#perhaps another day

[fruitysticker]

you stoners won the poll by a landslide

stupid sauce doesn’t have the same je ne sais quoi as passing a blunt in the alley behind your shitty job

[fairycourts]

thinking about the cultural/behavioral difference between someone who has feathery wings and someone who has leathery wings...

as someone with feathery wings, like angels or pegasi or bird hybrids, you have the habit of preening your wings. combing through your feathers with your fingers, straightening them until you are satisfied. you have done the same for others you are close to as a show of trust and affection. so it is only natural after getting to know and trust him that you try to preen his wings, regardless of his lack of feathers.

for someone with leathery wings, like demons or dragons, his wings are strong but also vulnerable. his kind know to not touch each others' wings, or it may be seen as a sign of aggression. nobody has gotten close enough to touch his wings in ages. so when you settle on the bed behind him, he thinks nothing of your movements, until something warm and light strokes over the membrane of his wings. a shudder runs through him before he can stop it, then he freezes. every one of his muscles lock up as he battles the instinct to shake off your touch—he doesn't want to hurt you.

you notice his stillness and immediately pull back. apologies and explanations start to spill past your lips, but he stops them quickly by reaching back and taking hold of your hand as soon as he pieces together that you had no intention of harming him at all. he guides your hand to his wings again, shuddering as your warmth presses against him. "go... slow. please," he says, voice quiet and strangled.

so you start to explore his wings. there's nothing for you to preen, but by habit, you explore one section at a time, gently stroking and marveling at the different feel of his wings under your hands. you're methodical and careful, tracing the strong bones that give his wings their beautiful shape.

he's so still beneath your touch, every bit of him working to prevent shudders from running through his body, stopping himself from leaning into your warmth, from betraying how good this feels. but your hands stray to the part where his wings fuse into his back, moving from scales and leathery membrane to skin, and oh. he never knew he was this sensitive here. you start to knead into the tight muscles that support his wings, and he can't stop the low groan that escapes him.

you freeze. he freezes.

then he stands, because if he spends one more moment with your hands on him, he won't be able to hold back from touching you himself. "thank you," he murmurs, unable to look in your direction. he strides from the room, hot and frustrated and reeling from your touch. he needs to go cool his head, or he'll never be able to look you in the eyes again.

he can't help but wonder how you would react if he returned the favor.

[ketzluvsdinos]

doodl of @savirskuck ‘s humanformers Starscream bcus she’s so so pretty and I think abt her like once a week

[marchmarchmarch]

webby and dewey totally should’ve been swapped here.

imo dewey takes after della way more than he does donald. they’re both bold and impulsive, and also both into piloting. the split sword of swanstantine is a good episode to show just how much blind confidence dewey has compared to webby. very similar to his mom in that they believe they can do things without actually analyzing the possible consequences.

now i don’t actually have much linking webby and donald, but i think it’s pretty notable that they both seem to be the fighters. we don’t see huey, dewey, or louie much in combat. compared to webby, who extensively shows off how capable she is. same goes for donald, we see him raging and taking down enemies not infrequently. not to say della can’t fight, but we just don’t typically see it. and obviously we don’t see gladstone or fethry do uhhmmm much of anything.

anyways, just made me a bit mad. felt a bit lazy and like they just paired donald to dewey because blue and paired della to webby because girl. if anyone has anything else to add, feel free :b

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

The Unwitting Narrator (pt 2 of a metafiction story I'll probably never write)

Part one can be found here

In which the Narrator has finally found the main character.

Flora slammed the door behind her.

"Who is Flora?" she said. After everything she had done, everything she had gone through, who even was she anymore? "No, really, who is Flora?"

But the answer to that question-

"Am I supposed to be Flora?"

She just interrupted the narrative. How did she do that? She's not supposed to be able to do that.

The girl squinted at a vague spot on the ceiling. "Hello? Are you calling me Flora? Because if so, you've got it all wrong."

Is she… Is she talking to me?

"Yes, I'm talking to you."

But she can't do that– you can't do that. That's not how this works!

"My name is Evangeline. Not Flora."

But I said your name is Flora. That's not the sort of thing I'm wrong about. I may have been wrong about what role Clara played, but I was never wrong about her name.

"Clara?"

Yes. I believe she's the evil queen.

"Her name isn't Clara."

It is. Everyone else was calling her so.

Flora's gaze was one of disbelief.

"I told you, my name is Evangeline."

[tenderfxck]

hello!!! i really like ur sub characters they make me giggle ngl cause like awww <3 if it’s okay can I request a Zhongli x reader where during the night he lets his half dragon form out while he rests, so he has his horns and tail out but still looks human (I think that is his morax form) however the reader doesn’t know about him being a dragon so one night as he has his form out, she is having a wet dream and poor Li’ has to grit his teeth and try not to whimper and buck his hips up as she grinds and humps his tail :(( poor baby is getting all the stimulation but not enough at this same time :(( Eventually he’ll come and twitch while slapping a hand over his mouth to stop his whining as his beloved continues to grind all over his tail, rubbing its most sensitive parts and he just has to endure the overstimulation. (Have a good day!)

zhongli//restless night//f!reader//18+

contents: half dragon! zhongli, f!reader, somno, accidental voyerism, shit anon you got me good T T

notes: AAAAAH i'm so late, sorry this took forever, there was a whole lot going on in my life but i’m still so happy you sent this spicy prompt to me, it was so much fun to write💕

it was a time of rest. a time when he allowed himself to relax just enough that he wouldn’t have to keep up the appearance of a human anymore.

the long amber horns were allowed to sprout from his temples, while his long tail resembling that color of oudh wood was permitted to spread itself across the fine sheets that wangshu inn provided.

and yet, now you have spread yourself across him. . .

this certainly wasn’t the plan, but can anything ever go accordingly when it comes to you?

zhongli wasn't expecting to be in such a vulnerable position with you. he was typically vigilant about hiding his dragon-like form, dismissing himself from your company to his own room for the night before unwinding.

but tonight, wangshu inn was fully booked except for one solitary room.

with only one bed.

you fussed about the arrangement, but zhongli merely chuckled, assuring you that as long as you were comfortable, he did not mind the prospect of sharing.

so the two of you shared this bed together. zhongli had thought absolutely nothing of it. he'll just retain his human form all night.

well, that was the plan, until he felt your weight dip the other side of the mattress, settling so comfortably against his form as you quickly dozed off. he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume, feel the soft cotton of your nightgown against him. it was just so. . .cozy. warm and safe

soon enough, zhongli could feel his human form slipping, sprouting those more dragon-like traits without him noticing.

well. . .then he'll just wake up before your pretty eyes even think to flutter open. zhongli will change back and you'll never be the wiser to this altered state he finds himself in now.

yes, a fine plan.

(and one that would let him indulge in the warmth and comfort of you as he dozed off)

but of course, that's when you saw fit to strike upon him.

it is had all started so innocently. just you clinging to him, snuggled up so cutely even as he faced away from you. you had been positioned against him, cradling his back as you spooned his resting form. his great tail was in between those soft thighs, but zhongli had decent enough self-control to ignore it.

that’s when he first felt the thrust of your hips.

he was on the cusp of waking and asleep until the sudden motion enticed him away from the edge.

he thought nothing much of it. just the shifting of your body to a more comfortable position. he was settling in to his pillow once again when he felt the rock of hips against his tail again.

a gasp was caught in his throat, unsure if what happened wasn't just an active imagination on his part. zhongli held his breath, waiting to see if it was just a trick of his mind.

and then there it was again. a long, drawn out stroke of your hips. and this time, the heavenly sigh of your voice to accompany it.

zhongli grit his teeth, listening intently for any sign that you had awoken, but all that graced his ears was your soft snores accompanied by tiny little whimpers escaping you.

unknowingly, in a fit of passion only clear to you in whatever blissful dream your sleeping form had conjured up, you were nonetheless grinding upon zhongli’s ridged tail in what was now becoming a slow, yet steady pace.

“a-ah~ excuse me,” he stuttered, barely able to process the scene enfolding behind him. he stumbled over his words, desperately searching for any way to wake you up without mortifying the two of you. “you seem to be-aah!” zhongli couldn’t contain that little outburst. he gasped at the steady friction you provided.

zhongli couldn’t believe the circumstances. he turned his head, chancing a look back upon your peaceful form.

sure enough you were still soundly asleep, unaware of the lewd situation playing out before you.

it didn’t help that his tail was overly sensitive to stimuli (something left over from more primordial days) and especially that of your wet cunt catching on each prominent bump along his long tail.

“a-ah, wait, that’s. . . nngh!” zhongli tried to protest. he knew the implications this would have if you were to wake up and discover more than just the illicit situation you found yourselves in.

but zhongli had desired you for so long. thought about just what noises you would make in circumstances like this long before he found himself here tonight. and now it was all coming true. right in his ear.

and right against him. . .

fuck. your needy pussy humping his sensitive tail was just too much. the worst part is he could feel just exactly how wet you had gotten using him to get yourself off. he grasps at the waistband of his pants, dragging them down and letting his already weeping cock spring forth from the cotton confines.

it’d shame him to admit just how quickly this little routine had him stiff and aching in his pants. but his self restraint had already eroded to much.

if you were enjoying yourself, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself as well?

zhongli took his cock in hand and began to slowly stroke, focusing on the distinct feeling of you moving against him. he bit his tongue, willing any moans to die on his lips before he dares disturbs your slumber.

it continued like that for archons knows how long. the thrust of your hips, followed by zhongli silencing his moans and fisting his cock quicker, all while enduring all those sweet little whimpers escaping you as you chased your own pleasure on his tail.

it was too much. too much stimulation, too many little sounds. the slick of your cunt against him, the wet noise of him fucking his own fist, the knowledge that you were so close, using him to get yourself off while that pretty little head dreamt about all sorts of perverse things.

too much. too much. he’s gonna-!

he comes with a particularly deep grind of your twitching pussy gliding against his now glistening scales. he clasped a trembling hand over his mouth, willing himself quieter as dragon fangs catch against his palm, feeling himself finally come undone. he basks in the sensation of you humping so diligently against his most vulnerable area as he spills his thick load all over himself.

he panted, tremors still finding their way through his body as he lay spent, thighs and stomach covered in his seed.

he gasped, moaning and twitching in the aftermath.

yet you still continued.

fuck. fuck. archons, you weren’t stopping-!

you kept on grinding onto his newly overstimmed tail, letting out those sweet little whimpers, chasing that high while zhongli has to sit and bear this whole lewd scene as he writhed and panted against you.

this was going to be a long night. . .

[deathtodickens]

[autobotmedic]

{ i have stared at that meme but ive been FORBIDDEN to reblog it bc ratch has quote “enough bad dreams without any help thank you very much” unquote