare at him with those pleading eyes, before he takes over and remind you why he's the one that has the authority, even in the bedroom

"My turn now, hm?"

Ghost likes to make you feel small under him, sprinkle in with a lil bit of power imbalance if you will, towering or looming over you, big hands palming over your chest and tummy, squeezing it softly as he huffs

"come 'ere"

every one of his touches feels possessive, like there is a strong sense of need and protectiveness that leaves a hot trail on your skin.

His favorite is making out with you, teeth clashing, lips pulling, hungry with want, and before you know it, he'll grab you by the hips or anywhere convenient, pulling you off the ground as he continue the kiss, smiling into it as he watch you scramble to hold onto him to have some semblance of balance

If you were on his lap, he likes to lean into the kiss, tipping you on your back

bit

by

bit

until you feel like you were going to fall off, but that'll never happen on his watch, his hand always on your back, the other on your leg, locking you with him.

He likes seeing that lil jolt of panic running through your eyes, knowing how much you'll depend on him.

"easy there, pup, I got you"

Soap likes to have his hands on you, everywhere and anywhere, on your neck, on your arms, on your back, on your belly, on your thighs, if any of your skin is exposed best believed he's putting his hand on you.

He likes seeing you so pliable and soft under him, his to touch, his to take.

He's greedy about it and he doesn't hide it, it comes in growls and huffs as his hands dig into those meaty thighs of yours.

"I need you"

He's insatiable, not only needing to feel you under him, he wants everyone else to know just who you belong to, biting and nibbling away on your skin, his mind chanting "mine, mine, mine" as he spend hours littering your skin with bite marks and hickies.

His favorite is leaving them on the back of your neck, your collarbone and your inner thigh, grinning side to side as you complains about it.

Gaz likes getting spoil by you, coming home and nuzzling into your neck, slumping his weight on you as he smiles lazily. He enjoys it when you bring him close, shutting off his mind by your soft touches and reasssurance.

He lives for the praises, and love pulling it from you as he pounds you hard from behind, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, a sense of pride washing over him as he smiles oh so innocently.

"yeah? you like it when I do this? no one makes you feel the same way as I do, isn't it? come on, say it, lemme hear you say it baby"

His favorite is hearing you mumble strings of incoherent babbles, ranging from "yes" "please" "harder" "faster" and more, because that's all he ever wanted, to make you feel good.

[jedi-starbird]

No one ever tells Obi-Wan that he is his Master's padawan.

Of course, for most people who had known Qui-Gon Jinn, telling someone else they resembled the the man would in fact be a thinly veiled insult. But still, Obi-Wan feels the absence of comparisons almost as strongly as he feels the absence of his Master.

There is no one for Obi-Wan to push against now, no strong presence at his side, ready to grab him by scruff and pull him back from another reckless stunt. It's an odd feeling. He has been set loose against his wishes. There is no one to his left and Anakin at his heels, but Anakin had needed, still needs, a strong, gentle figure for his prickly but sensitive heart. For even their worst bickering could not hold a candle to the scathing remarks he and Qui-Gon had shot at each other and Obi-Wan knows he cannot push and needle Anakin in the same way.

When Qui-Gon had been alive they had been an amusing, mirrored pair, the maverick and his rule-following padawan. Opposites clashing against each other, yet working together to complete the most difficult missions. Few saw that Qui-Gon's impertinence had indeed rubbed off on his padawan, cultivated from that small, angry initiate, because the only way to rebel against the rule-breaker had been to parrot the Council fastidiously. No one would ever get to see that again. Obi-Wan is one half of a mirrored pair trying to complete a routine on his own. What once was an impish, teasing compliance is now a betrayal of all his Master's values.

"How could Qui-Gon raise such a model Jedi?" He hears them say, "It's admirable that Master Kenobi was appointed to the Council despite his Master's maverick ways."

Padawan Kenobi would have yelled and kicked and screamed. Master Kenobi is serene. It should feel like an achievement. It feels like a disappointment.

Sometimes, Obi-Wan looks at the shape of the man he has moulded himself into, and aches to be his Master's padawan.