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more Veldi Alex doodles

fun fact: I forgot an animal in the animal list.

I also wanted to do the thing prey mantis's do when they always look like they're looking at you all of the time, but they're not. :)

Throws a brick at you

If I was funnier I would have given you a witty comeback, but I’m not so here’s chaos plan bunny making out

cw: self-indulgent, reader has short hair and piercings, atsumu is there

iwaizumi hajime isn’t an easy man to distract.

only a singularly focused man could be the ace of aoba johsai, could study at a prestigious university in a selective major, could become the trainer for the japanese men’s national volleyball team. he chases his goals relentlessly; he is intense in every realm of his life.

“blah, blah, blah, backstory stuff,” is all he can hear from atsumu’s mouth as he watches you nod along. you’re a childhood friend of the setter, or a cousin, or something like that. you came to team dinner because you’ve just moved to the area and you’re relying on atsumu to introduce you to people who will show you around.

iwaizumi wants to show you around, alright.

your eyes are lively, your lips pressed together as you try not to laugh at whatever bullshit is coming out of atsumu’s mouth. iwaizumi’s jaw goes slack as you nod along and your earrings jingle, exposed by your short hair and emphasizing your long neck. your jewelry is all coordinated, from your multiple piercings to the necklace resting on your exposed collarbone.

“-waizumi,” someone is saying. “iwaizumi-san!”

oh, shit. everyone’s looking at him.

“…huh,” he grunts articulately, training his eyes on his plate.

“i was saying,” atsumu says, a glint in his eyes that iwaizumi does not like at all. “you know some good hiking spots in the area, yeah? places where you can be in nature in the city?”

“uh,” iwaizumi says. “yeah. why?”

“oh,” you cut in before atsumu says something horrible and weird—iwaizumi’s developed a sixth sense for when he’s about to do that— “i was curious. i’m not used to such urban areas, so maybe you could take me to some of your favorites?”

“course,” he agrees before he processes anything you’ve said. “whenever you want.”

you beam at him, pretty lips splitting into a wide white smile, and he completely loses track of whoever is snickering in the background.

“you’re so kind, iwaizumi-san,” you tap a finger on your nose. your nails are shiny, long and sharp. he can almost feel them on his skin. if he blushes any harder he’s going to get a nosebleed. “not at all like atsu said.”

iwaizumi swivels his head to stare at the setter, suddenly laser-focused. atsumu laughs, looking panicked.

“i only said good things, all good things! like you’re really strong, and cool, and good with baby animals…” he trails off. “right?”

“next practice,” iwaizumi promises, “you’re gonna do dolphin drills until you die.”

HI?? HELLO?? HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS OH MY GOD

my insides have been scooped out. there are voices in my head chanting this. i love you

Okay fine guys I caved

*re-lys3rgid3s your daydream*

The consequences of my actions weigh far too much

But this is for @ryy-bread specifically. Otherwise I would've lived through the guilt

NEW BOOK

Bruno bonding with his younger newphes is EVERYTHING that i asked for

its gonna release march!

Like A River

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: This is part of a lovely prompt challenge I’m doing with @quietlyimplode. A bit of angst and a bit of fluff, contains some heavier themes.

There were two of you. You knew that from the start. You did not ask about her.

You were in love. You wanted to be.

Keep reading

Hollow Knight fandom wake up Fangamer finally made a Hollow plush this is NOT a drill

Obligatory link here

We finally won guys. We got an official Hollow plush

I ask for nothing; I can get by. But I know so many, less lucky than I. Please help my people, the poor and downtrod.

I thought we all were the children of God.

HOSU E OOF WELCOVES... .OWLVE.S... OOHNMMYMGOF.d...

WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SANDOR there's not enough Hound love you are doing the seven's work

👉👈 can i humbly request something about Sandor thinking "fuck it" to protection and coming to the idea of pumping reader full of his pups? maybe with a little big cock/tight fit mention sprinkled in? obsessed w his size difference and his commanding presence and how he just takes what he wants i love u im kissing u on the lips xx

THANK YOU 🫂 and i agree !! i think i read every sandor fic on here in one sitting so i just HAD to rectify that at ONCE !! wait did they even have protection in those days? did they like put a sock on it or smth (smooch ilyt)

table of contents; tight fit, big dick, clit stim, size kink, breeding kink (but you’re both as bad as each other)

he’s never loved you as much as he does in this instance.

your hair splayed out over the pillow, your eyes lidded and desirous, lips parted into a pretty little o-shape. you’re a sight for sore eyes, spread beautifully beneath him as you prepare to take him so well.

“it’s been a little while,” he says, softer than his usual tone. he’s been away for some time, accompanying the king’s entourage north. you stayed home with your children. “might hurt a bit, love.”

“oh please, i’ve popped out three cleganes,” you assure him, hands stroking up and down the large expanse of his back. “one after the other, might i add. you planted some beastly babes in me, you know. i think i can manage this one. . .” you reach between your bodies to grip him gently in your palm, squeezing him at the base.

he closes his eyes, hips rutting against you. “woman,” when he opens them again you’re gazing up at him in that same way that dements him with ardor every fucking time. “if you keep that up, i might put another one in there.”

“won’t hear me complaining.” you whisper, lifting your head to close the gap between your faces. your lips scarcely coast over his, then you latch onto his bottom one, sucking it into your mouth before releasing it with a crude pop.

a noise that can only resemble that of a growl crawls from his throat and he bucks into you, the engorged head of his cock splitting you open for him. you both shudder, your back arching until your breasts press against the solid barrels of his chest.

“fuckin hells, woman,” he hisses, tensing above you. “wouldn’t think any babes of mine had come from this cunt.”

you feel so full already, it feels like he impaled you with all of him. “gods— sandor, please. . .”

“hold on— fuck.” he adjusts himself, cockhead throbbing within the puckered rim of your entrance. he peers down to where you’re connected, your pussy stretched like a wailing mouth to accommodate his bulbous tip.

your heels push impatiently against his lower back and he grunts, relying on every ounce of what little self-control he has to not pound you bloody. with a callused thumb, he manipulates your little cluster of nerves with circular motions and sharp flicks. you flutter around him and he feels your walls ease slightly, allowing him to sink a little deeper.

you mewl like a bitch in heat, hands roaming any part of him that you can reach. “i’ve missed you. . .”

“aye? which bit?” he quips, nipping at your neck as he submerges himself by the inch.

your loins burn as they spread for his intrusion, the sting of it increasing as he begins to bottom-out. “all of you.” you manage, slurred and wavering. he hums and lifts a hand to your moaning mouth. “spit for me, love.”

you do, the act of it a little filthy but not at all below you. he fists what remains unenveloped by you, twisting his wrist to coat himself. then with a thick finger he probes at your opening and you gasp, finally able to swallow the rest of him. when he bumps that gummy spot, familiar to both of you, the ache subsides and you melt together.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” he winces, as if pained by the way you cling to him.

“we’re not helped by your size.” you mumble clumsily, as if drunk.

“gonna take us a lot of fucking to fix it.” he tells you, commencing a slow pace. retracting only slightly, leaving most of his length within you, then gradually plunging back in.

you throw your arms around his neck, legs locked around his hips. “oh no. . .”

he smirks at your sarcasm. “might have to get you pregnant.”

you start to roll your hips in time with his, matching his gentle rhythm. “mhm, might be unavoidable.”

“gonna put a litter in here.” he massages your tummy where his cockhead bulges beneath the skin just below your belly button. “fill you with more of my pups. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you tug him down by his hair. “i’d want nothing more.” and lick your way into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue from when he’d devoured you some hours ago. with a particularly tender thrust, he drives himself against your cervix just right, drawing a delicate yelp from your mouth and straight into his.

i genuinely love love love the iconoclast path in rogue trader SO MUCH. its one of the things that ultimately enamors me to the warhammer franchise as a whole despite empathy being so antithetical to its world and genre. its not just because iconoclast is the Nice Person route or because it subverts the foundational principle that In The Grim Dark Universe There Is Only War............ but mostly i love it because its the best way to actually engage w the morality system presented in 40k and explore it the way it deserves to be explored. its so unique parsing through the choices of the game and navigating how one might actually ACHIEVE goodness through - or more accurately without - the lens of liberal modern morality. because adhering to what we presently would call morality is arguably crueler than some of the dogmatic choices - or at least the game wants you to reflect on that and decide if that kind of morality still has value or not. and i like that they give you the opportunity to do that. youre rarely rewarded for kindness in this game and in fact your oftentimes actively punished for it (void shadows was a TRIAL for my iconoclast rt) which presents another question: are you being good because of a reward you believe you'lll be entitled to, or are you being good for the sake of goodness itself??? in saying that i do LOVE how there IS payoff in the iconoclast route eventually - when youve bleed and suffered for it enough. but theres a quality to it thats so..... so BITTERSWEET, because yippee you Empathed your way to the top - but also what IS the top?? congratulations, you are the kindest autocrat in the most bloodthirsty fascist regime in human history, sitting on your throne on a voidship run by all your slaves and serfs who die by the hundreds every time you make a warpjump for some dumbass sidequest. what the fuck. can you actually call that goodness ????? is whatever goodness-adjacent thing youve achieved worth it even if you cant change the system in the ways that matter ??? lastly - the iconoclast ending is both so wildly universe-altering to the point of feeling like a heretical ending - but also kind of. not mattering really lol. because even though its hopeful, the "good" ending still feels soooo tentative with the likelihood that its very likely not going to last. but that in itself is my favorite take away from playing this game as The Last Good Guy in the Galaxy: because the love DIDNT change anything. and it DOESNT save anyone. but ohhhhhhhhh my fucking god does it absolutely matter that it was there.

im too old to be im too old to be keepin up with all of the kidsss

Im gonna lose my fucking shit