Im not that kind of orc

[peanutsundae]

"A trail of blood forms a line of red string between their broken lips."

Book!Lyonel was around the same age as Dunk. I found that very interesting indeed. Inspired by snarwor "my black eye casts no shadow": https://archiveofourown.org/works/80328811

[vincentbriggs]

My machine sewn shirt tutorial is FINALLY FINISHED! Written tutorial on the blog, video tutorial on youtube. Both probably more detailed than necessary.

I'll post more shirt pictures later, right now I need to go work on other stuff to give my brain a rest from all the shirts.

[vincentbriggs]

I've already had several people tell me they've made shirts based on this and that the instructions were easy to follow, which is very exciting to hear!!

[vincentbriggs]

Happy 1 year anniversary to the most time & labour intensive tutorial I've ever made! (It's my longest video, and the written version is split between 4 blog posts, so it was a huge amount of work.)

I have no way of knowing how many shirts it's caused to exist, but it seems to be quite a few! I've gotten a lot of nice comments from people saying they made shirts and found it very easy to follow, as well as a number of people saying it helped solve problems they'd had on previous shirt attempts.

I haven't made any new shirts this year, so I ought to do some soon.

[vincentbriggs]

Yayyy more shirts! more shirts are still happening!

[vykodlak]

Obviously I love the bf to pieces but sleeping can truly be some trials and tribulations sometimes because he's the type of person who moves in his sleep + is difficult to wake up and this manifests in various random dangers to my person

[vykodlak]

Can't believe I forgot these two classics

[dead-philosophy]

@the-bishops-cardinal said Areshkar has a "small ass waist perfect for grabbing" so here we are

is your rat misbehaving? pick him up, he can't do shit about it

[dead-philosophy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

On the 'civilized' world of Ctenophora, the forces of the World Eaters and 76th Lacus Hellwalkers battle against a vile slaver empire that wields the power of genetic manipulation against its victimized masses. To the primarch Angron and General Areshkar Ulver Sarkal, this war feels personal, pushing both men to confront the ghosts of their respective pasts. When the otherwise smooth campaign rapidly falls apart and leaves both commanders cut off from their forces, they must rely on each other to brave not only Ctenophora's cruel lands, but their own broken minds as well.

[dead-philosophy]

NOW WITH SOUNDTRACK which will be continuously updated

[dead-philosophy]

CHAPTER 3 OUT NOW GO GO GO

[supertaliart]

GUESS WHOS BACK AT TEMP WORK!

Time for Post-it Apothecary Diaries!

[aioniopyr]

death's call

[sillybro]

SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL

[violet-hady]

Reblog to tell the person you reblogged it from that they are really cool.

[swollenmuscles]

[polarspaz]

I enjoy your Plagas!Leon art, I love the small detail. I was wondering if you already made a fanfic about that or not? Just curious!

WHY ACTUALLY YES THERE IS!

La Plaga De Caparazon by @quasar-crew

I ADORE THIS FIC AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! So please go give it a read! I promise you, you won't regret it!

[soosmain]

Despite Sanguinius' foresight, his visions weren't specific on which Horus he would be meeting. The borrowed cloak and pelt masked the scent, too.

Dont think about it too hard, its cute.

[satekakap]

What having two balding inducing medias to mf - Guilliman in Hades style!

[arachnidseyes]

Get angry, Baby!

★ Diana Prince x Reader ★ +18 ★ Dividers ★

Diana was always so patient and loving. It was only natural that you wanted to see how far that kindness extended when pushed. For scientific purposes, obviously.

Only problem is that she’s the most understanding, level-headed girlfriend in the world and that makes getting her genuinely angry at you for any brattyness pretty hard.

You started simple, whining and making a fuss when she tried to get out of bed. At least, more than usual. Your efforts were only met with a kiss on the forehead and Diana scooping you up in her arms while telling you her plans for that day; a ceremony here, peace talks between warring alien nations there, the usual.

You tried being disagreeable, you really did but it usually went like;

“These eggs are overcooked.”

“Have some of mine while I make more, My love.”

or

“You're leaving so early because you hate me.”

"I love you more than anything and I'm leaving early because I have a meeting at the embassy. I will see you later today, beloved."

She left you with a kiss and a chipper attitude when she should’ve been showing you some damn manners.

Later in the day, after brainstorming, you decide to try again. You dial the number that goes right to Diana's JL earpiece, the number you were supposed to call only in case of emergencies.

“My love? Are you alright?”

“No, I'm lonely. Are you busy?”

You hear her puff out a breath, “My dear, My heart, My everything, this line is supposed to be for emergencies. You worried me.”

The guilt creeps in, even when you're objectively in the wrong, she’s so frustratingly kind about it.

“…Sorry. I won’t do this again but.. I just missed you.”

“It’s alright, little one. I miss you as well. Perhaps we should go out tonight before the intergalactic summit?”

A light bulb flickers in your mind.

“Yes! We should, that's such a good-”

You stop yourself, remembering you were supposed to be bratty. “Sure, I'll let you take me out, I guess."

Diana gives a devastatingly charming laugh and starts shooting off places you could go, all while carrying the plane she was in the middle of rescuing when you called.

You both ended up going on a shopping spree through some of your favourite local stores. You made her pay for everything and carry all your bags, both of which she seemed delighted to do for you. You were running out of time and ideas and patience, honestly.

“What about this?”

You hold up a very short skirt and Diana’s eyes widen a little at the overt skimpiness of it.

“You would look lovely in it, as you always do”

You raise an eyebrow,

“You’re not worried about creeps staring at your girlfriend?”

She raises her own eyebrow, shifting her wrist a little so you can see the bracelets she always wears under her blouse.

“No. You should never let that worry you, My love.”

Right. Obviously. You sigh, placing it back on the rack in defeat.

You’re quiet on the way home up until she has to leave for her summit. Frustrated, needy and feeling bad for being bitchy all day, you chalk your experiment up as a complete failure. Diana's patience seemed infinite...

Until she comes home, flying through the open sliding door of your balcony with the most prominent scowl you've ever seen on her face. You could almost see the steam shooting form her ears as she paces around the living room in her hero outfit.

“The ambassadors. They say I am aggressive! They say I will be no good in peace talks."

You sit up in your shared bed. This is your chance. While you'd like to chew out some alien dick for saying that to your girlfriend, this might be your best chance.

“Well, you can be scary sometimes.“

She turns her angry gaze towards you and you almost shiver at the intense look.

“I am not."

She says resolutely, and you can't help but clench your thighs together. You cross your arms, shifting up a little on the bed.

“I don't know, D. You seem pretty aggressive right now.”

You can see her try to relax her shoulders, the muscles flexing as she does. You can see the conflict in her eyes as she sighs,

“I'm sorry if I scared you, my-"

“Diana, no! C'mon."

You interrupt her with a groan, not able to keep the frustration down anymore. All she gives you is a confused face and you scoff.

“Why can't you get upset with me! I've been a bitch to you all day!"

Her eyebrows immediately scrunch in anger,

“Do not call yourself that word, you know it angers me."

You counter, without really thinking,

“Does it anger you enough to fuck me?"

Now she's just surprised and confused while you're just embarrassed. She lets out a huff and sits next to you on the bed, taking off her boots and outer armour. She crosses her legs and pulls you onto her lap.

“Please be straight forward with your desires, My love. You know I don't understand this world's customs sometimes. What is it that you want?"

Her hand traces comforting circles on your back and you nervously pick at your fingernails.

“I wanted to make you…frustrated so you'd be rough with me. I like it when you're gentle but I just want to know what it's like when you're not."

She nods in understanding,

“You want to make me angry and then take out my anger on you."

“Next time, speak your desires plainly, silly girl."

You bite your lip and nod, avoiding her eyes. She hums in amusement and lifts you up a little to casually slip your shorts off in one motion.

She traces her hand all the way up your legs, thighs, hips and waist. You shiver at the touch.

“I wasn't sure if you'd like the idea. You're always so gentle."

You let her hand slip under your shirt and easily pull the article over your shoulders.

“Whatever my love wants, she gets."

She stands and tosses you onto the bed which is already maybe the roughest thing she's ever done to you. You laugh at the sudden movement.

“What if I want to call myself a bitch?"

She gives you a look of warning, while getting her strap harness out from the box under the bed.

“Be careful. Even if you want it rough, we will have to prep you well for this."

Then she plops the biggest dildo you have on the bed and slips behind you. She keeps you facing forward, separating your legs with her own leaving you very exposed.

“Silly girl, you thought I would lose my temper with you? The one I love most?"

You gasp as the pads of her fingers ever so slightly graze your clit and delve between your lips, just getting a feel for how ready you are for her. You've been needy all day, working yourself up with your own imagination so it hasn't taken much for you to be embarrassingly wet. You grind your hips up as much as the position allows and Diana hums in amusement,

“You are a greedy little thing."

Your instinct is to shake your head at her accusation but the unconvincing rebuttal is interrupted by her sliding two fingers into you. You moan at the fullness, head tipping back against her chest.

“See? Two fingers in and already begging for more."

She starts pumping her fingers in a slow precise motion, sending waves of pleasure through you. You push through the haze in your mind to mumble back

“You can just call me a whore, Diana."

The second those words are uttered she takes her hand away from you completely, leaving you gasping and clenching around nothing. You whine and try to pull her hand back but obviously you can't so you beg instead.

“I'm sorry, I won't say that again. I'm sorry."

She slowly brings her hand back, slipping her digits in with a wet squelch as she picks up the pace. You gaze up at her, seeing the love in her eyes as she gets you closer and closer to your release. You reach up clumsily for a kiss and, as always, she gives it to you.

Her pace increases, palm grazing your clit, long fingers pumping your walls. She separates to mumble against your lips,

“You do have a mouth on you, my love. A beautiful yet disobedient mouth. The next time you want me to be cruel just use your words."

But then she pulls her hand away from your heat completely. You’re so shocked you can only yell,

“Diana?!" and she laughs at your horrified expression.

You whine and grind but all she does is circle your clit lightly, far too lightly to actually save the build up of pleasure from dropping.

You're wrecked already. She's never done that before. Teasing? Sure. Making you beg for it? Sure. But she's never just taken away an orgasm like that, she's always too much of a giver.

She coos at your whining, kissing your shoulder, probably leaving lipstick traces on your skin.

“Hush now, this is what you wanted, remember?"

“Don't worry my love, I'll give you the relief you seek." She slides her fingers back inside you once more, pumping in and out, thrusting you back into that blissed out headspace. "Eventually.“

It felt like hours (It was barely twenty minutes) of that torture. Diana bringing you right to the edge and then forced to fall back down with no release. Your cheeks were wet and hot, your moans were heavy as you struggle helplessly in the Amazon's gentle hold.

“On Themyscira great feats of endurance are awarded. Do you think you've earned an award?”

You look towards the dildo sitting just out of reach and nod frantically, clenching at the thought of how deep she could fuck you with it. Diana chuffs.

“Of course you do. Even though you are crying like a baby?"

You let a little whine leave you and nod up at her again, giving her those big sad eyes she could never say no to. She smiles down at you and it disarms you immediately. You smile back, melting into her chest, waiting for your prize from your always giving lover.

But it never comes.

She denies you yet again and the betrayal is harsh. You’re her heart, her everything, she'd never make you cry on purpose but she is and she's enjoying it!

You can feel her breathy laugh, her smile on your shoulder as you sniff and hiccup.

“D, please." You struggle hopelessly in her arms and she looks down at you with the most patronizing look you’ve ever seen on her.

You realise then that at this rate you'll be too fucked out to even take her strap, and she must know that which means she pulled the strap out just to torture you with the idea of being fucked with it only to rip it away each time she denies you. The realisation has you letting out another sad sob.

“I thought this is what you wanted, beloved? Some cruelty? Some punishment?”

You shake your head, hot tears streaking down your face as another almost orgasm dies down into a dull, needing ache.

“I wanna cum.”

She starts that sensual pace all over again and you actually think she might let you cum this time…before she leans down, lips grazing your ear, devious smile clear in her words,

She gently wipes your wet cheek. You lean into the touch, trying to keep eye contact with her. She kisses your cheek so gently and you shiver as the pads of her fingers test your sensitive cunt before dipping past the entrance once more.

“I think you can endure a little more.”

haha, I bet you thought you were gonna cum ;p

[sunandflame]

Throne of the Beast

You should’ve known better than to sit on a dragon’s mouth.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (receiving)

Word Count: 1000~

Pairing: Kaido x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

a/n: I just wanted to write a scene where she holds onto his horns—just imagine, the reader is as tall as he is…

You don’t remember how it started—only that now, your thighs are trembling and your knuckles are white where they grip his horns. His horns, solid and curved like handles crafted by the gods, anchoring you as he devours you like a dying man clinging to salvation.

Kaido lies beneath you, massive and half-naked, the dark tattoos on his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes through your slick heat. His hands—those scarred, brutal hands—are gripping your ass, spreading you wider, pulling you down harder against his face with possessive, growling greed.

“Don’t run,” he rasps against you, voice muffled and thick with hunger. “You wanted this.”

His tongue works in slow, deliberate circles, then flicks up with precision, making your entire spine jolt. You gasp, your hips stuttering as he growls, low and pleased, sucking your clit into his mouth like it’s the only thing worth tasting.

You try to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip tightens.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, voice gravel and heat, “you’re stayin’ right here.”

He grinds you down against his face, dragging your folds along his tongue like he’s memorizing every inch of you—every taste, every tremble. One thick hand slips around to press at your lower back, keeping you steady as the other spreads your cheek, his thumb sinking in just enough to make you moan out loud.

“Fuck—Kaido—”

His eyes flick up at you. Wild. Wanting. Dark with something primal that borders on reverence. You’ve never seen a man look at you like that—with his mouth full of you and his entire world narrowed down to the way your body shakes on top of him.

“You gonna come on my face.” he mutters, lips slick, beard damp. “Hold on to me. Don’t fucking stop now.”

And you don’t. You grind. You rut. You ride his mouth like it’s a throne built for your pleasure—and he’s the beast that guards it.

When you finally cry out, legs shaking, hips bucking, he doesn’t let go. Not until he’s licked up every drop. Not until you collapse forward, breathless and ruined, and he exhales beneath you like you were the thing that tamed him.

Then, softly, with his voice thick and dangerous:

“Next time, you’re not walking for days.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before Kaido moves.

One hand wraps around your waist, the other cups the back of your thigh, and with a growl, he lifts you like you weigh nothing—flips you over, lays you flat on your stomach across the bed, hips arched, ass up. The room spins for half a second, your heart still pounding from the orgasm he dragged out of you, and then—

“Don’t even think about running now,” he rumbles behind you, voice dark, wrecked, and hungry.

You hear the soft metallic clink of his belt coming undone. The drag of fabric. Then the weight of him kneeling behind you, hot skin against your thighs as his rough palm slides up your back—slow, possessive—before he grabs your hair, pulling your head back just enough to hear you gasp.

“I make you come with my mouth,” he growls against your ear, voice ragged. “Now I fuck you like you’re mine.”

And then—he pushes in.

Thick. Heavy. Stretching you open inch by devastating inch until you can’t do anything but moan his name. One of his massive hands grips your hip so tightly you’ll feel it for days. The other plants itself beside your head as he starts thrusting, slow at first, like he wants to savor how tight you are around him, how wet you still are from riding his face.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s what happens when you sit on a dragon’s mouth, girl.”

You whimper something—yes, please, fuck—but it’s incoherent beneath the sound of skin meeting skin, the bed creaking under his strength, the deep, guttural sounds he makes every time he bottoms out inside you. Then his hand comes down—smack—against your ass, just hard enough to sting, to make your muscles tighten around him.

He snarls. “Tighten on me again and I’ll come just like that.”

You cry out. He leans forward, massive chest blanketing your back, the heat of his breath on your neck.

“You want it rough?” he hisses. “You want me to ruin you?”

You nod, panting. “Yes—Kaido, please—”

He pulls out almost entirely—then slams back in so deep you see stars.

“Then take it,” he growls. “Take every fucking inch.”

You’re already trembling beneath him, your cheek pressed into the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets. Kaido’s hips slam into you with punishing rhythm, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down his spine as his body coils tighter, like a storm about to break.

He’s cursing under his breath now—low, growled filth between gritted teeth. One hand grips your hip so hard it bruises. The other slides under your belly, fingers rubbing your clit in rough, perfect circles that leave you gasping his name like a prayer.

“F-fuck—Kaido—”

“Come for me again,” he snarls, voice cracked and dangerous. “Come so I can feel it—so I can finish inside you like I should’ve the first time.”

You do—cry out, shaking around him, tightening like a fist—and that’s it. That’s all it takes.

With a roar, he slams deep and stays there, cock buried to the hilt as his body locks over yours. His spine arches. His muscles seize. And then— He comes inside you, deep and hot, growling like a beast that’s claimed what’s his.

“Fuck—take it,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Take all of it. You’re mine, you hear me?”

You whimper, too wrecked to speak, and he doesn’t stop. He grinds into you slowly, deliberately, riding out every pulse of his release, making sure you feel every thick spurt as it floods your core.

He lowers over you then, heavy and overwhelming, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck. His beard scrapes your skin. His breath is fire on your ear.

“I’ll kill for you,” he whispers, barely there. “Burn down the whole damn city if they touch you. Build you a world with my hands if you just stay.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

Because he already knows—you’re not going anywhere.

And neither is he.

Taglist: @thatanonymouschocolate @sagyunaro @celestedangelica @cryptip0wer-blog @nin-dy-tro

[viking-goat-420]

😥😥😥😥😥😥🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😳😳😳😳 I can't even right now omg

[joyfuldawn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’ve been infected with the Kaidou brainrot and I’m obsessed with the way his brain works, so I wrote a fic about it. he sucks lol

[sunandflame]

Throne of the Beast

You should’ve known better than to sit on a dragon’s mouth.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (receiving)

Word Count: 1000~

Pairing: Kaido x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

a/n: I just wanted to write a scene where she holds onto his horns—just imagine, the reader is as tall as he is…

You don’t remember how it started—only that now, your thighs are trembling and your knuckles are white where they grip his horns. His horns, solid and curved like handles crafted by the gods, anchoring you as he devours you like a dying man clinging to salvation.

Kaido lies beneath you, massive and half-naked, the dark tattoos on his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes through your slick heat. His hands—those scarred, brutal hands—are gripping your ass, spreading you wider, pulling you down harder against his face with possessive, growling greed.

“Don’t run,” he rasps against you, voice muffled and thick with hunger. “You wanted this.”

His tongue works in slow, deliberate circles, then flicks up with precision, making your entire spine jolt. You gasp, your hips stuttering as he growls, low and pleased, sucking your clit into his mouth like it’s the only thing worth tasting.

You try to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip tightens.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, voice gravel and heat, “you’re stayin’ right here.”

He grinds you down against his face, dragging your folds along his tongue like he’s memorizing every inch of you—every taste, every tremble. One thick hand slips around to press at your lower back, keeping you steady as the other spreads your cheek, his thumb sinking in just enough to make you moan out loud.

“Fuck—Kaido—”

His eyes flick up at you. Wild. Wanting. Dark with something primal that borders on reverence. You’ve never seen a man look at you like that—with his mouth full of you and his entire world narrowed down to the way your body shakes on top of him.

“You gonna come on my face.” he mutters, lips slick, beard damp. “Hold on to me. Don’t fucking stop now.”

And you don’t. You grind. You rut. You ride his mouth like it’s a throne built for your pleasure—and he’s the beast that guards it.

When you finally cry out, legs shaking, hips bucking, he doesn’t let go. Not until he’s licked up every drop. Not until you collapse forward, breathless and ruined, and he exhales beneath you like you were the thing that tamed him.

Then, softly, with his voice thick and dangerous:

“Next time, you’re not walking for days.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before Kaido moves.

One hand wraps around your waist, the other cups the back of your thigh, and with a growl, he lifts you like you weigh nothing—flips you over, lays you flat on your stomach across the bed, hips arched, ass up. The room spins for half a second, your heart still pounding from the orgasm he dragged out of you, and then—

“Don’t even think about running now,” he rumbles behind you, voice dark, wrecked, and hungry.

You hear the soft metallic clink of his belt coming undone. The drag of fabric. Then the weight of him kneeling behind you, hot skin against your thighs as his rough palm slides up your back—slow, possessive—before he grabs your hair, pulling your head back just enough to hear you gasp.

“I make you come with my mouth,” he growls against your ear, voice ragged. “Now I fuck you like you’re mine.”

And then—he pushes in.

Thick. Heavy. Stretching you open inch by devastating inch until you can’t do anything but moan his name. One of his massive hands grips your hip so tightly you’ll feel it for days. The other plants itself beside your head as he starts thrusting, slow at first, like he wants to savor how tight you are around him, how wet you still are from riding his face.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s what happens when you sit on a dragon’s mouth, girl.”

You whimper something—yes, please, fuck—but it’s incoherent beneath the sound of skin meeting skin, the bed creaking under his strength, the deep, guttural sounds he makes every time he bottoms out inside you. Then his hand comes down—smack—against your ass, just hard enough to sting, to make your muscles tighten around him.

He snarls. “Tighten on me again and I’ll come just like that.”

You cry out. He leans forward, massive chest blanketing your back, the heat of his breath on your neck.

“You want it rough?” he hisses. “You want me to ruin you?”

You nod, panting. “Yes—Kaido, please—”

He pulls out almost entirely—then slams back in so deep you see stars.

“Then take it,” he growls. “Take every fucking inch.”

You’re already trembling beneath him, your cheek pressed into the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets. Kaido’s hips slam into you with punishing rhythm, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down his spine as his body coils tighter, like a storm about to break.

He’s cursing under his breath now—low, growled filth between gritted teeth. One hand grips your hip so hard it bruises. The other slides under your belly, fingers rubbing your clit in rough, perfect circles that leave you gasping his name like a prayer.

“F-fuck—Kaido—”

“Come for me again,” he snarls, voice cracked and dangerous. “Come so I can feel it—so I can finish inside you like I should’ve the first time.”

You do—cry out, shaking around him, tightening like a fist—and that’s it. That’s all it takes.

With a roar, he slams deep and stays there, cock buried to the hilt as his body locks over yours. His spine arches. His muscles seize. And then— He comes inside you, deep and hot, growling like a beast that’s claimed what’s his.

“Fuck—take it,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Take all of it. You’re mine, you hear me?”

You whimper, too wrecked to speak, and he doesn’t stop. He grinds into you slowly, deliberately, riding out every pulse of his release, making sure you feel every thick spurt as it floods your core.

He lowers over you then, heavy and overwhelming, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck. His beard scrapes your skin. His breath is fire on your ear.

“I’ll kill for you,” he whispers, barely there. “Burn down the whole damn city if they touch you. Build you a world with my hands if you just stay.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

Because he already knows—you’re not going anywhere.

And neither is he.

Taglist: @thatanonymouschocolate @sagyunaro @celestedangelica @cryptip0wer-blog @nin-dy-tro

[cheekyposelenets]

Oh I completely forgot to post him here, so for those who follows me only here let me present you my first bjd (done in May)!!! He's not perfect ofc, the painting step was a struggle, but sculpting and figuring out how joints work was actually pretty easy and I enjoyed it a lot! For those who interested: I used air dry clay Premier, one package was more than enough (I did another doll after and still have some clay left). Time-wise it took around two weeks to make him.