work in progress wednesday

Mike rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, if we ever start this shit. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“You’re lucky Eddie’s not in charge tonight,” Chrissy told him. “Or you’d be rolling with a disadvantage immediately.”

“Still might.”

“What? Will! No!”

“The Aotrom Continent is mysterious, Yseult Cresthouse,” Will said to Mike airily, “and there are many pitfalls in the vast, unforgiving lands of the Emperor. For that is where you find yourselves this dark, rainy afternoon, fellow travelers. You’re on the edge of the Continent, in fact, in a little settlement on the path to Watchling Keep, the seat of the Earl of Lístost. Lístost is the last hold of the Emperor, before it tips into the Howling Sea and, beyond, a string of archipelagos that form the first reaches of the Southern Warlord’s lands. But, now, our story is here, in the backroom of a small inn, where an even smaller goblin sits alone, damp and drinking from an almost comically large stein of beer. Yseult, if you would describe yourself.”

“Yseult is a small, green skinned female goblin, a bounty hunter and rogue,” began Mike. “She’s got big purple eyes, long dark hair tied up in a knot with like a sick undercut and a ton of earrings on her left ear, mixed metals, copper, iron, gold, you name it, she’s probably got one. She’s got a dark cloak wrapped around her, damp like you said, and you can tell she’s not very strong but she’s tough and crafty. And you can’t see any weapons on her but she’s got them.”

“She’s not been in this backroom by herself for long,” Will narrated to the table, “maybe twenty minutes, thirty, tops. Meanwhile, the main room of the inn, beyond this room, is bustling with life. The innkeeper’s daughter is moving too and fro, bringing food and drink to weary travelers. There are four people of note in this particular room: a man and a woman are in the corner closest to the door, furthest from the roaring fire, heads bent in conversation — Heard Brontide, and Sanngriðr of the Western Sea.” He gestured to Steve and Chrissy but didn’t ask them to describe themselves yet. “In front of the fire sits a woman in a very fine cloak, Beru, the Left Hand of the Duke of An Diona, and performing for the room at large is the Bard Narrow.” A quick, light melody sounded from Eddie’s side of the table. He’d produced an honest to god lute from somewhere — because of course his throwaway introduction of himself earlier was actually story accurate and came with a fucking prop — and was playing it with a shiteatting grin

capitalism is really truly the death of everything

the definition of bf coded

Urban fantasy idea: mushrooms shaped like traffic cones. They tend to sprout from the road around damaged spots, like sinkholes and illegal portals.

guys are we seeing this… the romance of it all

Divorce quartets dynamic is fucking funny this season. Scott and Martyn decided to move in with each other and steal Cleo's brand of being Mean Girls. Pearl passive aggressively asking Martyn if he has Tilly and Martyn going "oh yeah I cremated her :)" and throwing gunpowder on the floor. Martyn telling BigB not to trust Pearl because if "the moon is high, you might die". Cleo gaslighting Pearl into being her ally and then when Cleo asks for books Pearl straight up lies and starts punching BigB so he won't tell her. Cleo and Martyn having the world's most awkward conversation and Cleo going "you and Scott are... sort of survivery". Pearl standing on a tree and staring at Scott instead of walking up to him like a normal person. Scott spending an entire episode making his and Martyn's house look cute and designing their shared storage system to only suit him and leaving Martyn to cope. Cleo doing their very best to ignore them all and juggling Scar and Bdubs forcing her to adopt them, allying with the entire server and the Bad Boys turning their base into bread and killing them whilst Pearl is like thirty blocks away and blatantly not helping. Most divorced polycule EVER. I am studying their relationship under a microscope.

9:12am

yunho x big tiddy reader thoughts making me go insane actually

"are you awake?" your eyes flutter open at your boyfriend's deep voice behind you. you nod, throat dry from a good night's sleep, and he wraps a hand around you to pull you closer. "good. i need you."

you can only utter a small "hm?" before you feel his hand snake under your sleep shirt onto your chest. you can feel him lightly grind himself into you too, getting needier by the second.

"you're so soft baby," he groans, burying his face into the back of your neck. he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb, tweaking until its impossibly hard under his touch. he makes his way to the other one, slowly but surely working you up next to him. his soft pants and groans are muffled by your skin, but he needs more.

you place a hand around his and pull him on top of you, shifting to wrap both legs around his hips. he takes the opportunity to dive face first into your chest, desperately leaving hickies all over. none of them were high enough to show when you put a proper shirt on; they were for his eyes alone. he licks a few playful circles around your nipples before you whine and yank him up to your own lips. he only giggles, exploring your mouth while his hands stay firmly planted on both breasts.

he pulls away a few breathless seconds later, admiring how you spill out of hands as big as his, plush skin contouring to every squeeze and pinch he gives you, small whines escaping every time he brushes over a nipple or particularly dark bruise. it takes everything in him not to cum at the sight alone.

Baby, lets go get lost

thought this would be appropriate for the season where they reach the end

going to a meeting. will i survive

I have to die. No. You can change things. I can't. Even the tiniest change -- the ramifications could be catastrophic, could spread carnage and chaos across the universe like ripples on a pond.

SUCCESSION | CONNOR'S WEDDING (4.03)

I recently found out that cats can stretch to 3 times their body length because they're so flexible and all I can see is a thug beating up a member of the batfamily and then feeling an ominous sensation at his back. He stops and turns around a little scared to find himself eyeline level to a stomach. He slowly starts craning his head up, up, up and looks up at the shadow darkened face of the tallest slenderman (wait weren't those supposed fake?!) he's ever seen.

The 12 foot tall man asks in the nicest but scariest voice the thug has ever heard, "what. are. you. doing."

The thug decides the best thing to do would be to not answer but it's not like he could anyway even if he wanted to because even sounds are willing to hide in his throat. The last thing he sees before his vision blacks out is a slender hand with bright blue fingerstripes reaching down.

At this point the batkids are just as scared as the thug because holy shit they've only heard rumors not seen it in action!

"...Dick?"

Dick just shrinks down to normal size and helps them up.

"How did you do that?!"

"Do what? oh. I just disconnected my shoulder blades. C'mon, let's go back and get you all patched up."

"You.....what?"

what if we kissed under the shibuya dunmeshi billboard…

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