Kindly asking Vessel to bring the piano only version of Sugar back

Credits: @/jaymw93 on tiktok

I saw the colored keiki interaction!!! That’s so cute!!!!! So keiki uses different nonverbal sounds/ body language to calm someone above water, but what about another (little) mer?

He'd make the same sounds! Merfolk in Aurea are able to communicate as easily underwater as above due to their anatomy! They produce sounds that are similar to toothed whales and they don't release air while communicating (circulating the air between the lungs instead). Instead of vocal cords they have a special syrinx to produce the chirps and whistles!

So unlike a landdweller that likely doesn't understand the mer language, the mer certainly would. But mers are very alert and quick to flee/hide around large creatures (crucial for survival in that kind of environment). So Keiki would have to pull all of the soothing words and body language to calm them down (reaching out before calming is a big No-no!) and assure them that he's not going to harm them.

Success! They're still a little nervous tho.

„AHH I love it when tobias goes deep.“

- me, in the car listening to nocturnal me (what were you thinking about mh you naughty child😏??

Where the fuck are all the Alberu crossman lovers hiding???? I see practically nothing of the poor guy. I don't get it, he's so hot, he's so sexy, he's such an icon, and he can get it any day.

Alberu, I'm available 7 days out of 7, 24 hours out of 24, only for you. Hit me up. Slide in my dm's. Literally. Slide in my pants. I'm begging on my hands and knees, I'm so down bad for you.

Sexy, handsome, beautiful, pretty man. Ugh. Please. PLEASSSEEEEEEEEEEEE PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOPPPPPPP

U know Sabo’s def the type to break a condom aint no way theyre containing the monster he’s packing and Ace is like oh no i think the condom broke!! n Sabo just ploughs him harder cuz wow thats super hot and just busts a full nut inside Ace and hes not even sorry lol asshole ❤️

so far my only real twin peaks theory is i don't think diane is a real person i think coop just needed someone to talk to and he made her up

finally solomons song is added to the ot3 playlist ‘w’) !!!!

-. today i spoke to man who kept stupidly and uselessly repeating his nonsensical bullshit demands and takes and who refused to look at me or even pretend he was listening to me when i offered my objectively more eloquently phrased response and the next time i see this man i will eat him raw~

kuukou’s type of man on a shirt lmao

— not that ‘imagine your f/o’s voice’ post kicking my ass but.. i’ve been just. rotating some of 💀 lines and his intonations in my head for forever.. not even saying anything about his cute cute accent but. bits of out of breath half-laughter, the way his tone shifts whenever he’s dropping the camp act - colder intensity and soft spoken pleas alike, the way most of his lines and deliveries feel rehearsed beforehand In Universe (love me a man who’s playing the part every day of his life), the th

i love it when all the pieces fit together................

i wish i saved a copy of the mile-long ask i sent photomatt detailing exactly how it is likely that the systems and moderation team are still being transphobic despite potentially not being aware of it, including details of how the mere existence of trans people is often perceived as something sexual due to the very tight association between trans women and pornography, as well as detailing that the problem must exist if so many people are talking about it, and that the argument that "we have queer staff" has never been a valid defense against queerphobia accusations (re: they don't want to get fired for calling their boss a transphobe) in an attempt to give him the slightest benefit of the doubt that he was unaware of his and his office's more deeply rooted transphobia, only for him to go and continue to insist he isn't transphobic in a way that feels like being called a slur

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Watching fleabag the night before church is probably not the best idea since even without it I was having some unholy thoughts about a chorister last sunday

nnnng thinking about rafe’s wedding reception. 

the guests remain seated in the lavish upholstered dining chairs, trying to ignore the deafening tick of the clock as they wait in limbo. by now the mingling has mostly died down— pleasantries having already been exchanged at the beginning of the ceremony —and their food lays tauntingly in front of them, growing cold by the minute.

meanwhile, off in one of the vacant dressing rooms of the facility, you’re positioned at his feet. legs tucked politely beneath your knees as your hand pumps up and down with careful precision. 

you had to beg him not to tear the delicate lining of your dress when he cornered you, assuring him that was to come later with a lingering kiss to his pouty lips. his rebukes were sufficiently shut down as you reached for his belt, happy enough to take what was being offered to him on a pretty gilded platter. 

rafe’s gaze lingers on the heavy rock tailored perfectly to match your finger, a satisfied groan floating from his chest as the chic platinum presses into him. 

“yea, good girl," he breathily murmurs as your parted lips make room for his throbbing length, tongue swiping over the tip like a dog relishing in its meal. his lithe fingers threaded through your locks, urging you to get on with it.

“mrs. cameron."

you whimpered around him, a pang of heat spreading through your core at that. mrs. cameron, mrs. cameron. an efficacious reminder of who it was you belonged to— who it was that would fuck you tonight. 

“you like that? like being my pretty little wife. course you do, bet you’re fuckin’ drippin’” he huffed out a laugh as your hips shuffled, a pitiful attempt to create that delicious friction you so craved. “that's what I thought, could’ve had me al’eady baby, now you’ll take what I give you.” 

needless to say, when you finally stumble back into the dining room, rafe vocalises your lack of appetite with a smug grin. 

“someone’s already eaten.” 

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚