#ruining me

[sleepyscully]

You ever think about how in “Pusher” Mulder is able to withstand Modell’s manipulation much longer when it comes to pulling the trigger on Scully than when it was about himself?

You ever think about how that’s probably because he thinks values her life so much more than his own?

[dovewingkinnie]

canon fnaf is SICK IN THE HEAD thats all i'll say

[princelybunny]

Me: I won't draw Zeus for the third day in a row

Zeus, crashing into my brain:

Me: DAMN IT

[a-gay-bloodmage]

WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by the delightful @fiberpunk027! Thank you so much!

Not tagging anyone directly because Wednesday is damn near over, but, if anyone sees this and wants to do it, please! Go for it!

Here's an excerpt from one of my upcoming NeveRook fics! This started out as little more than a lengthy vent session, but it's evolved into, yet again, a multi-chapter, partial DATV quest rewrite. Ah, as is the nature of things...

Putting under a Keep Reading link due to some NSFW content!

“You must be…” Omri interrupted himself by nipping at the base of her neck. “Terribly uncomfortable in those wet trousers, investigatore.” 

“Same to you, Trouble.” 

He shifted, giving her a small kiss on the cheek before sitting up. “Permit me to be a gentleman,” he said, reaching down to cup her jaw in his sturdy, rough hands. 

“If you insist,” she said, not protesting in the slightest. She nodded to her prosthetic. “Wanna try your hand at it?” 

There was a soft flush that sprung up on his cheeks and his ears. “I can assure that I will do so with the utmost delicacy.” 

Her heart fluttered. “I know.” 

Slowly and carefully, he pushed up the base of her trousers, exposing the layer of cotton. It took him only a singular pass of the delicate bronze to find the release switches that kept the decorative top in place. Despite having large, masculine hands, they were incredibly nimble in their movements, and his blunt, well-maintained nails teased at the switches until they unclipped one by one. The serpentine head of her prosthetic came off, loosening the outer liner. 

She let out a shaking breath. By Andraste, she thought. He is so… 

“I am not doing anything incorrectly, am I?” He asked, looking up at her with a slight worry on his face. 

“Maker, no,” she said. “But let me just…” She forced her leg to lay out flat. 

Omri let his intuition guide him as he slowly rolled down the outer liner until it rested loosely around where her mid-shin used to be. He allowed her to shift her leg to a forty-five degree angle, and he carefully placed his palm beneath her thigh as he guided her out of the bronze leg. He set it down on the floor beside the cot. 

It was, without a doubt, the most tender and attractive thing anyone had ever done to her. She felt dizzy as he pulled off her boot and set it down next to her leg. Soon came her trousers, her sock, and the inner liner until she was left naked from the waist down on the cot.

[vie-is-punk]

I fear this man is ruining me for anyone else..

[skrimply]

if i wrote poetry about you rn i cant tell if it would be happy or sad

[seirxi]

Me trying to sus out my mutuals to add little doodles and gifts to their orders by looking at what characters were purchased