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queeny-v · 10 months
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Man I haven’t drawn anything with these two in a BILLION YEARS, I think 2016 or 2017 maybe? 💙💚 (also yes Peridot is playing a switch lol)
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feralen8y · 1 year
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they're eepy....
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halfcarrotikemen · 9 months
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You probably noticed I hate drawing clothes
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pan-gya · 2 years
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ya know when the song is of the ancients?
Please Reblog
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meep-meep-richie · 3 months
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If i get a nickel for everytime owen and luke played brothers and luke's character invented something and owens character takes the credit, i would get two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice
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labellefleur-sauvage · 6 months
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could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???
I read the word ‘steamy’ and took that literally, so here’s a little drabble for you…
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After finishing a fierce private snowball fight between themselves, Nesta and Cassian continue their heated battle in the birchin.
Pairing: Nesta/Cassian
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 1.6K
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“That snowball grazed your wing and you know it!”
“It did not.”
“Yes, it did!” Nesta shot back. “ I can still see the snow on your wingtip.”
“It’s snowing out—of course there’s snow on my wings.”
“There’s a giant lump of snow right where my snowball—!”
“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta,” Cassian interrupted, shoving his hands in his pockets and slowing his walk to an infuriatingly slow pace as Nesta fumed at his side. “Just admit that I, the General of the Night Court, one of the strongest Illyrian warriors to ever live, and a winner of … uh, several snowball fights—“
“And a giant, self-centered ass—“
“Beat you fair and square in our one-on-one,” Cassian ended, giving his mate a condescending grin while she grit her teeth.
Nesta stomped her way through the snow leading to the cabin, her face twisted in anger. Cassian swore he saw the snow falling around her head melt. “And I think you’re an arrogant cheater who can’t admit that his wife beat him in a snowball fight.”
“Hey now,” Cassian said, holding up his hands placatingly, “I’d have no problem admitting that my gorgeous and sexy Valkyrie wife bested me in a snowball fight.”
“Then why don’t you admit it?”
“Because I won.”
Nesta groaned and stalked ahead of him. Cassian laughed. When he’d asked Rhys weeks ago if he and Nesta could borrow the cabin in the mountains for some quality alone time—“For Nes and I to start making our own traditions,” he’d asked his brother, while Rhys only smirked and told him not to break anything—Cassian thought they’d spend the time lounging about with warm drinks, cuddling by the fire, or making dinner together. Normal things.
Instead, as soon as they arrived and dropped their bags by the bed, Nesta twirled on him.
“A snowball fight,” she’d demanded, her gray eyes bright. “Right now. I’m curious to see how good you really are, since you usually lose to your brothers every Solstice.”
Nesta had strutted out of the cabin without a backward glance and Cassian trailed along after her, unable to resist her challenge. What followed was a furious snowball fight that reminded him of battles from the war with Hybern: intense, exhausting and draining, but without any bloodshed.
Their relationship, especially the start, could be summed up the same way, Cassian thought, watching his mate climb back up the hill towards the cabin, her firm backside flexing with every step. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight, imagining what else they could do to pass the time together in the cabin.
Right before she reached the front door, Nesta turned and walked to the edge of the house. Cassian grinned; he was also planning on relaxing in the birchin, and knew Nesta wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.
By the time he let himself into the birchin, warm steam had filled the room and heat smacked him in the face when he opened the door.
“Hurry up and get in, you’re letting out the warmth.”
Nesta was already naked and sitting on a bench, save for a small towel wrapped around her body. She watched Cassian with a bored look as he hurriedly undressed. An eyebrow twitched as he dropped his pants and reached for a towel.
“Are you always so excited after a fight?”
“Just when it’s with you,” Cassian replied automatically, sitting on the opposite bench facing Nesta, the thin towel around his hips doing little to conceal his erection.
“Well, I don’t fuck snowball fight cheaters,” she sneered, looking him up and down.
“What about snowball fight winners?”
“I wouldn’t know, since you didn’t win.”
“Get over it, sweetheart,” Cassian grinned, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “Our inaugural snowball fight as a mated couple ended with me victorious and you the loser.”
Nesta’s eyes briefly traveled to the wide expanse of his chest before she returned her cool gaze to his. “Must be a nice change for you to win for once. I can see why you lose to your brothers every year. You barely beat me.”
Cassian clenched his jaw. “Needed to pull my punches, so to speak, to make things competitive with you.”
Nesta snorted. “Don’t lie. I saw the sweat running down your face. You were throwing snowballs like your life depended on it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re just a sore loser. You can never admit when I’m better than you at something—which is all the time, in case you forgot.”
She scoffed. “Name one thing—“
“I beat you in boxing that one time we spared. I swept you three times, and you barely made me stumble.”
“You’re a giant and have more than a hundred pounds on me,” Nesta said, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.
“Or that one time I beat you at solving those Solstice riddles Feyre came up with.”
“You only won because you had Gywn as a partner. You were a bottle of wine in and couldn’t even spell your own name.”
“I’m better than you with a sword.”
“Is that what you call touching yourself now?”
Cassian couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped his mouth. The laugh turned into a groan as Nesta rose from the bench and stood in between his spread legs.
“Thought you didn’t fuck snowball fight cheaters?”
“Admit you lied and I wouldn’t be,” she replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. He groaned, his hands automatically gripping her thighs.
“Fuck, Nes,” he sighed, reaching up to kiss her, but Nesta shied away.
“Well? Did that last snowball really clip your wing?”
“Nesta,” Cassian growled in warning as she swiveled her bare core over his cloth-covered cock, his head swimming with steam and heat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.
“Answer me and we can continue.” She trailed a hand down between her breasts, lower and lower, skimming the fine hair between her legs. Cassian watched her hand, transfixed, as her fingers dipped between her thighs and he was hit with the sweet scent of her arousal, thicker than the steam surrounding them—
Nesta snapped the fingers that had grazed her cunt in front of his face. “Well?”
“Fine!” he snapped. “Your snowball hit me!”
“And…?” Her nimble hands worked at the knot on his towel and unwrapped it, freeing his aching cock.
“You beat me, you won, whatever you want!” He reached for her again but she batted his hand away.
“I knew it! Admit it—I’m the winner!”
He snarled. “Always have to have the last word, don’t you, Nes?”
“Yes,” she answered simply, and crushed her lips against his.
From there it was a different battle than their snowball fight: lips and teeth and tongues bit and stroked and soothed tender flesh. She caressed his cock, while Cassian groaned against Nesta’s plump lips when his hand dove between her legs and felt the wetness seeping from between her lower lips. Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her.
Nesta’s responding bite to his lower lip made his body throb like drums beating during battle. She panted against his lips as she rode his fingers. Growing impatient, with the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Cassian withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance. Nesta sank down without another word.
Cassian groaned at being enveloped within her warmth. Nesta raised up on her knees so only his cockhead was still nestled in her cunt, and he shivered slightly from the rush of air—colder than Nesta’s body, despite the steam—hitting his wet cock.
She took him to the hilt on the next stroke and set a steady pace of raising and lowering herself on his cock. “Isn’t this better than lying to say you won a snowball fight?” Nesta gloated, smirking down at him.
Growling, Cassian gripped her hips and lifted Nesta off his length. Ignoring her indignant shout, he positioned her so her knees were on the bench and her arms thrown over the back of the bench, her ass in the air. He spread her thighs apart and slid inside her in one thrust. “Isn’t getting fucked by your mate better than some dumb snowball fight?”
She didn’t answer, but based on the soft moans and pleas for more, he thought she agreed with him. Cassian fucked into her tight cunt, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life. Moisture dripped off their bodies; he could see water collecting in the strong curve of Nesta’s spine, and her knees occasionally slipped on the bench underneath them. She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down, instead gasping, “Harder!” when he readjusted his stance behind her.
Her ass bounced with every thrust inside her. He watched, transfixed, as one of Nesta’s arms reached between her legs and began stroking her bud, her fingers occasionally dragging along his cock until, with a strangled moan, she came, squeezing his cock so hard his release followed soon after.
Cassian wiped a hand down his face, unsure how much of the moisture was sweat or water. Bending over to kiss the back of Nesta’s neck, he slowly withdrew his cock from her body.
“I’ll have to lie and cheat at snowball fights more often if that’s the result.”
Nesta stood and stretched like a cat. Grabbing her towel, she walked towards the door, a corner of her mouth turned up. “Next time, just admit I beat you, so we can get straight to the good part.”
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greensaplinggrace · 1 year
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I still can’t believe they changed the darkling’s reasons for scarring genya. it does such a massive disservice to both of their characters
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joonsrack · 1 year
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My new personality is liking thai BLs
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dailywebtoon · 2 years
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I CAN'T GET OVER HOW PRETTY THEY ARE
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aka-tua-braindump · 2 months
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Look at my babies.
I am allergic to cats and have tried to have cats multiple times, suffering with allergies for some.
My therapist at the time was very confused at my insistence on having cats given my horrible allergy (ranges from sniffles to face swelling, depending on the cat).
Let's be real, I DONT MIND DYING IF I CAN HAVE CATS.
But I got these two babies who don't trigger my allergies. The smol one even sleeps on me ❤️
I love them so much. Most days, they are the only reason I'm still here.
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theorizingtheo · 1 year
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so I don’t post WIPs, like ever, but this specific one is probs gonna take a shit ton of time for me to complete, so I wanted you to know that I’m not dead!(unfortunately), I’m just working on this beauty. The idea came to me while I was hot wiring in my university’s lab for a project, and I kid you not, I almost hotwired my finger off with enthusiasm 😂🤷🏻‍♀️
in case you are not aware of the concept, it’s called 22 types of kissing, pretty self explanatory. And no one can convince me that these babies are not aware of that (at least Wednesday, Enid learned from the best😉)
so anyway, I’m not dead and neither is my dominant hand, so I’ll be working on this till I’m finished, or run into an artistic block. Hopefully the 1st one😐😐🥲
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drew some doodles of the Cheeto twins.
I just feel like this was their dynamic in middle school lol. Skeet says a hOrRiBly NaUgHty joke, and scooter probably thinks she’s about to get expelled
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Every character in star wars is now gay as hell. Han Solo? Gay. Luke? He was a twink since day one. Bo Katan? No straight person sits on a throne like that. Kanan? It's super gay to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love. Ahsoka? I mean come on.
Every character is gay and I cannot be told otherwise
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bonsai-babies · 2 years
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Mary and Peyton being cute to each other
Twitter user said that 4 of the 5 reasons they watched CK was Mary, then Xolo asks what could be the fifth, and Mary answers without missing a beat.
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desi-yearning · 8 months
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Why is no one online the only time that I decided to be online😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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inbetweencreature · 9 months
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thinking about Ed and Stede and the concept of twin flames and what it means to fuck up but what it means to choose eachother what it means to give up everything but not really give it up not really not when you’re by my side, right? Not when it doesn’t matter if I change, if my face changes or my hair changes, if my clothes change or my ideals change that we get through this together. I’ll learn how to fold socks, I’ll learn the right way to use a soup spoon, I’ll take the consequences I’m given if it means that I get to choose you. I want a life where you’re in it. Because I’m happy. Because I’m so happy that I get to wake up next to you and you always put 7 sugars in my coffee and we say the same things at the same time and god it hurts doesn’t it? To give yourself to someone and to have them be scared? And leave you? God doesn’t it hurt?
but it’s love isn’t it at the end of the day. love love love. there’s always a second chance, I want to prove I’m worthy of a second chance. to not be a coward. to own up to your decisions. to say I love you. I love you, and you’ve given me a chance to be myself and that makes me happy.
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