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jocelynships · 6 months

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Introducing the most spoiled child in all of New York AND the Hidden City, Avalon Draxum!

While she takes after her father in appearances, Avalon takes after her mother personality wise, despite inheriting her father’s incredibly dramatic antics. Although, she might have gotten it from her uncles too. And her aunts.

Needless to say, Avalon is anything but shy, and while initially friendly, she will not hesitate to stomp you with her hooves should you threaten her friends or family (if they don’t get to you first that is).

Taglist under cut!

@gible-love-nibles @frozenhi-chews @eldritchships @purple-jackett @eggsywifey @soulnottainted @amaltheasdreams @starsstruckpeaches @cherubdulce

DM to be added or removed 🫶

#Joce’s doodles #self ship #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship fankid #ok to reblog- encouraged even!!#also first time doing the tag list I hope it’s okay if I tagged you!! just going off the post I made haha

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ursaspecter · 4 months

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Please for the love of god normalize attraction to fat people I can't take this anymore.

#shut up casey #angry vent #ok to reblog #encouraged to reblog even #if any skinny ppl clown in the notes im gonna invert your lungs.

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blarrghe · 26 days

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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...

The Hunter The Snake and the Fox

Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28

Summary:

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:

A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.

Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.

The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows.

Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.

Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…”

Sharp grunt.

“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?”

Angry Elvish epithet.

“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”

Big knife.

“— and a wife! And children! Please!”

The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already.

“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”

Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.

“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice.

Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.

Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke.

Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power.

“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him.

“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.”

DAFF tags list: @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance @plisuu

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featherlessredheads · 17 days

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Hey so uhhhh serious post. Please read.

To everyone who's been following @borg-collective, aka Marc, please unfollow/block/report him. Back in September I blocked him on all platforms because of weird, creepy & (though non-threatening) stalker behaviour on Tumblr, Instagram and even in real life. Didn't want to make a big deal about it, so I blocked him and left it at that. Yesterday however, I found out that apparently he's been impersonating me on Tumblr for the past two months through @deadrock-n-rollsociety - which is my old URL that I used for years. I'm super creeped out, so please help me by getting this guy off Tumblr.

Read under the cut for explanation & proof.

How is Marc impersonating me?

He took my old URL, deadrock-n-rollsociety (screenshot 1)

He recreated my current header that features 2 (Nord) keyboards (compare screenshot 2 to my header)

He's been reblogging the exact same posts I have, usually a day later, through the same users that I reblogged it from. Until yesterday it was never directly from my own blog, just from my mutuals. (screenshot 3)

He's been blogging about my interests (specific musical artists/bands, playing piano, the 2 movies I based my old URL on (Dead Poets Society & Almost Famous), etc.)

Blogging about the same stuff shouldn't be sus per se, but all these things combined make it very clear to me and my friends that he's targeting me. Also, not really related to me I guess, but what the hell is that profile picture? Slightly feels like a threat. (screenshot 4)

How do I know it's Marc?

Gut feeling. I know that's no hard evidence, but I don't know anyone else who would do this and I haven't had anyone else that has been showing stalker behaviour towards me except for him.

From around May - September 2023 he based most of his reblogs on borg-collective on my specific interests, followed all the same (local) bands on Instagram that I follow, basically based his whole personality on me, started showing up at my gigs unannounced. Would make sense if he's doing it again this time.

He used the tag "#pretty moots" on both this impersonator blog and his main blog (screenshot 5 & 6)

He's been reblogging some of the same posts on both @deadrock-n-rollsociety and @borg-collective, both through the same source. (screenshot 7 & 8)

This guy is in his 30's, impersonating a random girl he met on Tumblr a year ago. If that's not sad I don't know what is. Luckily it's still not really anything directly threatening, but I'm so tired of this guy not being able to leave me alone. I don't understand what his game or goal is here, but the whole situation is making me feel SUPER uncomfortable. So please help me out by getting this guy off Tumblr.

If you want to know more or have any questions, please DM me.

#ok to reblog #encouraged even #I'm so tired of this guy #I thought he got the hint back in September when I blocked him #apparently not #please help a girl out

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felix-lupin · 8 months

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I hate going to the dentist or the doctor's or whatever because every single time they're like

"And how often do you brush your teeth?"

And I'm really really bad at forming habits. Absolute garbage at it. It's really hard for me to start doing something and then maintain it as routine, and that's if I even REMEMBER to do it. IF I even remember, I still need to scrounge up the motivation to do it. I've never in my life been able to maintain a routine of brushing my teeth twice a fucking day, but there's been a few times where, with enough effort, I've been able to maintain a routine of once a day.

So I look at them, and I'm like, "I brush my teeth about once a day," and I'm proud of myself, a little, because I know it was really hard for me to get there, and once a day is better than nothing, right?

But they look at me, and every time they're like, "Well, you really should be brushing your teeth twice a day." And any amount of pride I might've had is gone, washed away and drowned out by shame, instead, because even my best isn't good enough. Even when I've managed to get something, they look at me and they're like "You should do more."

And they'll lecture me on it, tell me that once a day isn't enough. They'll tell me to at least try to brush my teeth twice a day, not once, and they'll present it like it's such a reasonable request. Like, this is the bare minimum, this isn't hard to do, it's easy, you should at least try to do it.

And because the shame is too much, and I don't want to look like I'm not trying, because I AM, I'm trying my best, and I don't want to say no because then it'll look like I'm just lazy, not willing to put in the effort. So I'll say okay, and I'll agree. And when I go home, I brush my teeth and maybe I'll brush my teeth twice a day for two or three days, and then I'll miss it. It's too emotionally/slash mentally draining to keep up the habit, or I didn't have the time, or some other reason, but I'll miss it.

And then, instead of being able to go back to brushing my teeth once a day, keeping that small, basic thing so that I have at least some upkeep on my teeth, I feel so much shame and dejection, I feel like such a useless failure, that I just.. Stop. I stop doing even that basic upkeep. I don't brush my teeth for fucking months, until it gets bad enough that they start to hurt and even then I'm like, why should I even try to get back into the habit? It's not worth it. It's not enough. It'll never be enough.

My best will never be enough for those people. I'll brush my teeth once a day, and they'll say, well, it should really be twice a day, as if I don't already know. I'll clean a small portion of my room, organize my desk or take out the trash or clean the closet, and they'll say, well, you should really clean the whole thing. I'll walk for twenty or thirty minutes while my legs hurt nearly the whole time, and then it gets bad enough I have to sit down, and they'll say, well, you really shouldn't sit here or you're wasting time or come on, it's not even that long, you should be able to walk for this long. or you're being dramatic, just believe in yourself!

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of my needs being dismissed, my best efforts being dismissed as not good enough when it's so hard for me to do that much. I hate it, and I hate how even though I know that I'm trying my goddamn best I can't fully erase the shame, not truly. It sits in the back of my brain like a parasite, eating away at my motivation to do things, to try my best. Consuming it until the shame just crushes and paralyzes me, and then I can't get myself to do anything like that at all, can't even try to put in the bare minimum, let alone my best. Because my best isn't good enough, will never be good enough, and it'll never get rid of the shame.

#felix's posts #felixlupin.txt #vent post #ok to reblog #ableism #autism #adhd #neurodivergent #executive dysfunction #We're not even gonna get into the physical stuff that makes it hard to perform tasks rn #Shame is awful and it is not a productive emotion the ONLY thing shame does #is make you HATE yourself and discourage you from ever trying again #FUCK shame.#fuck ableism #this post is brought to you by #the dentist appointment i had today mixed with my past experiences ive had with dentists</3 #I'm trying so hard not to care #and to keep doing these things and taking care of myself #but its so fucking hard when everyone tells you it isnt enough.#its so hard to be your own biggest cheerleader. to keep trying to encourage yourself #and ignore the people that tell you that you aren't enough.#Its so hard to be an optimist. To constantly try to look on the bright side and be proud of your efforts #Its so fucking hard to love yourself. I'm trying but it's so fucking hard

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rescuethewretched · 29 days

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hello 🪩

#self #ok to reblog #encouraged even!#I felt hot last night so i’m sharing that

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p33p33p00p00 · 6 months

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stop drawing them skinny youre hurting them

#ok to reblog #encouraged to reblog even

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summer-fire · 1 month

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Anxiety sucks so hard because it’s like. I have this built in tool to keep me safe from predators thanks to millennia of human evolution and all it does for me now is give me bad dreams about my 9 to 5.

#:(#ok to reblog in fact I encourage it bc I said basically the same thing in conversation earlier and my coworker didn’t even chuckle.#please laugh.

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heymrspatel · 6 months

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Its Kinktober! Do you have any work coming, if not, are you open to taking ideas/commission

hello! it IS kinktober 🥳 i've done a few so far and if everything goes to plan i should have a few more coming up. i went through a little dip and the momentum i had going disappeared. but, i'm going to try!

i appreciate the interest so so much, but i don't do commissions. the creative/fandom part of my brain is not wired that way unfortunately.

however, alice @darthvaders-wife, recently posted about accepting commissions! (she has also been posting incredible art every single day of kinktober - she's amazing and i bow down) if anyone else is accepting commissions please give a shout! 🩵

#i have a couple more anons in my inbox asking for kinktober. so just answering this one! the answer is yes hopefully!#i'm not burnt out just.. slower. so i'm not going to reach the goal i set for myself at the beginning of the month but that's ok!#also!! @ everyone (myself included)#i encourage you to not only look and read everything that's being posted. but to engage and reblog and comment! pretty please #there's so much time and effort and thought that goes into art and fic! i see it. i know what i put in and i see my friends doing the same #even a simple “this is cool!” “can't wait to read/i loved this read” “thanks for sharing” goes such a long way #ok i'm shutting up. anon i'm so sorry for standing on this soapbox for a second. thanks for your interest 💙💙💙#anon #asks

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captain-neutrino · 2 years

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Okay I don't want to make anyone in particular feel bad, but I just want to say it makes me a little uncomfortable when I say

"What if this character was disabled (colorblind)?"

And the majority response is, "let's try to take advantage of their disability to make them wear things they aren't comfortable with!"

Like I know he's a fictional character and its all in good fun but after awhile it feels disrespectful. Achromatopsia is a real disability that ppl deal with, a lot of asks have been showing their ignorance in saying they would "teach Dark how to distinguish colors" as if a disabled person wouldn't know how to navigate their disability better than a non-disabled person

And some ppl jumping to "I'd get Dark color correcting lenses!" also show their ignorance because 1) it jumps to the desire to Fix a disabled person and 2) Color correcting glasses do NOT work for people with achromatopsia anyways

It just feels like Darkiplier with achromatopsia is being treated as a Quirky Fictional Character Trait with no thought or respect to actual ppl who have the disability and AGAIN i realize how silly it is to kick up a fuss over a character who is literally named "Darkiplier" but idk i just wanted to say something

I want everyone to have FUN and thats why I want to make sure any colorblind or otherwise disabled ppl feel comfortable here and not like they're being made fun of or used as a gimmick! 🖤🤟🏽

#plz dont send me anymore asks trying to 'trick' Darkiplier by using his disability against him #Darkiplier #Markiplier #markiplier egos #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #ahwm darkiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm darkiplier #a date with markiplier #adwm #adwm darkiplier #captain's log #abliesm #cw ableist language #ok to reblog #maybe even encouraged to reblog??

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t4tbruharvey · 1 year

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#making a grave mistake pitting ambulocetus against heavyweight champs such as megalodon and tiktaalik but please vote for my boy #also ok to reblog obviously. encouraged even

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gayarograce · 6 months

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OK, I keep seeing people get this wrong, and it really irks me, so I'm making this post:

Kinder Surprise Eggs are banned in the United States. A lot of you probably knew this already, and this fact is indeed true. What is not true is the assumption I see almost everyone then take: that we did it intentionally, i.e. we banned Kinder Surprise after they were invented due to safety concerns. This is then (anecdotally, I admit) usually followed by some claim that either American children are too stupid to keep themselves from choking on the toy inside or that adults are simply too worried about children potentially choking and decided to then ban them. (Bonus points if the person also mentions our lack of gun control or school shootings in the same breath!)

Except, the second part of that claim, that we intentionally banned Kinder Surprise after they came out, is simply false.

The Federal Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act (FFDCA) of 1938 bans confectionery that "has partially or completely imbedded therein any nonnutritive object" (21 U.S.C. § 342(d)(1)). You will note, as stated above, that the FFDCA was passed in 1938. Kinder Surprise was released by Ferrero in 1974. Kinder Surprise came 36 years after the FFDCA. I don't think it's much of a stretch to say that the small toy inside Kinder Surprise Eggs isn't nutritive, and therefore when they were launched, they were already by default banned by the FFDCA.

So no, we don't have some sort of special vendetta out for Kinder Surprise Eggs, they were simply already illegal in the US from the start. There is, however, a country which has specifically targeted Kinder Surprise Eggs since they've released:

Chile, in 2016, banned Kinder Surprise, along with a multitude of other sugary foods in an effort to curb Chile's rapidly growing childhood obesity rate. Their specific issue with Kinder Surprise was that the toy is, as they called it, a "promotional gadget" (source). According to Ley 20606, "La venta de alimentos especialmente destinados a menores no podrá efectuarse mediante ganchos comerciales... como regalos, concursos, juegos u otro elemento de atracción infantil" (Ley 20606, Artículo 6, Párrafo 3, source in Spanish). Or, as a rough translation, "The sale of food specifically intended for children may not be carried out through the means of commercial hooks... such as gifts, contests, games, or other elements intended to attract children."

I'm not really sure how I want to end this post. I guess the main thing to take away is whenever you come across any claims similar to the one I addressed in this post, maybe do some research into why what they're making fun of is the case. (Another example I could talk about is how lots of people just assume someone randomly decided there should be 5,280 feet in a mile through the means of, in the words of one notable Tumblr post, "a drunk mathematician rolling dice." The short answer to this is there's 5,280 feet in a mile for the same reason there's exactly 2.54 centimeters in an inch.)

I think that's about it. End post.

#sorry this post is kinda all over the place it kinda started off as a rant #i was pretty pissed at the start of writing this post but i calmed down over the 45 minutes it took me to research and write it lol #also i did not edit this and barely even proofread it at all so i hope it makes sense #even though this is partially a rant its still ok to reblog #actually i encourage reblogging this if you want because even if at least one person learns something new from this post #i shall consider it a success #text #not aro

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ghnosis · 7 months

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and just like the Rain...

it's the first properly cool night - it finally feels like fall. the tip of your nose even got a little chilly on your run in the Abbey grounds.

so you run the shower extra hot, and it stings a little when you get in, but it's a good sting, a warm water on cold skin and tired muscles sting, and you relax into it.

you go through the motions, tired and happy: wash your face, your piercings, your body. your soap smells comforting, familiar - it smells like bedtime, the end of a long day.

it's halfway through soaping your torso that you feel it. the droplets running across your skin almost feel like they're getting... thicker. more substantial? it halfway occurs to you to be grossed out - did some sort of creature die in your showerhead, this is a nightmare - when the laugh whispers across the back of your neck.

the Rain Ghoul has arrived, to enhance your shower experience.

warm, stinging drops ooze down your shoulders, pouring down your front, across your nipples, curving down each breast. your skin feels alive, red from the heat of the water and achingly aware of its every inch. the drops continue, over your belly, down your hips, clinging to the shape of your ass, down towards your center but falling from your body before it starts to really matter. other little rivulets course down your thighs, your calves, your ankles -

pushing your feet apart, insistent, stronger than you'd think shower water could be, especially in your ancient apartment. the sensation is so startling (not unwelcome, though) that you scarcely notice what the streams down your arms are doing.

they're gently, so gently, guiding your upper body down, encouraging your hands to rest on the edges of the tub, then keeping a constant pressure circling your wrists, reminding you not to move. wriggling will only encourage him. matching pressure traces your ankles, water kissing you with heat. as you lean forward, agreeing, Rain's water slides over your back, down your chest, agonizingly dripping from the peaks of your breasts. you moan softly, and Rain's voice drips past your ear.

"I've got you now," he croons. "But I bet you wouldn't move, even if I wasn't holding you spread like this, hmm? Tell me how I feel, pet."

Drops race across your eyes, lips, your throat. You open your mouth to answer him and water plays across your tongue. "You're- you're everywhere," you sigh, and he laughs again.

But he is. Between your thighs, licking across your nipples, biting at your hips, and trickling straight down to the core of you. Flowing across your asshole, between your lips, but always, always dropping off before it reaches your clit. He leaves you like that for some time, everywhere at once except for where you really need him but never quite reaching it

until

until the drops falling off your nipples start to feel like little bites.

until the water running down your back takes on the sensation of two hands, gently spreading you open. "Let me see you," he growls, and your knees want to buckle but can't - other "hands" grip your hips, your rib cage, circling you, keeping you upright. they eventually form serpentine bands, tracing like shibari. you make a truly ugly sound of pleasure and he growls again into your ear, delighted. "Slutty little thing, aren't we?"

it feels like you're melting, like the water is washing years of stress off you via edging. a little river flowing between your spread ass courses over your opening, then parting, one smaller stream over each side of your folds, once again avoiding where you need him most.

"Rain, please," you gasp out, but his water floods your mouth, never going down your throat, just washing across your parted lips, playfully preventing you from speaking. the river becomes another hand-sensation, tinglingly warm. a thumb circles your tight rim, making your back arc, the current-like "ties" around your wrists and ankles keeping you from moving too far out of the position Rain wants you in.

the thumb becomes a probing middle finger, long. he pushes it so slowly inside of you, the whole focus of your being flooding to that point of penetration, that delicious fullness. the middle finger is joined by the ring finger, his pointer and pinky fingers sliding across each side of your labia, reminding you of an aching emptiness elsewhere. the sound you make must clue Rain in, because the water ghoul laughs in your ear.

"Dew told me you were a little whore," he purrs. "but I didn't know just how much. are you so used to being fucked by all of us that just one of us isn't enough for you?" you don't get a chance to answer; the water flowing around you solidifies, pushing you slightly forward, and then Rain is standing behind you, so solidly present, but the water is still holding you face-down-ass-up, still swirling patterns across your belly and breasts.

the water-hand burying itself in your ass becomes a physical hand, and Rain hisses at the feeling of your tightness on his fingers. "Such a good little slut for me," he coos, and his thick cock is suddenly between your legs, sliding back and forth across your entrance. his free hand slides down your side, across your shoulder blades, then settles on the scruff of your neck, firmly keeping you in place.

he pulls his hips back, sliding his entire length from your clit to the base of his fingers in your asshole, and then his tip is at your entrance, and then he is stretching you open. he releases a guttural sound as he pushes into you, some unintelligible groan, then "so fucking tight like this," and then he's setting a rhythm between his fingers in one hole, his cock in the other, and his water is still running over you everywhere else.

and you hang like this, completely fucking covered in Rain, and suddenly your exhausted body gives up. your own fluid pours down your thighs and his, and he's absolutely roaring behind you, laughing and telling you what a good girl you are but his hips and his hand are working double time, keeping you squirting, making your legs shake

and then he's really roaring, the sound of his pleasure echoing off the walls of your tiny bathroom as he empties himself in you, the water that is his essence and element washing your outside clean as he paints your inside. he is the only thing supporting your limp form, and he's still inside you and outside you and everywhere, and he continues to hold you even as he softens inside of you. his hands are gentle and his water warm, no longer stinging-hot, as he cleanses you of both of your juices.

there's a fluffy towel waiting for you once he's finished.

#no beta we die like men #raindrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain ghoul smut #rain ghoul x reader #I didn't even dare to copyedit this myself sorry #my laptop is gonna die #it's a race against time #but I had to get this out for y'all #ok to reblog #encouraged to reblog even #female reader #though I do wanna rewrite this as mountain/rain and gn reader #dommy rain #monsterfucker adjacent?#dunno how to classify this one #rosie writes ghost

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wormholecallfowarding · 1 day

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the universe where Vala still met Daniel but Sha’re is still alive definitely has Vala trying to talk them into a threesome and/or attempting to start a poly relationship

#regarding the last reblog #you know that audio drama where parts of reality are getting overwritten and only Daniel remembers the original version #and Sha’re is still alive and Vala is the one encouraging him to talk to Sha’re even if it would be the last time #because then at least he could #but you know Vala being there has me like ‘ok there has to be some kind of dynamic between those 3 and i wanna know’#ot3 fr #stargate sg1

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beechersnope · 11 months

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Welcome to My Island - Excerpt 1

I was going to wait until I finished this fic before posting any of it, but I accidentally made it like 90,000+ words so here is some of the first portion. This is super whimsical and self-indulgent, but above all: porny. Enjoy.

George/Max, girl!Max, public masturbation in a truth-or-dare-esque scenario, ~700 words

“So what,” Charles suddenly interjects. “You jerk off to the idea of getting P1?”

“Doesn’t have to be P1,” George replies without meeting his eyes. It’s not Charles’s turn, which means George doesn’t technically have to answer, but George can feel Max’s eyes boring into him, expectant, and he feels compelled to challenge Charles’s assumption even though the truth is infinitely more embarrassing than letting the misconception stand. “We just both have to finish.”

“With you on top,” Daniel adds with a smirk, evoking giggles from both Heidi and Charlotte.

Max doesn’t laugh, and when George finally glances over at her, she’s staring at him with a concerned expression—the sort that you might turn on someone whose face is literally melting. Fair enough, he thinks. That’s about how it feels with all the blood in his body rushing unbidden to his cheeks and ears, flushing him hot and cold all at the same time.

Thankfully, Charlotte transitions smoothly into her turn without any prompting. “Daniel,” she says quickly, clearly having already put some thought into her question while the rest of them went around. “Fuck, marry, kill: Toto, Christian, Mattia.”

Daniel scoffs loudly. “Fuck Toto, marry Christian, kill Mattia,” he replies almost instantly. “Easy.” He glances over at Charles and gives a faux-apologetic smile. “Sorry, mate.”

“There’s no need to apologize to me,” Charles replies with a laugh. “I would pick the same.”

He clears his throat and sits up a little straighter as the laugh fades, his eyes scanning the others with an uncharacteristic seriousness.

“My turn, then?” he says, waiting for Daniel’s nod of affirmation before alighting on Max. She sighs long-sufferingly but with a smile. “How many people have you slept with?” Charles asks with an answering grin.

The smile on Max’s face immediately fades. “I—well…”

“If you don’t want to answer, you can always take the hard way out,” Daniel reminds her with a smirk.

Max bites down on her lip until it goes white from the pressure. A few seconds go by as she deliberates, and then finally, she slips down into the water and turns to face the hot tub jet.

“Make sure she doesn’t cheat,” Daniel instructs George, who has absolutely no intention of following through.

George can barely look at her now, unable to see much more than the flex of her arm and shoulder as she maneuvers into a suitable position on her knees. It’s harder for her than it had been for Daniel—usually the girls hook their legs over the side to get the right angle, but George would rather throw himself off the cliff and into the ocean than suggest Max do that.

“I don’t cheat,” Max retorts, tossing a glare over her shoulder in Daniel’s direction.

To her credit, there’s no need for George to make sure of anything. It’s painfully obvious as soon as the stream of water makes contact with Max’s clit through her swimsuit.

Her fingers clench hard enough around the lip of the deck that George wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow managed to crack right through the tile, and her breathing abruptly goes ragged as she violently trembles and shakes.

George stares at her with his mouth hanging open. He can feel the blood rushing from his cheeks to his dick so fast it hurts, and he’s already half-hard in his swim trunks by the time Max stops coming.

“Fuck,” Daniel comments in an awe-struck voice as Max peels herself away from the jet and curls into the fetal position on the bench, still evidently trying to catch her breath. She doesn’t meet his, or anyone else’s, eyes. “Well, that was fucking—something.” He turns to George without warning. “Does she always have a hair-trigger?”

“Not your turn,” George responds automatically. His brain is still mush. He can’t think, let alone navigate the treacherous waters of Daniel poking and prodding at the nature of his relationship with Max.

“It actually is his turn,” Charles points out. “Technically.”

Daniel aims the full force of his smugness at George. “So?”

#f1 fic #maxgeorge #f1 smut #george x max #max x george #ok to reblog!#encouraged even #as long as you are nice to me in the tags

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cryptic-rainfall · 3 months

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I just installed krita on my new pc as a bit of an impulse (firealpaca doesn't have an official linux install so I need to set my sights to other options), and I literally spent the last 20 min going "oooooh" and "ahhhh" and "wowwww" out loud going through and trying out the preset brushes. what a wonderful experience!

#krita #firealpaca #fire alpaca #as much as I love fire alpaca. krita looks gorgeous right from the get go #and I am hoping to be switching fully over to linux for all my personal computers within the year so #personal #ok to reblog #encouraged even

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