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pinktrashgoblin · 7 hours
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”Two sides of one coin.”
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Woohoo!!
Don’t worry. They’re still gonna try to kill each other quite a bit.
also I’m not apologizing for lycan
Btw, the song Cuda plays is an actual song! I nabbed the tab off of Musescore, but you’re gonna have to work to figure out what it is if you don’t already know ;] here’s a little hint: it’s played in D flat major, and I had to mess with the score to get it to fit lmao
hope you like!
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jay-wasstuff · 10 months
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Ao3 being down for the second time is the equivalent of my husband returning from war just to be hit by a car
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veelilee · 10 days
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twigsyy · 2 months
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2aceofspades · 2 months
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Thank you so much for your love and support on my very first round of commissions 🙌♥️✨!!! Y'all are the BEST! 🌟 and I am a very grateful lil' gremlin 🥹
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♠️ I'll actually be reopening them cuz of Spring Break, so if you're interested there will be the details below! Thank you all again so so much! ♠️
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♠️ 5 slots available now! ♠️
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laurellerual · 2 years
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Poor Ned (Part 1)
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so... child soldiers, huh?
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arreole-lavendelle · 6 months
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Stede. Honey. Baby. Girl. How ARE you?
Seriously, I want to know what he was thinking while doing this. How is he seemingly dealing so well with maiming others now.
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gin-juice-tonic · 1 year
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apparently if you make something unrebloggable it stays unrebloggable for life
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little-pup-pip · 5 months
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Hellosies!!!!! Can I pretty pleasies have a cg Fluttershy moodboard?? Masc leaning maybe and perhaps a non-deco paci if u can find one??? Also don’t be afraid to put some pink just cause it’s seen as girly :3 thanksies :3
Definitely!!
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goodday-goodmorn · 5 months
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Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.
The concept in question
Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.
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Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…
Vegas: City!
God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.
Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.
Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.
You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.
Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.
Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.
Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!
You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.
“Is everything all… right?”
You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-
“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.
“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”
“Hey-“
Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.
“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”
You sniffle.
“R-really?”
He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.
“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”
You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”
“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”
He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…
“…maybe i’m and M and M.”
You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.
He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.
“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”
He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-
“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”
He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.
“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.
(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)
“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”
He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.
“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”
You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”
“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”
“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”
“Right, course. Silly me.”
You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-
“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.
“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”
Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.
“I think I wanna kiss you.”
Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.
He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.
He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.
“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”
“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”
…Self control John. Self control.
“Will you marry me please?”
You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!
Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.
…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?
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aviliobrunoo · 5 months
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Okay Nora 😭😭
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neath-to-reach-zine · 11 months
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Neath to Reach Zine 2 is out!
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It’s finally here!
Bringing together many talented artists and writers yet again, the theme for this fanmade Zine is “The Traveler’s Guide to [ILLEGIBLE]”!
Featuring anything from the Depths of London to the farthest reaches of the High Wilderness, this Zine has collected fanworks dedicated to Fallen London, Sunless Seas, Sunless Skies and all it’s associated worldbuilding and fantastic universe. 
Download the Zine in Full Resolution here! 
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Thank you to everyone who participated in the Zine and made this possible! <3
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Neath to Reach Zine is not associated with Failbetter Games, and this is a purely non-profit fanbased collection of works.
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dreamings-free · 4 months
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Faith In The Future is no. 1 in this week's Official UK Record Store Chart 15/12/23
The UK's biggest albums of the week sold through 100 UK independent record shops is compiled by the Official Charts Company, based on sales of CDs, vinyl and other formats - in partnership with Record Store Day.
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Faith In The Future also made a re-entry at no. 61 in the official UK album chart this week (Dec 15-21) as well as at no. 16 on the Albums Chart Update and no. 17 on the Official Sales Chart
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legendofzoodles · 1 year
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Legend: Why is it so cold up here?!
Wild: I don’t know, maybe because it’s a mountain! 
Legend: Then why aren’t you cold smartass?
Wild: Well you see, I’ve equipped this great mountaineering item called pants! 
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macabrecake · 2 years
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okay okay so love your Leon sandwich fic, like I swear I read it every few days. It's amazing. So how about another Leon sandwich, but this time, with innocent reader, and older Leon is like, "she doesn't know yet, but she likes it here." and "she likes it like this." 💕
Cilantro!! ❤️❤️❤️ First off I need to say I love everything you write like Mechanic and Papa Leon are G O D tier and always put me on my knees for real 😭👌🏻And I like where this is going already! I said it before I need to give Rookie Leon more attention so this is perfect. Plus who doesn't love a good fulfilling Leon sandwich?
Nsfw under the cut, Minors please don't touch this it's filthy.
Being the newest rookie to join the RPD was much like any other job, it had it's ups and downs. But they're easier to face when you have a partner like Leon Kennedy. Another rookie cop much like you who was ready to serve and protect, you know you can always count on him and that sweetly adorable face that's always so determined to help in any way he can. However, fighting a zombie outbreak wasn't what either of you had signed up for.
Nor was it on your list to be hidden away in a room of the department where you can freely be a moaning, crying mess at Leon's dick rutting into your slippery cunt while an older version of him, who turns out to be your husband some time in the future, keeps you caged in place between them. From an outside perspective, no words in the human language could explain how batshit crazy that sounds. But with the way Leon's future counterpart expertly works your body like an instrument he's practiced for years, pulling sounds you had no idea you could produce and cause you to feel sensations you never knew existed until now. Who can deny that?
Plus he's practically the spinning image of your partner. Just older, beautifully older might you add because time has been very very kind to him, somewhere in his 30's he mentioned earlier. More confident, and definitely showing the experience he holds in the way he guides rookie's hand to your weeping clit. "She doesn't know it yet, but she likes it here." With that said he shows the 21 year old the pattern of how to press and rub his fingers against your throbbing pearl just right. Like pulling the trigger on a gun, your back suddenly arches off of the agent to press your bare chest against the rookie with a loud mewl you couldn't control to keep silent even if you tried.
Of course you're embarrassed about the sound as soon as it comes out, making you cover your face with a shudder. Much to the amusement of both Leon's as your hands are gently pulled away for you to see again. "So you always sounded pretty." Older Leon deeply hums while gently nibbling your ear, smirking to himself at the sight of goosebumps raising on your skin wherever his lips touched, "Good to know."
You would've shyly hid your gaze from him again if your position between the two blondes wasn't changed, finding yourself being slowly sunk back down onto rookie's cock again with a soft gasp just as he buries his face in your neck to conceal a loud groan at your tight heat taking him again. Pretty blue eyes then silently look to his elder counterpart for some assistance, which he's more than happy to provide by grabbing the supple flesh of your hips to pick you up and whispers, "She likes it like this."
Then grinds you down on rookie in a way that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head, much to the agent's pleasured little grin. Meanwhile, the sweet little rookie cop can't help but subconsciously bite into the crook of your neck to fight back another loud moan almost bordering on a whimper- and fuck was it cute. So cute you had to reach back to run your fingers through his hair with a quiet whimper. Which you feel him smile at, he definitely gets the gist now.
Rookie uses his arm to hook your leg up while the agent hoists up the other and squishes you closer. Leaving you suspended off the floor in a spicy little sandwich as rookie Leon pistons his dick into your aching walls, while agent Leon's fingers return to lovingly play with your sopping wet clit that was begging for some attention. Once again filling the room with an array of raunchy squelching and heavy breathes against sweaty skin. So messy.
So perfect.
"That's it, sweetheart. Doing so good, isn't she rookie?"
"Can't wait to call her 'Mrs. Kennedy' someday."
Christ above you could thank every star in the sky for getting this lucky. Between their sweet murmurs and loving ministrations your body burns even hotter. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun. Until you melt and fall into that breathtaking release. Clinging to agent and rookie both when your cum gushes between them and onto the floor. Your tongue bearing a mind of its own as it chants for the rookie, your husband to be.
Mrs. Kennedy...
You like the sound of that already.
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