dont make me clumsily coronate you with my balls

Vegarblack, quoting her character Orcus (via insipid-drivel)

Calling it a night, thanks to everyone who joined in <3 Ill continue with this stream in the morning. 

Calling it a night, thanks to everyone who joined in <3 Ill continue with this stream in the morning. 

Im livestreaming this, no idea how far Ill get but whatever. Im on mic so you know&#8230;swearing and all that. But do come join me! &lt;3 

Im livestreaming this, no idea how far Ill get but whatever. Im on mic so you know…swearing and all that. But do come join me! <3 

fenrispenris asked:

bellybutton

insipid-drivel:

Only two things made Isabela’s jaw go slack.

The first was Hawke’s propensity for growing chest hair that matched Varric’s.

And the second was what she was staring at right then.

"What?" Merril asked, doe-eyed and confused as Isabela stared at her midsection. "Do I have… something on me?" she stuttered, staring down at herself in anticipation of spiders or some strange creature crawling on her.

"No, Kitten," Isabela replied as she stared at the most succulent, mouthwatering, outie bellybutton she had ever laid eyes on.

Without further question or answer, Isabela pinned Merril to the charts that littered her galley table. Merril let out a surprised peep that sounded something similar to a surprised guinea pig, but that soon gave way to a feline mewl as Isabela’s tongue circled the protruding bundle of flesh that poked from her bellybutton. “Oh, ‘Bela!” she gasped, tangling her fingers in the pirate queen’s hair. Isabela only smiled, and drew on Merril’s bellybutton with the same passion she would offer the world’s most succulent member, and the world’s ripest and reddest clitoris.

Because this whole time Ive been misreading fenrispenris  ‘s name

I love you guys so much right now. Every single one of you. If I could hug you all, I would. 

simonjadis asked:

bellybutton

insipid-drivel:

Sebastian threw back his head and doubled up on his back as the ice-cold whipped cream dribbled down his navel. “I-Isabela! What are you-?!”

"An old sailor’s trick I learned a while ago," Isabela replied with a wink. The container of whip cream slowly poured over his belly and pooled in the bellybutton so few ever saw anymore. The pirate queen then snatched up a container of strawberries, and began laying them in a rough mandala around the prince’s navel.

"But I haven’t washed! At least let me-"

"Oh no, princey," Isabela winked at him, licking a stray spatter of cream from her finger. "You have to let the flavors coalesce. I don’t just want to taste sugar. I want to taste you.” 

"But I’m bound to catch thrush from thi- oh!” Sebastian’s eyes rolled back in his head as Isabela’s tongue dipped into that little divet and swirled the taste of lint, sweat, and sweet cream about. Isabela’s eyes rolled back with the prince’s, and together, they both fell into a wild, diabetic, orgasmic bliss.

oh my fucking god. I TOLD YOU PEOPLE TO INBOX HER ‘BELLYBUTTON’ YOU WILL BE REWARDED