#with varying degrees of intensity

[captainchokchok]

Hate how damn often I get headaches wtffffffff

[from-here-from-me]

Congratulations to the cast and crew of "The Bear," for a record-breaking 23 Emmy nominations!

THE BEAR — Season 2

[icarusdiesatdawn]

My brain when I'm sleeping: let's make the most insanely elaborate world building in your dreams, have you have deep meaningful connections to entirely fictional people and plotlines that would make really rich and fascinating stories if you were able to put them in words once you're woken up.

My brain, once I'm woken up: you cannot put that in words, but I've given you the indescribable feeling of grieving a loss of something or someone that never really existed in the first place. Have a good day!

[whiskeyswifty]

I...leaving this here x(.)com/holltoleratesit/status/1809728447255625740?t=YwjvVx7mlKKbFJZRIUwnvw&s=19

oh she...... she.......... she wants me dead oh my godddddddd oh my GOD???? the little gasp i made when she did that help??? IS THIS ALLOWED?!?! miss swift you can't DO this in front of LESBIANS!!!

link for anyone who wants to see cuz i'm too dumb to know how to download twitter videos

[nico-the-overlord]

It’s not that I absolutely hate being human, being a person.

I love having hands/thumbs, using technology like phones, cooking and baking, being able to throw stuff so well, standing and running on two legs, drawing and writing and ect ect but.

Gosh.

I so badly want to be a shapeshifter and shake it up a bit become other creatures see how it’s like for them. Fully or partially, shapeshifting back and forth. Maybe even become mythical ones. Please? It would be fun and I totally won’t abuse the hell out of such an abilityyy

[grahhams]

hohoho can’t wait to pass hours reading the shadow of the erdtree fextralife and fandom wiki pages while watching shadow of the erdtree gameplay for the next few months

[rassilon-imprimatur]

Y’all are gonna think I’m crazy, but I actually have a lot of feelings about how Miles’ building blocks to The Book of the War, especially Interference and Dead Romance, aim for Cronenberg Videodrome/Scanners and Lynch Fire Walk With Me/Lost Highway, but accidentally hit something much more akin to The End of Evangelion and The Adolescence of Utena. And far less refined than either, messy, seeping. I love it a lot?

[nxmeolvides]

me when i have to remove a segment about the muerto county police department (derogatory) in one reply so i just slap a different one in the next reply instead. parkour

[starrypawz]

In terms of weird late night impulses 'make a list of shit you need to do as part of cleaning your room' is probably one of the most useful

[verdictvelvet]

i love making insane commitments to myself so i started watching all of star trek at a rate of one episode per day. it was kind of daunting at first- not in the sense of it being a lot of television to watch thats the easy part- but in the sense of not coming across like a chump when talking about something that like basically everybody i know knows more about than me

anyway i have chilled out about that now i am about a season into tos and have settled on it being a stupid (complimentary) show about some guys you like encountering problems. and if it ever becomes more than that it will be cool to see and if it just introduces me to new bunches of guys to put into problems every once in a while and maybe starts remembering that more than 3 of them exist that will be a win too

[cosmicbucket]

What other OCs do you have, Moosh?

HOO BO Y !! /pos

I have several bundles of OCs for different worlds/stories that I'm working on - some with friends, some by myself. I bounce between them and follow where my interest goes.

My main "solo project" would be 'Homebound', which is a story I've been working on for a few years now.

The designs are a bit outdated, but these are the main three characters of Homebound! The story follows a fallen angel (can you guess who it is? /s) who lands in a magic school and has to navigate the intricacies of mortal life while trying to remember what caused her to fall in the first place.

'The Zodiacs' is probably the largest long-running project I've been apart of. We aren't actively working on it to be a finalised product, but we still write and draw and think about them!

It's essentially personified versions of the Zodiac signs living under the same roof, hiding their supernatural nature from the outside world as they go about living their very normal lives. As the resident Libra, I created Lib! (Can you tell I was really good with names?)

There are a number of other original works I'm doing with friends, but I don't have time to dive into all of em, so I'll briefly overlook my fandom OCs!

Of course, there is the one and only EB in Inscryption-

- but I'm in a lot of other fandoms too! Such as Steven Universe -

- The Owl House (this was more a self-insert than an OC rip) -

- FNAF -

- and many others that I just made AUs for without necessarily creating characters!

I'm also apart of many private SMPs and DnD campaigns, which just means more and more stories to keep track of. A lot of my characters get left on the shelf for ages, but I always pick them up again at some point.

I hope this adequately answered your question, anon!

[cybererotic]

four years later the tbi is getting worse and im so serious

[thelunarbar]

Just remembered I took a nap earlier and I had a dream that was lengthy and weird as my dreams tend to be but one part I remember was Carlos Rodon was at my parents house as were a bunch of other people including the kids of one of my moms friends and several other baseball players and my mom started going off on this rant about people who kept going to this stupid lil breakfast restaurant I’m pretty sure my subconscious made up and then started in on people who buy really expensive organic free range eggs which I knew Rodon did and I was horrified she was saying all this with him literally right beside her 😂

[seluniite-archived]

I FIXED IT D<

I DO TELL GREAT STORIES. SO MANY. i'm still stronker than you.

[redwizardofgay]

I really love how totally unpredictable the quality on Genshin Impact quests is. Like I did the new archon quests and they were really good, so I did the world quests I'd started but couldn't finish before I lost good Internet and oh my god what nonsense. Like 15 minutes of shrieking dialogue with Paimon, leading to useless quest instructions that take an hour and two guides to work out, a boring fight which Ganyu and Zhongli together trivialise and then, instead of getting to wrap it up, i get TWELVE more sub quests to finish before this one will go away.

Like seriously wtf?

I just want to check this off my to do list 😭

[cute-little-crow]

You’re in a particular mood whilst in the midst of intimate shenanigans and it’s about to get you in a whole heap of trouble. Or when you ask them…

“Is it in yet?”

feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)

tw: female reader, brat behaviour, regretting decisions, smut smut and more smut, edging, overstimulation, temp play, light bondage (held bodily), all the boys bringing out their Dom sides to varying degrees, spanking, oral fixation, creampies, hair pulling, phew sorry if I missed something

“Excuse me?”

“What? It was an innocent question,” you huffed, biting your lip and glancing towards the ceiling light over his shoulder.

You could feel the hard length of Rafayel’s cock twitch within your walls, his hand, splayed wide at your hip, tensed until his fingertips pressed harder into the soft yield of your skin.

The urge to squirm was growing more intense, but then he would know. He would know you were goading him. Hell, he probably already knew given the narrow of his violet hued eyes and the crease forming between his eyebrows.

When he didn’t speak, didn’t move, barely drew breath, you piped up once more—pushing your luck too far.

“All I asked was if it was in yet. What’s the problem, Raf?”

Rafayel hissed.

The unnatural noise made you jump, a pathetic moan tumbling from your lips when the jerking motion nudged the tip of his cock against your swollen pleasure spot.

“Brat…” he seethed, pulling out of you and leaning back to spread your thighs wide apart. “And to think I was being so nice to you. Clearly, you don’t want nice.”

His long fingers splayed out on your sensitive inner thighs, holding you down on the bed with your cunt gaping and flexing from where he had just been buried. Arousal dripped along your slit until it dribbled to the sheets below.

You reached from him, squalling from the sudden empty feeling but he pushed away your hand and gave a stern shake of his head.

“Rafay—”

“Hush. Don’t speak. Let’s see how long you can last, hm?”

Gripping the base of his cock, he spread his knees wider so he was closer to you once more. The fat tip leaked with precum which he smeared around your entrance before pushing into you, but stopping when the tip disappeared.

It felt delicious and your skin warmed all over from the sensation. You keened, attempting to roll your hips upward only to be stopped by a firm grip.

“Oh? You feel it now… shame.”

Frowning, you licked over your suddenly parched lips.

Rafayel was pissed.

It turned you on to see him darken; from the colours swirling in his eyes to the shadow falling over his face to his entire demeanour growing sterner, everything more angular and sharp.

Again he withdrew and let his cockhead slap against your puffy clit, far from gentle. Your nerve endings were on fire, sweat gathering on your hairline.

Over and over Rafayel repeated the process. He gave you only ever an inch and never for long enough. Your stomach was in knots from the treatment, the continued smacking of your swollen pearl which he would reach down and tweak every now and again, stopping when he knew you were getting close.

“Please…” you begged, broken and near tears. “I need to feel all of you. ‘want your cock.”

“What’s that, cutie? I didn’t think you could feel anything… and now you want it all? Brats don’t get treats, they get tricks so hush until I’m ready.”

Rafayel edged you for the next hour; giving you enough stimulation to keep you tense and desperate but never enough to satisfy your needs.

It would be quite some time until you decided to be sassy with the Lemurian again.

Sylus paused.

His mouth pulled back from your neck, steady breaths tickling your skin and emphasising the bruises blooming to life.

“I’m sorry, I think I must have misheard you. What did you say, sweetie?”

You were regretting your moment of madness already, heart pounding so harshly in your chest that it just might beat right out. Funnily enough, your voice disappeared into nothing but a strand of whimpered syllables.

He clicked his tongue in dismay, and cupped your chin firmly to bring your focus to his face. You couldn’t run from the piercing intensity of his vermillion eyes, nor from the hold on your jaw that tightened until you were close to squeaking out.

“Nothing, I’m sorry—”

“No, no. You should repeat what you asked me, kitten. Something about ‘is it in yet?’, no?” His voice was a deadly calm whisper and that was so much worse than an overly emotional reaction.

Sylus thrust harshly into you when your mouth flapped open and closed like a fish out of water, your stomach clenched and your legs wrapped more tightly around his waist.

“Seems like you can feel me just fine… so why deny it? Does the kitten want to brat me tonight? Tsk tsk. Bad kitty.”

He peeled away your legs from his sides carefully, thumbs digging into the backs of your knees whilst he adjusted your body beneath him. You went from being intimately close to having your knees digging into your chest and your ankles by your ears.

The adjustment allowed him to sink deeper into you, knocking the air from your lungs. Sylus loomed over your folded body with one stretched hand holding your ankles. It was enough to keep you in the position he desired, enough that every forward momentum felt like you might burst all over him.

“I can’t hear you, sweetie.”

You squealed and squirmed. Your eyes rolled over to the back of your head. You wet his cock so thoroughly that slick dripped from his balls, only emphasising the smacking sound when they impacted heavily against your backside.

Over and over he drove you through orgasm after orgasm. Sylus wrung you like an overly used towel and listened to you sing his name along with the best attempts at apologies you could muster. Every sound was desperation incarnate and he let out an amused huff that gave way to a guttural groan signalling his own release.

“Sylus… oh fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Instead of releasing your trembling legs, the cunning man above you ran his fingers around the base of his cock, coating them in the mixed essence of you both which had managed to escape.

The digits came away creamy, shiny and debauched. With a wolfish grin, he pushed them into your mouth to silence your continued pleas for mercy. Your tongue flattened against roughened pads, the tang lighting up your taste buds and saliva rushed to meet them.

“I heard you, but bad kitties need to be reminded of their manners. Now then, suck my fingers cleans so I can fill you with another load. I need to make sure you really feel it after all…”

Sylus made you pay for your sass over and over that night…

“… did I? Did I hear you right?”

“Did I stutter? I said… is it in yet, Xav?�� You asked churlishly. His cerulean eyes swam like oceans in front of your face, a fleeting look of hurt passing over his features and that was enough to deflate most of your bravado.

“Wait, baby, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve—”

Xavier cut you off with a move you could only describe as pro wrestling adjacent.

One moment he was cradled by the comfort of your body and the next, he was rolling you over onto your stomach and straddling your thighs. His hand traced the curve of your spine, pressing your chest deep into the plush mattress and ending by winding around your hair.

“No, baby. You don’t deserve to be given half-assed dick. Let me make up for my failings,” he rasped into your ear, leaning over you whilst his slick cock rocked between the cleft of your ass.

He tugged on the makeshift ponytail he’d made, drawing your head up at the same time the rest of you was crushed into the sheets, your hands trapped beneath your stomach—useless.

“Spread your legs—that’s it—I see you’re not completely off the rails tonight.”

Xavier worked himself through the gap of your thighs, the blunt head of him butting up against your clit and drawing little gasping hisses from you. His fingers tightened in your hair, and you squirmed, futile beneath his weight.

When he finally notched at your fluttering hole, you were holding your breath so hard you could hear the blood flowing in your ears. His hips descended, dropping himself flush along your body at the same moment he fucked into you.

“Shit!! Xav! Oh god…”

Xavier chuckled nasally, a hungry mouth clamping over the beating pulse in your neck. He set a harsh pace immediately, fucking you prone bone.

You could do absolutely nothing but take every hit. His cock moulding your pussy to fit him and him alone. The angle had him rutting right up near your cervix, so close to flashes of pain but measured enough to stop before he could inflict any actual damage.

He huffed into the crook of your neck, biting and licking over the hurt with shallow breathing that mimicked your own. Xavier was relentless and you had never seen him quite like this.

“So tight, princess. You feel me now? Tell me. Do you feel me in your belly? Gonna spill any minute,” he admitted with a heavy grunt punctuating the words.

In your belly? You could feel him in your damn throat with how deep he was hitting and all you could do was squeal. The sound heightened into a high pitch shriek only animals would hear when he shifted himself to deliver a hearty smack to your backside.

“C’mon… tell me. Is it in now? Is my cock deep enough? The cream you’re leaking tells me yes but I want to hear it from you.”

“Yes! Xavier, yes!”

Never again would you make that same mistake. Who knew your star boy had it in him?

At first, you weren’t sure if he had heard you. Zayne was frozen above, hands pressed to either side of your head and his eyes fixedly shut.

You were about to repeat your attempt at being a brat just to see how the good doctor would react when he blinked open his eyes and your jaw snapped shut.

The frown deepening his brow seemed genuinely startled and he raised a hand to feel your forehead like he was assessing you for a medical condition.

“You don’t feel feverish… perhaps some neurological condition has manifested,” he muttered almost to himself.

“Zayne—don’t be silly. All I asked was if it was in yet?”

He hummed—thoughtfully. “Yes. I heard you, but I can’t quite correlate the words with the sentiment because I know you can feel me.”

“Oh, you do, huh? Sound pretty full of yourself, Dr Zayne.”

As if for emphasis, he pumped himself into you with a snap of his hips. It resulted exactly as he wanted, with your breathless gasp and your head flying back against the pillows.

“You were saying?” He asked coolly. “Perhaps I should check your reactions to other stimuli, just to be sure…”

“What does that—oh!”

Ice veiled the tips of his fingers, careful blue veins creating intricate patterns. Zayne sat back on his haunches, cock still plugged into your clenching cunt, and traced those frozen digits down the column of your throat and towards your breasts.

“Cold! Cold! Stop that,” you yelped, swatting at his hand which diligently refused to be dissuaded.

Only the very corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, his smart, ever assessing eyes watching intently whilst he circled your puffy nipples and they stiffened further from the cold.

“You seem to react to low temperatures within normal ranges, how about warm temperatures,” he mused absently.

Without further warning, his head dipped and his tongue brushed your pert nipple. Zayne’s lips surrounded the bud and suckled with enthusiasm. The instant heat of his mouth bowed your spine and raised your ass so you were grinding yourself shamelessly against Zayne’s front.

“Zayne… fuck.”

The friction elicited from the coarse thatch of neatly trimmed hair at his pelvis caused you to mewl and whine. Your fingers carded through his dark hair and all rational thought flew from your mind.

Just as you were getting used to the hot sensation of your nipple being sucked and pinched by careful teeth, he switched. Ice enveloped the swollen skin, a burn gnawed at your gut but it was a pleasant one.

Zayne continued to tweak at your nipples in turn, cooling them down and warming them up with his tongue, all whilst he maintained a steady pace within you. His cock throbbed and your walls spasmed.

“My diagnosis,” he said quite suddenly, mouth breaking from your breasts with a shallow pant, “is that of brattitude. Quite a severe case too…”

You groaned aloud, eyes cast heavenward at the near orgasm that was close to cresting over you like a playful wave.

“Treatment begins now. I’ll make sure you continue to feel me all night long.”

The good doctor was true to his word, and come morning, the only thing you couldn’t feel were your legs.