goofy thing for ides of march eve

Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

[Image description: A digital drawing of Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks. The drawing is cut-off around her waist, and is shifted more to the right. It depicts her staring off to the side, mouth open and lips blue. A red substance, either lipstick or blood, is trailing upwards from her mouth. Her skin is discoloured, and her hair is an amalgamation of different styles she's worn, namely her prom hair, everyday hair, and hair from Fire Walk With Me. She's wearing the black dress from the Red Room, but it has her angel's sleeves. Rope is tied around her body, along with a gold ring that has a green middle. It glows slightly. Angel wings grow out of her back, their perspective wrong. One of her hands is up, holding her heart necklace. The hand skin rolls up like a plastic glove, and the necklace floats upward, shining. The background is blue and purple warped shapes, with two drawings of her hands from a side view, one held up vertical and the other horizontal. These drawings are repeated, but slightly lower and lighter.]

they've all gone away

@hymns-across-the-stars -- continued from here!

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Atreus was no stranger to being lost in a foreign realm, with little - if any - means of getting his bearings regarding just where exactly he was. It was something he was accustomed to, really, especially given how far he had traveled and how many sights he had seen in his journeys through the Nine Realms and beyond. It usually didn't take him long to adjust to a new situation, to learn how to navigate both geography and conversations with any local peoples that lived there. But the place he found himself in now was unlike anything he had ever seen in his entire life. In every direction that the Jotunn looked and traversed, Atreus was surrounded by a sprawling labyrinth of ancient, worn metal; expertly constructed, yet weathered from wind and time. Even beneath the plant life that seemed to grow from almost every single surface of the complex, he could tell that the architecture and craftsmanship was utterly alien to him. Not to mention, given just how far the tunnels and shafts that made up its depths went, no civilization he knew of could've made such a massive complex. And yet, there was no sign of any people living here...

...well, except for the creatures that called this maze home.

Many were just as alien as the labyrinth itself, though they held similarities to other creatures Atreus had seen before; multi-colored lizards the size of dogs, roving packs of spiders, enormous armored centipedes, and too many other little things to list off. He swore he saw a glimpse of what looked like some sort of enormous bird-like creature soaring above, but given the huge towers that reached up to the heavens and obscured the sky almost totally, it disappeared just as quickly as he'd spotted it. Survival wasn't too difficult, which was largely due to the relative abundance of both safe food and drinking water; but as the sun eventually began to approach the distant horizon, he knew he'd have to find shelter for the night. There was no telling what sort of nasty critters would come out in the dark, after all - but the abrupt noise of some distant commotion snapped Atreus out of his thoughts of finding a place to hunker down. Atreus paused and listened; normally, he'd avoid it entirely as it'd usually just be a scuffle between some big lizards, but there were no snapping jaws, guttural snarls, teeth digging into skin and flesh. What he could hear insisted solely of ghastly shrieks and what he could only describe as small explosions. Logic dictated that he should ignore it and keep looking for shelter while he still had daylight - but something about it urged him to go, to look. And look he would. It'd taken him a while given how long and winding the passages of the labyrinth's underbelly were, but eventually he'd crawl out of a vent overlooking a small ledge to spot the source of the once-distant battle. There were two creatures that were of immediate interest to Atreus; one was a huge, gaunt and avian-looking creature, much like the one he had spotted a glimpse of earlier in the day. Its hostile gaze was locked upon the other individual; a small red-furred creature resembling some strange cross between a mollusk and a cat. And, based on the way they not only held their body posture but also wielded a spear, Atreus immediately guessed that the little thing was not only intelligent, but also exhausted from a previous fight. He didn't hesitate to notch an arrow into the string of his bow, draw, and then send it flying straight at the tusked face of the bird-beast. In that moment, Atreus learned two things; the first was that the skull-like face of the "bird" was not a face but rather a mask. Through a stroke of luck, the arrow had hit at just the right angle to dislodge it from the creature's true face, sending it clattering to the overgrowth below. The second was that this also happened to piss it off. Severely.

He didn't wait for its response - already he had leapt from the ledge to the ground below, landing into a roll to minimize potential injury from the impact, before he jumped back to his feet and began to run like Hel to the closest semblance of safety. Which, coincidentally, happened to be in the general direction of the red-furred spear wielder. "GO!" He had no idea if they could understand him or if they could even speak, but he hoped that at the very least, the urgency and volume of his voice would spook the creature into fleeing as well. "RUN! RUN! I HAVE ITS ATTENTION!" He knew that because he could literally hear it coming after him with those huge beating wings. All he could really do was hope that he was faster than it was.

Did you listen to Jonny’s newest project Of That Colossal Wreak?

auu no but iv been meaning to 😔😔 that & the new tmagp, but i struggle sm with getting into something new when im so preoccupied with my current fixations.. wdym this isnt the same content iv already heard 10000 times.. scary..

dropping this lil doodle of neets wearing a hearing aid ( cochlear implant!) i got enabled shhh so i guess au within au???????

yes they purposely removing their aid not to listen to chen (and have mental wall up so chen cant even lecture via thoughts) while ortega on the other hand would talk AND sign with neets furiously-

themmys there to eat popcorn JKHDSGFHJSDJGH

Roachie… I came to tell you….

I didn’t forget about Henry x Eddie <3

Me neither <3

cropped lol HAPPY NEW YEARRR !!!!!!

me: people are way too vain we really need to stop putting so much stock into our appearances it's not that serious

also me: cuts my hair too short and feels PHYSICALLY ILL over it

sometimes you gotta put a man in his superiors shadows outfit and thats how its gonna be

goro rocks it tho

my dudes i just had another idea for a ScarVio comic art thing thats also just fanservicey to me in particular... but it involves me drawing two more ideas i had before so now i Have to draw it all to fruition helpp. just when i thought the brainrot receded..

Herbie masked up for breakfast✌️🧡

[Image description: A traditional drawing of Wayne McCullough and Del Luccetti from the show Wayne. The piece uses oil pastels, bold colours, and depicts the pair in a bathroom. Del is laying in the bathtub, leaning on the side of it with her hand raised above her face. She's smiling contently, and her eyes are closed. Meanwhile, Wayne is sitting next to the tub. He's hunched slightly, and his hands are clasped together. Though he's looking at her, his gaze is spaced out and his face neutral. While certain details of the background, like the toilet or soap dispenser, are in focus, the wall is scrawled in aimlessly.]

Miss them everyday <3

Niche history ramble(also boy king mention at the end ofc) //

I was reading abt Maximillian I today, the second Habsburg emperor, bcs ive prev read about his father who I think is very interesting. But omg somehow this guy is even more interesting, but in a completely different way(I like his father Frederick III bcs I think his life is very funny ooc, but Maximilian I is genuinely really cool!) Also it's surprising to me that it took me this long to read about him, considering I very vividly remember seeing his portrait in a museum in Vienna. It's weird looking at it being used as the display pic for his wiki page bcs im like ...I've seen that in real life omg....

He's referred to as "The Last Knight"(as well as being nicknamed "Heart of Steel") And god I love now having random knowledge, cause I'm reading this like "ha, how very Don Quixote of him" and then the very next line in the biography was like, historians question whether he genuinely was like a knight or if he was a Don Quixotic figure 😭😭 glad to see I was on mark. Anyways, I wonder if Cervantes knew abt this, like I wonder if him being popularized as the last knight was a widely known thing back then. It's funny how Don Quixote was written at the end of the 16th century, but even back in the beginning of the century, being a knight was still kinda an outdated thing. I like how the two views on Maximillian I are either that he was the Last Knight or the first Rennaisance prince who had Machiavellian ideals. It fits into my weird obsession w those two works(The Prince and Don Quixote)

Anyways that being said. Boy King au Fernando is def like this, except he has literally nothing to back it up djfkkglg. Like at least Maximilian I was actually out there being insane. Fernando just sits in his cozy reading room, fantasizing while reading The Prince, and commissioning suits of armor as decoration(thats what he says. The real purpose is to dress up in them so he can feel cool.) I think this is honestly a reason he goes along with the marriage. He begrudgingly finds Seb's family history to be very cool and interesting, and he isn't opposed to being around it 🤭 Well, begrudgingly isn't the right word. He's very earnestly obsessed with it, but he can never tell Seb that bcs Seb will literally never let it go.

Seb just finds him staring up at paintings of Seb's ancestors, and Fernando, tears in eyes, hand on his heart, proclaims "I'll continue your legacy!!!" Seb is both mocking him like "he's not even your relative" but also has tears in his eyes like omg he's my family 🥺 he's accepted being my family 🥹

Octonauts Week Day 4!(Late😔)✨✨

TRANS TOMINNOW LETS GOOO!!!

I love the lil lass with all me heart💙💙

Oh Ho Ho what is the vegimal reflection theory u ask? :3 (if someone’s said this before pls let me know too!)

All the vegimals are like inverted versions of the main octonauts, I know the numbers don’t add up so some may double. This is based on character and highly around the A Very Vegimal Christmas episode. It is hinted at through Gup choice and which ones visit in the rooms looking for the crew, n how they are in the episode. I could go way into detail maybe after octo-week, but Tominnow is the complement of Kwazii:

Kwazii is braver, daring, more confident, stands out, sure of himself, more loud I guess too

Tominnow is smaller, quieter, more clumsy and more gentle

It has been hinted that Kwazii could be trans by meomi, and I think it is a common theory in our lovely community. This further supports because if Tominnow is an opposite, Kwazii being ftm and Tominnow being mtf makes sense👍

All vegimals that we know of are referred to as he, having only one she (that we know for sure) doesn’t rly make sense ig if all vegimals are the same just varying veggies and animal combos(the books).

I hc Tominnow prefers Kwazii too, I think they would totally be pirate buds and he would teach her the swashbuckling ways >:3 Also had a lil hc that Tominnow liked the Gup B so much Tweak designed a special (much smaller) version based on a Dwarf Lantern Shark :3

The meeting...

Question: What do you do?

Response: Stay. I'm not five.

Check notes for previous instalment

Well, that was patronising. 'I'm staying, thanks. I'm not five.'

You point Hakim to a chair because Deema won't. 'Get settled, I'm gonna make tea.'

Over the sounds of the water boiling you hear Deema shutting down Hakim's attempts at small talk. Which you should have expected, really.

You arrange the teapot and cups on the tray faster than you should to get between them quicker.

'Tea's here,' you say to a round of silence. You set the tray between them and place Hakim's pastry on it. Neither he nor Deema pay it any mind.

'You have an impressive collection of tools,' Hakim tells Deema. 'It's been some years since I've seen some of these - I don't think I've ever seen a few at all.'

She stays silent.

'Which of these did you use to detect the cold front?'

'I don't need to tell you that,' she says shortly.

'The tea's getting cold,' you chip in unhelpfully.

Deema cradles her mug but makes no move to drink. Hakim takes a slow sip while he thinks of what to say next.

'The sigil you designed was beautifully crafted. Where did you learn?'

Deema finally softens a bit. 'I taught myself. Sigils were a favourite to experiment with.'

'And I'm sure your apprentice is learning plenty from you.'

'Yep,' you say into your mug.

Any goodwill he earned is lost immediately when he says his next words. 'Your apprentice could benefit from moving around and doing jobs with other witches.'

Before Deema can reply you cut in. 'I plan on picking up everything I can while you're all in town but I'm not following anyone out.'

'You've overstayed your welcome,' Deema says. She turns away.

You meet Hakim's confused eyes and point to the door with a shrug. He follows you outside. After you close the door behind you, you say, 'She's had a lot of apprentices leave her before and we get along great so... asking me to leave isn't... well, neither of us appreciate it.'

'Understood. You won't hear it from me again.' He sounds understandably upset, you think.

You watch him walk down the front yard and swing the gate closed behind him before you go back inside.

'That went -'

'About as well as I expected,' Deema says.

'He tried more than you,' you point out.

'He did,' she admits. She reluctantly adds, 'Thank you for the sample.'

'Hey, whenever.'