#//just lmk if i need to change it

[strawberista]

⚅— @fangedstories asked: —⚅ ⚅— "Sanae." The smarmy voice of Shibuya's Composer drawled as he materialized with legs crossed on a stool "Would you do me a favor and re-upgrade my phone? I seem to be getting spam calls from Shinjuku's UG. Do so, and I might actually pay for that House Blend I ordered two weeks ago. With interest." —⚅

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice behind him. It had been such a long time since he'd gotten to be anywhere near Joshua, and they had both been working so hard to stay away from each other where possible. He had thought, for a moment, that Joshua just hadn't been able to handle it anymore, and he had come running back to his father again.

But when Hanekoma turned around, he found himself looking at a different soul. This wasn't his Composer, but one from another universe altogether. And it was so rare to see Joshua's counterparts out and about like that. Composer's usually stayed in their own homes to keep up with their cities, but this one... Didn't even seem aware that he was talking to the wrong person. Maybe he'd come in here by mistake and hadn't even notice that he'd wandered. It seemed unlikely, but then... Well, he'd met all sorts when it came to his Composer's mirrors.

But he grinned and propped his hand on his hip and gazed down his nose at the visiting Composer, "Oh yeah? You sound like quite the headache, not that I'm too surprised. I might be willing to do some work on your horn, boss, but you're not exactly in Kansas anymore. Or didn't ya notice?"

[theribbonmarkedroom]

Post-Beyond the Spider-Verse comic I gave up on 🚶🏾‍♀️(for context, Miles is asking why Gwen didn’t tell him he wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man)

[ibblescribbles]

TRASH 🚮 Speedpaint | Alt under cut:

[implied-divinity]

im feeling sappy tonight. shoutout to the baby tboys begging to be forcemasced. one day you will become the man you want to be. within the kink its wonderful when another man grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you headfirst in. its wonderful to share in the joy he felt when he started. in reality know youre afraid. it takes guts to let yourself be who you want. dont take your feelings lightly and let yourself explore. you are not alone but its also up to you. take care. much love.

[puppyeared]

updated xin ref

[toxintouch]

Absinthe & Sugar:

"They" pronouns used for MC, Unspecified background, no gendered language or descriptors used. WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive content/non-explicit smut (very little description used). MC is specified to be the receiving partner (penetration) for a round. Exact relationship dynamic is left heavily to interpretation but I'd say skip if you are sensitive to toxicity. ✦Read on Ao3.

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms, Vere said.

The sex isn't quite the way they intended.  Leander is eager, desperate and overly affectionate.  It rattles them, incongruent with the playboy image of a man they thought they were inviting into their bed; the casual escapade they were inclined towards doesn’t seem to be what they received.

They try to exert control—they do exert control, though it feels like a hollow facsimile at best.  He accommodates their whims, accepts and welcomes their harsh treatment even as they dig their cursed nails into his flesh, press bites against his lips when he seeks their kiss.  His eyes never seem to leave theirs, even as they parry and avoid every intimate gesture he offers them.  Their first fuck is rough—a relief—absolution and damnation in equal measure.

They’re high on adrenaline for the second, nerves singing as he sears worshipful kisses against their golden fissures, laces their fingers together with his, murmurs nonsense.

They lose count of the rest.  Their mind is lost in the heat and the sweat, the green haze they wish they could blame on liquor.  It’s a dream—feeling someone so completely, without any of their usual visceral fear.  But it’s a nightmare.  The way they tip their head back to hold back their tears and end up showing their throat, the way they swallow his whispered promises.

Leander doesn’t behave decently.  Doesn’t escort himself out afterwards.  He spends all night crowding them in bed, arms encircling them, his heavy weight trapping them against his chest.  They shove at him, weak and ineffectual, exhausted from the night's activities.  While their eyes droop, fluttering closed against their will, his stare is vibrant, an affectionate smile upon his still-wet lips.  As they drift off they feel the press of his mouth against their temple.  They tell themselves they hate it, lips too numbed with impending sleep to protest aloud.

They mean to rebuke him when they wake.  Deride his terrible etiquette as a one night stand.  Tell him he smothered them with his body heat and hogged the blanket, contradictions be damned.  They spend a long moment internally repeating what they’ll say—studying his sleeping face, the stress he carries during waking hours so obvious now that they see him not bearing the burden.  The moment slips away when he opens his eyes, words momentarily caught in their throat as they admire the color of them, as they listen to his easy pillow talk.  The curve of his smile, the crinkle of his eyes at their stilted responses.  His warm embrace.

He holds them all night only to get on his knees for them in the morning.

The pleasure is so intense, they feel like they’re about to lose their own mind.

They dig their nails into his back when he fucks them, snapping his hips in a rhythm that steals their breath away.  They hold him with the same fervor he held them.  (As if that might be the tipping point—their last ditch effort—they’ve scared away anyone they’ve ever wanted just by wanting—)

And he says it; into their ear: “I love you.”  And his voice is wrecked but he still manages to make it sound like a prison sentence.  “I love you.  I have you, I have you, you can—”

They score a punishing red line down his scarred bicep with one cursed hand, gripping his hair with the other to wrench him away, to make him look them in the face.  He groans low in his chest, eyelashes fluttering—a true masochist—but his gaze meets their own with intent.  He pauses, pulses inside of them but doesn’t come.

“Maybe I have you.”  They spit viciously, though they don’t think they do.

He’s immune to their poisonous tone like he’s immune to their curse.

But they’re weak to whatever he is.  To his soft retaliation.

They try to tug their hands away from his reaching grasp, but he doesn’t even acknowledge their resistance.  He laces his fingers with theirs, saccharine sweet, pressing the backs of their palms into the mattress.

“I’m glad,” he says tenderly.  Affectionate like he has the right, like he’s anything more or less than the worst decision they’ve ever made.  “I want to be yours.”

His absinthe green eyes seem to peer right through them.  

“And you're mine, too…aren't you…?”

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms.

They wonder at the fact that they listened to Vere, believed him wholeheartedly, and still did this.

[the-king-of-lemons]

Headcanon i've had for a while now about how minecraft hack clients could work, similar to the headcanons about how in game chat would work.

Just sort of an explanation with some examples, obviously some hacks are pretty hard to translate into a physical thing, but i tried my best. :)

Full text can also be found under read more.

"Hack Clients" are illegal modifications of a player's attire (i.e. player skin) in order to give them an unfair advantage. The visibility of a "Hack Client" modification depends on the server a player is on. On servers such as 2b2t, these modifications are obviously visible while on stricter servers, such as Hypixel, hackers will try to be more subtle, often hiding modifications underneath clothing.

Eyewear: Modified for use of visual hacks (i.e. x-ray. fullbright, esp, etc.), the easiest to hide from moderators.

Footwear: Modified for use of hacks such as Anti-Knockback, High-jump, and other similar hacks.

Mechanical Braces: Used to allow players to move with otherwise impossible reaction times, most often used for PVP. Completely illegal on most servers, players will attempt to hide them underneath clothing but often fail.

Leg brace: Used for b-hopping.

Arm brace: Used for kill-aura and aimbot.

[roboraindrop]

Hey plus size or underweight self shippers? Your f/os don't see your weight as a flaw. They love you for all that you are, and that includes everything. Yes, human beings are very flawed. Yes, your f/os do love your flaws as well! But, your weight is not a flaw. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. 💕

[lemonofthevalley]

alice dyer amiright

[ID: a digital drawing of the character alice dyer. she has a peachy skintone, with a ginger mullet and grey-green eyes. alice has side burns, as well as some arm hair and partial facial hair that are all a darker brownish red than the rest of her hair. she is wearing a white tshirt under a beige sweatervest that has white markings in a diagonal pattern, blue jeans, tall white socks, and beige sneakers. alice has a locket and a chain necklace on, and the jewellery is a dingy silver color. she has a small gauge piercing in her ear, as well as a very small skeleton earring. she is lounging backwards, one arm crossed over her stomach and one leg up as if propped up on something. on the hand that is visible in frame, alice has two rings on, and red nail polish. the other arm hangs down and out of the frame. in the background, there is a yellow circle behind her head, similar to a halo. the background is a grey-green similar to alice's eye color, with added blues and greens. the colors are arranged in a spiral around alice, and the centerpoint is alice herself. the colors of the background become more muddled the closer to the centerpoint, and more distinct the further from the centerpoint. /end ID]

[theprincessandthepie]

ned stark's daughter will speak for them.

[strawberista]

⚅— Starter for @kizamiawakening —⚅

[PRODUCER] - Post NEO Verse

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma stretched as he looked out over the city from the roof of one of the buildings and watched the people milling about below him. It was a beautiful day and the city was full of beautiful music. He had a lot of work to do that day, painting up some new art and perhaps writing out some reports. Today he wouldn't be spending most of it inside Wildkat, but that was how it usually went anyway. He was finally back into the swing of his regular life, where he was too busy with his angel duties to worry with travel or meeting new people.

But it seemed the day had something else in store for him, as he suddenly became aware of a presence on the roof with him. His eyes cast to the side as he watched the form come out onto the wide space, and he contemplated just jumping off the side and ditching. But there was a turbulence following that form that he was interested in. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to spend a little time today just standing and chatting with someone he perhaps wouldn't normally get the chance to. He turned around and tucked his hand in his pocket, letting his lazy grin pull up along his lips.

"Hey there," he called, leaning back against the fence around the roof. "Fancy meetin' someone else all the way up here."

[reduxable]

Posting these before i forgetttt

[guckies]

Baghera and Cellbit’s lore was so cool!!! It also gave them a really cool way for them to come back with off screen lore/characters building that makes sense to their characters too. Like they were the two out of bolas that were actively losing themselves the most. So now they’re clinging to last thing they really know which is Bolas and purgatory.

The fact that they’ve been manipulated and lost hope to the point where they just will follow orders to feel something has actually given us a complex villain arc for the smp which is something we needed from the islanders!! Because they’ll still be on edge when they get back to the island, this sort of paranoia doesn’t go away in a day.

[watzuu-lmk]

Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine⛅

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

So sad you didn't like the dadsy moment. I thought for sure you would go crazy.

As far as I know David Breen wrote this episode and he's not new. Don't quote me, but I think the writing team is the same

Actually went back and edited my post twice earlier cause I had a buddy mention the mixing studios change and then I also was able to process more lol y’all must have the first version my B o7 I can’t believe my hcs have become canon