#frothing at the mouth at the thought of it

[cookiesonfire]

Pretty boy in my lap. Pretty boy curled up comfortably in my arms. Pretty boy looking up at me with big watery eyes. Pretty boy hiding his face in my neck. Pretty boy letting my hands wander over him, doing whatever I want, touching however I want. Pretty boy breathing and moaning into my skin. Pretty boy squirming and losing his mind a little bit. Pretty boy begging me for more. Pretty boy tilting his head up, wanting a kiss. Pretty boy being so so good for me, and I lose my mind a little bit.

#frothing at the mouth for this rn #someone finding comfort and pleasure in me is my kink #just a thought #femdxm #subby boys #pretty boy

[rafecameroninterlude]

right!!!! do not get me wrong rafe's curtain bangs are so iconic but him just looking so sleazy and acting like a fratboy makes me froth at the mouth !!!!

EXACTLYYYY!! omg i’m thinking thoughts rn.. i feel like he would be so gross and have no filter when it comes to hitting on you, telling you the most crudest things bc he knows you secretly love it :(

#𝜗𝜚 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x y/n #drew starkey

[illwynd]

Utgard-Loki's Tale

I finally got to perform this thing tonight, so I guess it has reached its final form.

This poem is inspired by the traditional Icelandic rhyming poem Lokrur. My adaptation uses a bastard Kalevala metre (trochaic tetrameter), with various features of both Finnish poetry (repetition and alliteration) and Icelandic poetry (alliteration and abundant use of kennings and other wordplay), and I developed it specifically for spoken performance, in accordance with the way the story would originally have been passed along. There's some really geeky shit in here.

Also my thanks to @obligate-rebel who gave me a thumbs-up on an earlier iteration of it :D

...

By men I am called Utgard-Loki

Outlands’ trickster, apt in magecraft,

Skilled in spells and in shape-shifting

One who worked his tricks on wanderers

One who wickedly deceived them

When to his threshold gods came calling

You see, all Thor and Loki knew about me was that I throw all the best parties—what else is there to do when you live way out in the Outlands?—but everyone in attendance has to be the best there is at whatever it is they do, so these two gods... they thought they’d crash my party, cause some trouble, start some fights, show me who’s boss in my own house, and I had to figure out a way to get them to head on home without actually starting a war, because, y'know, that would tend to put a crimp on the party scene. So do you want to know how I managed that trick?

Surely you have heard them tell it?

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard about Thjalfi, swiftest,

Tricked in foot-race versus Hugi

Passed by one who treads so lightly

Or the contest of the mighty

Rymr, he who calls the thunder,

Put his lips upon the vessel

‘Pon the cup all full and frothy

Froth as white as salty sea-foam

And the thirsty draughts he drew then

Drained the horn—of but a mouthful!

So it seemed by liquid’s level

Sore was he, Midgard’s protector

Falling short in simple trial

Surely you have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recite it

Heard how Loki, sly and clever

Set his hunger versus Logi

Chowing down along the trencher

Met the two with crumbs between them

Drawing even, feasts devoured

Loki patting bulging belly

Smirking with his smile ‘broidered

Met they then—but skinny Logi

Ravenous as wolf in winter

He had eaten all the meat…

And all the bones… and all the trencher!

Thus was Laufey’s heir defeated!

And you must have heard them tell it

Heard the tale as they recount it

How the grim one’s son continued

Put him forth another challenge

Boasting of his strength of body

Strength indeed of all his sinews

I set before him then the mouser

Tomcat’s father, hearth’s wee tiger

Purring on the floor before him

That he should test his might upon it

Asa-Thor bent low to grasp it

Bent to wrap his grip around it

Struggling with grunts of effort

Grunting as he tried to lift it

But one paw he barely shifted!

One paw raised above the tiles!

Purring still the feline bore it

As Baldr’s brother failed to heft it!

Fury gripped lord of Bilskirnir

And in his anger bade another

Challenger be brought before him

Said I then I thought my mother

In her youth a wrestler had been

But in her dotage still might suit him

Wroth was he with red beard bristling

Stomping on the mat before him

As Elli hobbled to her corner

But soon she did contrive to hold him

Hold him fast with arms around him

Arms like bands of stubborn iron

Till his knee did bend beneath him

Shamed was Grimnir’s lauded kinsman

Beaten so by woman wizened!

Tell me those are not the stories

More or less as you have heard them

But one voice has not been cited

One has not been heard to tell it

That is me. And if you’ll heed

I’ll tell the legend as I lived it

And each contest I’ve recounted

—true it is that I deceived them

Wanderers of Aesir kindred

But look at it from my perspective

Behold for but the briefest moment

Consider how I first had found them

Sheltering in fingers’ caverns

Cowering within the leather

Where the last night I had left it—

I swear I did not mean to wound them

Or to frighten with my snoring

I was merely heedless taken

Heedless of their headstrong journey

Thus I met them in the morning

Waking to their faces frowning

Trying to be most disarming

Not to give them cause for worry

Then they asked ME where the pathway

To the hall of Utgard-Loki!

I saw it full, the very future

Of which I’d had no foretelling

For they queried after speaking

‘Mongst themselves of doom impending

Doom that they would deal that monster

Dwelling in those halls unknowing

Well!

I endeavored to dissuade them

Placing in their path obstructions

Surely less than cruel misfortunes

Set before them my conditions

If they’d travel with my guidance

They would travel by my schedule

I would call the halts and respites

I would carry all provisions

Thus I handed them frustration

Goaded them to resignation

Alas the doggedness of gods

Was not within my calculations

So, if they’d not be dissuaded

Then ‘twas I must scheme before them

How to meet their whim for action

Without inviting my destruction

Thus I pointed them to pathway

To the door of Utgard-Loki

Once apart I shed illusion

Readied all in preparation

Waited till they came a-hailing

Thunder roaring at my doorway

And ‘twas I that granted entry

Though they did not recognize me

As they came to show their mettle

Prove their might in any challenge

Fain was I to meet their boasting

With my own skill in devising

Thus I placed the end of vessel

From which Odin’s son drank freely

Down upon the dolphin’s doorstep

Thirst could never be so mighty!

Not to drain the fishes’ highway

In this way I meant to thwart him

Meant to tactfully confound him

Meant to make him long for Asgard

Not to linger ‘neath these timbers

Then, said I to ember’s elder,

Let me place on you deception

Garb yourself in Aesir aspect

Shape the hungry tongue within you

Solid where your spark did flicker

That Laufey’s son so sly and able

Might not swiftly recognize you

As he sits down at the table

Thus I spake to Munin’s brother

Of the planned dissimilation:

Wrap yourself in men’s attire

From the ash-wood make your raiment

Lace your boots of supple leather

Then set foot upon the pavement

There to meet Toothgnasher’s wounder

There to race against him striving

Round the path of mead’s lacuna

Thus alike I worked enchantments

On the great snake Midgardsormr

On that serpent world-encircling

One that Thor once snared while sailing

Scales reshaped to furry shoulders

Still he hissed alike I tell you

That one trait you might have noted

Naught else of his essence showing

And then came the last contender

Gracious guest of all the prudent,

Spoils of the years’ survivor

By her leave I did conceal her

Veiled her hair in moonlight’s metal

Bent her back like twisted tree-limb

So Harbard’s son would be no wiser

When she set her hold upon him

In the aftermath of trials

Egos soothed with ale aplenty

I revealed to them my secret

That they would not feel too cheated 

Nor would they feel too affronted

All I wished was their forbearance

Parting then as friendly rivals

So they would crave not for vengeance

For Jotuns have our share of talents

Our own place on World-Tree’s branches

Spells apart from gallows’ knowing

More are we than Aesir’s foemen

There my tale is near completed

But if my tongue’s allowed to waggle 

Somewhat more of gods and giants

And the bitter blood between us

Just a few words I will venture

Fury, I have surely felt it

Anger aching for requital

For accounts all to be settled

Quenched with blood the battle’s metal

But I’ve seen no better ending

Not for bards and not for swordsmen

Than to sit by fire flaming

Telling tales with close companions

Ale in hand and sated, cravings

And all the stars above bright-blazing.

#norse mythology #poetry #my fic

[greatprotector-if]

being an if writer is having an idea for a new if game completely separate from your current project rattling around in your head CONSTANTLY. just clinking around there like you're shaking a piggy bank. doesn't matter how many games you already got going there's always gonna be another idea out there that's equally enticing

#i will not give into these base urges! i will at least complete this one before i start yet another one! #but it looks so good #frothing at the mouth at the thought of it #it's fantasy again. of course. But URBAN fantasy this time...... #writing #interactive fiction #not if related #ramblings

[ncutii-gatwa]

really makes me laugh seeing some people complain doctor who is gay now. babe THIS aired in 2005. doctor who has been gay a long damn time get with the program

#random emma thoughts #doctor who #dw #a show with captain jack in it is gay?? WELL DUH #i watched this kiss when i was 8 and was unbothered #welcome to the gay show #these people would not have survived in 2005 #and definitely would have frothed at the mouth at torchwood which is an even gayer show than dw #anyway why are people surprised rtd who is gay writes gay stories #15k

[whathorselegs]

Going feral over the differences in how Akutagawa and Chuuya remember Dazai during his Port Mafia days.

First image is Akutagawa's memory and the second image is Chuuya's memory.

Neither of them are accurate representations of what Dazai actually looked like, they are two peoples' perceptions of him.

Akutagawa idolizes Dazai, he was strength and power manifested, he was an ideal. He looks more put together than we ever see Dazai. He's looking down on Akutagawa both physically and symbolically. He's in all black, a true Port Mafia Executive from head to toe. His arms are concealed in Mori's coat, he's comfortable there, it fits him, he belongs. Akutagawa never saw him any other way, that's why Dazai leaving was something Akutagawa could never even begin to accept or understand.

But, God, it's such a different story in Chuuya's memory. He's disheveled, he looks so thin. In Chuuya's memory the Port Mafia life is wasting Dazai away. The mafia members behind him are ghastly shades, monsters of Dazai's past. He's wearing his Agency clothes under Mori's coat, whilst he pulls it around himself because it's all he knows. Signifying that Chuuya always knew Dazai's loyalty to Mori was fickle, that he wanted an out. Perhaps showing that Chuuya believes Dazai was always destined to be somewhere other than the mafia, that he knows he was destined for the Agency.

And then if you compare both of those to how Oda saw Dazai

It truly emphasizes just how young Dazai was to Oda. A kid who still had the chance to change, who didn't have to be the monster that mafia made of him.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd akutagawa #bsd odasaku #rambling #and there's where my thoughts stop being coherent and I start frothing at the mouth

[brown-little-robin]

When Mob exorcises Dimple for the first time, he taps his fingers on Dimple's forehead and says: 僕は最低だ。That gets translated "I'm terrible" or "I'm the worst" in English.

Those are pretty vague words in English, though, so I paused the show to look it up. (took me a hot minute to find the listing for the word 最低, too, which means I'll probably remember it forever, but that's not relevant, lol.) SO. Mob says "boku wa saitei da"— I am 最低. Turns out that "the worst" is a pretty great translation, because it captures both the aspect of "least (lowest in some category)" and "most repugnant" from the original word.

This is awful. Obviously. No 14-year-old should be calling himself that in full honesty. But that's not the point I want to get across:

The exact moment that Mob uses the word 最低 for himself is worth noting! Dimple has just jumped at Mob for a killing blow, proclaiming that in the battle between them, lived battle experience will determine who's the winner. Dimple is judging himself and Mob against each other on a scale of battle skill. The only variable he cares about is power. And when Mob wipes him out, clearly Mob is the winner of their contest. From Dimple's perspective, Mob should be saying he's 最高—saikou, the antonym of saitei, meaning "the best/highest". But Mob is judging himself by a completely different variable—the ability to control himself. That's why he calls himself the worst. It's a moment of self-loathing, yes, but not out of nowhere—he's correcting Dimple and re-contextualizing their fight as a failure on his part, not a victory for anyone.

#*frothing at the mouth* I! love! MP100's! rejection! and! thoughtful! examination! of! anime! norms! #I've been going through Mob Psycho 100 and pausing whenever I hear an interesting new word or phrase #and looking it up on my best friend and savior jisho.org #mob psycho 100 #mob-blogging #Robin learns Japanese

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

-

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

-

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

-

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it. #ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley. #and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby. #look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays. #hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

[duckiemimi]

i hate myself so much rn.

#i’ve been frothing at the mouth about how i had hope gojo would live #and he’d be living proof that change is possible and fate is breakable #what the actual fuck #i mean he’s passed the baton to his allies ig #his students #but it just feels unfinished #this is so surreal and in the worst way #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk 236 #mimi u have to keep ur thoughts to urself sometimes #jjk leaks #jujutsu kaisen

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

#pokemon #trainer lyra #rival silver #soulsilvershipping #timeskip tag #bao beis #i had so much more planned. but alas. college. #ANYWAY. sss my everything. ohh. always thinking abt them. #this is very obviously lyra's room! all the pink! massive bed to fit all her pokemon! the champion paycheck gets you that much at least #and plants!!! no. 1 horticulturist in johto #she's living somewhere around the base of mt silver... decently close to the league and her hometown #so i like to imagine her with a huge greenhouse so she can take care of plants even in the harsher climate #meanwhile silver has one of those decrepit malelivingspace flats in viridian. he's making it work. #i can only see sss properly moving in together liiiike in their late 20s #after they get to enjoy young adult independence for a while #but before they permanently settle down they should go on silly adventures again... just once. or twice. or #as much as i like to entertain the thought of them being homebodies i think they'd rather spend their lives travelling haha #since silver never got to fully experience it as a kid on the run #being a wanted man and all #and lyra is itching for the getaway #they deserve to be in nature and responsibility-free and *frothing at the mouth* #BTW i put my whole wyvussy into that wall decor #lisia signed poster... rosa's resemblance as mei(!!!) in the totoro one... bell tower + whirl island pics // #pokemon constellations... and those gen 4 mail templates that no one actually used. probably from dawn. champion penpals :] #i debated doing a lance poster because celebrity idol funny but nah she'd bin that immediately after moving out #oh yeah the drawover was um. inspired by the nonebinary neochamp fit. so happy for my son. #i'm glad i managed to finish the big piece in time otherwise i would've just posted that LOL can you imagine #okey bye happy sss day

[peterrrei]

me and you, you and me

#char aznable #amuro ray #charmuro #zeta gundam #came home from work frothing at the mouth at the thought of drawing them #defeating art block by drawing my doomed yaoi <3333

[cats-obsessions]

Fellas, is it gay if you look out upon your nearest and dearest, forgotten accomplice's home whose name is sickeningly familiar and this song plays in your head?

Do you think Gortash stood on his balcony, not knowing why but drawn to stare at the abandoned building Durge called camp?

Anyways, the song triggers even if you haven't romanced anyone in your camp, and while of course it is totally up for interpretation, I'm interpreting it as durgetash. I mean, beyond the obvious urge to spill and potentially drink blood:

"I feel your breath upon my neck. A soft caress as cold as death […] Your blood like wine, I wanted in Oh darling, get me drunk and make me feel

Their memory is unclear, but the feeling isn't:

"I feel your heartbeat in my soul. Our futures bound, our bodies know."

What can't be remembered is still held within their body, and another version of that line changes to "our endings bound", which is only true of a few people- Durge can complete the game alone, but their ending is always shaped by their decisions surrounding Enver, the brain, and Bhaal.

Their endings are intertwined, they are each other's only equal, but Gortash's can only end one way (fight me, Larian)

"My only one, There's more to do, if we can only live. The clock won't stop and this is what we get".

Durge being hopeful to live, at least to finish what needs to be done- but some of their old guilt reflected in the prayer of forgiveness could be seen reflected here as well.

"It's not my fault I'm not to blame These ain't my sins I broke my chains"

Whether sins here refer to their sin of admiring the chosen of Bhaal or the sins of murder forced by their father's hand, they very much did and might have continued to break chains since being tadpoled. Paired with 'get me drunk and make me feel', it almost reads more like it isn't their fault they fell for him, he tempted them and gave them all they needed to feel, to be a person for the first time.

Full lyrics below. There's so much more you could pull from it (And yes, I know this will also trigger if you play as Tav, but it has such a unique flavor for Durge)

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I feel your breath upon my neck A soft caress as cold as death (cold as death) I didn't know you well back then I blame it all on luck and vain (luck and vain) Your blood like wine, I wanted in Oh darling, get me drunk and make me feel

It's not my fault I'm not to blame These ain't my sins I broke my chains There's more to do And I still want to live (live)

I feel your breath upon my neck A soft caress as cold as death (cold as death) I feel your heartbeat in my soul Our futures bound, our bodies know (bodies know) Your blood like wine, I wanted in Oh darling get me drunk, invite me in

It's not my fault I'm not to blame Thesе ain't my sins I broke my chains There's morе to do If I can only live (live)

I can't go yet Don't let me die I'll never stop Until I'm done But just tonight Maybe I'll rest in peace

I feel your breath upon my neck A soft caress as cold as death (cold as death) I hear your heartbeat in my soul Our endings bound, our bodies know

I can't go yet Don't let me die I want to live My only one There's more to do, if we can only live The clock won't stop and this is what we get

#I just triggered this song for the first time #I am frothing at the mouth #It is genuinely so #durgetash #and it makes me imagine Durge approaching Wyrm's rock with an anticipation they don't understand #they dont know why theres butterflies in their stomach #or why theyre nervous like they've done something wrong #theyre just vibrating the closer they get because their body knows- their soul remembers #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #dark urge #goretash #the dark urge x gortash #cats thoughts

[buwheal]

get turned into a print idiot

hrrrghhh i fixed a few things afterwards this was just a test print,, but... when im done with the other stuff i need to do with,, i really want to try printing on a shirt for myself :-3

#hes. slightly. fucked up. uhm. but would you believe me if i said this was my first time messing around with carving a real plate... #so its excusable!! it came out better than i thought it would to be honest #teehee im having so much fun #i fucking stabbed myself with the trough tip and immediately realized what i was doing wrong #oops #but i did like carving hes so silly #buwheart #spamton #idrk to be honesr waugh #BACK TO YGM YAYYY YAYYY!!!!!!!!! I have ideas ive been waitnig to get to i am frothing at the mouth to do them #theyre sketched out and everything i just need to get to that point

[andro-dino]

I don’t know how they did it but they gave a troll tguy swag,,,, godbless

+ closeup of just the human version bc I like how he came out a lot <3

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls floyd #this design has me frothing at the mouth I am so in love with him #simply just a little guy #thinking about what he was doing during his solo career is fun #HIM BEING EMO MEANS SO MUCH TO ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #also. saw someone on twt point out how his ears are downturned #and the only other troll with downturned ears is branch #which only happened when he went gray #which means that Floyd could’ve potentially gone grey at some point #and that thought has me going crazy insane currently

[limetimo]

Regulus has an unfortunate impulse to point out the Snitch in matches he's not playing. His friends have to hold him down so that he doesn't point and yell, "IT'S ABOVE THE PUFF STANDS! THE PUFF STANDS!! IT'S BEEN ABOVE THE PUFF STANDS FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES YOU INCOMPETENT, BLIND, DAFT DIMWITS!!!"

Boy loves Quidditch but has 0 chill about it and watching other people play is torture as they're all slow and stupid and blind and "MY HOUSE ELF FLIES BETTER THAN THIS!!!"

#regulus black #I just like the thought of reggie frothing at the mouth trying to launch himelf on the field because HE SAW THE SNITCH #IT'S RIGHT THERE #Regulus is odysseus and snitch is the sirens

[akiirah]

cw: reader implied to wear feminine clothing (skirt), afab reader, alcohol consumption, squirting, mean!character

(Drunk sex with your fav) Where you stumble into a random bedroom at someone's house party, he's carrying you up on his shoulders (stumbling) hearing you giggle at his antics.

He drops you on the bed gently, feeling his face flush looking down at you, leaning in to kiss you deeply, the carnal need to eat you up, rising inside of him. He hears the pounding of old school 'Flo Rida' resonating throughout the walls of the room as he stares down at you.

"Mmh, whose room is this~?",

You ask him, tone laced with giddiness, the alcohol making your body buzz with anticipation. As you grasp his face, leaving brief pecks on his lips. He hums, entertained by the way you oh-so-cutely leave smoochy sounds as you continue kissing him.

"Wanna fuck you here."

He leaves a peck onto the apple of your cheeks, groaning at the way your soft tits press against his chest as you arch your back into him.

"If we stayed downstairs any longer, I might've ended up fucking you over on the table in front of everyone"

His hand trailing up from your knee, groping your gentle thighs, the imprint of his fingertips moulded onto the delicate skin. Your breathing quickens as his hand reaches higher to slide underneath the hem of your skirt, lightly brushing against your clit through your thin panties, pressing onto it more firmly as you whine and cant your hips up towards his finger. He holds onto your hips with both hands, firmly pushing them down.

"Be patient baby, I'm not going anywhere yeah?"

You whine at his words, unable to move from his strong hold, one hand hiking the skirt up and brushing your panties to the side in one swift moment. You feel his warm fingers swiping up your clit, pushing it between your folds to collect your arousal and rub it against your nub, slowly.

"Ah..! Mm, come on.."

You try to entice him, moving your hips around with the limited movement you have. You hear a small huff leave his lips, his hands lifting up and coming down to make contact to your clit, the sensation of your clit getting slapped makes you moan.

"Mmph-! What was that for-"

He grips your face in one hand, positioning it so you're directly facing him. His eyes boring into yours,

"Don't be a bitch, I said be patient. Didn't I?"

He reaches for your pussy again, rubbing his fingers all over it, groaning at the wet clicking sounds as his rubbing increases insistently. You let our breathy moans against his ear, biting your lip, as you feel two fingers enter you suddenly. Your back arches at the sudden intrusion of his fingers, breath hitching.

"A-ah..! So mean.."

You whine again, hearing the wet clicking sounds of his fingers going in and out at a steady pace. You hear him breathing deeply against your ear, feeling his hardened cock brushing your inner thigh.

"Fuck that's it- you like that?"

He speeds up his fingers, arching them into a come-hither motion, noting the way you try to move your hips away from the stimulation.

"Hng-! Too much, it's-"

He leans into the crook of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, maintaining the thrusting of his fingers.

"Yeah come on pretty, you gonna cum from me just fucking you with my fingers? Yeah?."

He taunts you, moving his body up slightly to gaze at your face. Face flushed and turned away from him, the flush reaching to your neck from his actions and the alcohol, serving to spike your arousal, your hair sprawled out against the pillow. He bites his lip, as he sees you grip his wrist, attempting to find solace within the grasp until your legs kick out. Your mouth opened into a silent scream, squirting on his hands. More of the clear liquid gushing out as he continues to finger you, slowing down his movements, your body twitching and gripping his wrist tighter in a silent plea.

"Mm, that's my girl."

He pulls out his fingers, another groan leaves his lips from the way your walls tightened around his fingers, not wanting him to leave. He then observes the soaked sheets, the wetness pooling underneath your ass as he lightly chuckles.

"Someone's gonna have fun doing laundry"

#blue lock x reader smut #blue lock smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO USE INSTEAD OF BITCH FORGIVE ME #this scenario came to me as I lie awake refusing to sleep.. #Thought of itoshi sae in the back of my head while typing this. brat tamer sae? my mouth is frothing :3c #But feel free to imagine ur fav anime boy tehe! #I gave up but just imagine he gives you the most eye rolling dicking down ever idk