#; iM LIVIN

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

havent written character x character in a lonnnggg time but im so desperate for these two characters to end up together that im willing to do it

the characters are yanagi and kono from horimya btw

[kris-side]

ouuuu Sonic R soundtrack giving me life and painful nostalgia at work today

[rubyfunkey]

I'm with Anii! I craved for someone acknowledging Narinder's eventual love for mortality!! And I wholeheartedly believe it would take a toll on Lamb one day since they're slowly losing mortality, ironic isn't it?

i havent thought about that angle much but id like to think they could keep each other in check maybe. maybe.

[ajuunisu]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy 🐎

Had to show the eye on the left side yall

[dreamingticklee]

lil few second gif and video snippet of me getting got post photoshoot by the wonderfully rude @hypahticklish who likes to tell me to free myself from the bondage and take advantage of the fact that i can't cause she's still tickling me 🙈

[kittysquire]

Aira showing Hiiro some of his favourite live clips, and Hiiro pays attention… they are literally just my faves and i can’t help drawing them a lil bit everyday, please enjoy my brainrotting🫶

[kroovv]

I’m doing a little goal over on my ko-fi to get myself a new laptop so i can stream again! ✨any help is super appreciated

You can find my ko-fi here

I will also be opening coloured sketch bust commissions on my Patreon tonight for my £5+ tiers

[laswells-ashtray]

Does Nik do anything for John the day after he visits his mother's grave?

The day after visiting his mother's grave John knows he fucked up. The big flashing "you fucked up again, moron" sign presents itself in the form of his head leaning over the toilet as he vomits for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He can see a little blood which means he's been retching hard enough to tear the inside of his throat, again.

Nikolai is being far more gentle than he should be. Instead of treating John like the idiot who fucked up again he's treating him with care. He brought him a glass of water a while ago and John knows there's a plate of crackers with two painkillers next to it on his nightstand.

He spits out another mouthful of bile, leaning back and slumping against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall before the smell leaves him gagging. There are hands on him in an instant, one brushing the sweat-soaked hair from his face as the other wipes around his mouth with a damp cloth.

"Are you done?" Nikolai questions him quietly. He can't bring himself to look in the Russian's direction as he makes a vague noise of acknowledgement. He has no clue and he doesn't feel like moving to test it out.

He can't remember a lot from the previous night and trying only hurts his head more. He went to his mother's grave, he went to a bar and then he woke up and dragged himself into their bathroom to spare Nikolai from watching him vomit on the bedroom floor.

He hasn't been this hungover since he was in his twenties and that morning he woke up on Mac's bathroom floor next to a pool of his own vomit that the Scotsman had been forced to clean. He had never apologised for that incident and he still wouldn't, that was the captain's fault for offering to pay for shots.

The hand that moves his head to the right is far more careful than he deserves. "Do you want to talk about it?" Nikolai's face is deliberately blank and it almost frustrates John. He wants to see the other man lash out at him, call him a stupid wanker and leave him to his suffering. It's the least of what he deserves.

"No. I don't- I can't." John's father would've taken a belt to him for how shaky his voice is, for cutting himself off in the middle of s sentence like that. Nikolai just nods and trails his thumb across John's cheekbone.

He chooses to believe that the reason Nikolai eventually turns his head away is to avoid getting vomit all over their floor and not because he cares but because one is much easier to handle in his current state.

He also chooses to ignore the hand that rubs his back because he isn't sure he can handle crying while hungover as a grown man,

[izerkat]

@masonhasbean told me to post these cause hes insane for ghostknife

I doodled William for funsies and he goes "oh is that from the sewer ravioli episode?" and i havnt even listened to it yet

[ghostly-fulcrum]

Started this months ago but never too late, i made this joke on twitter already n decided to materialize it

[nympippi]

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[ms--lobotomy]

Couldn’t sleep so I tried to write some Curze smut. Loosely based off of this fic. Have fun.

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summary: Y’ALL FUCK

word count: 857

content warnings: female reader, i mean its pretty much just porn with a really big dude

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Before you knew it, you found yourself stark naked on the bed, clothes nothing but a memory. It was cold on the Nightfall, but you were close enough to his naked form that it wasn’t a problem. He held you down by your wrists, fingers threatening to tear into your flesh. You were limp on the bed, pliable, malleable. The lights were on. He wanted to see you under him, squealing and moaning, flesh tearing from flesh.

His mouth met yours, his rough tongue parted your lips. For a second you suppressed any noise you could have made, but a soft “mmh!” escaped you. He pulled away, a grin almost lighting up his pale complexion. His fervent breath met your face. Your cheeks were warm, you were looking away from him almost as though you were embarrassed. He took your jaw in his hand. It threatened to leave a bruise later.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Your eyes met his. You felt your chest rising and falling against him. He stared at you briefly, and you almost saw his expression soften as he went in to bite your lower lip. You almost squealed. His teeth were sharp in your flesh. As soon as you felt as though he would dig in too deep, he relented, if to bite lower on your neck. He’d trailed down to your collarbone, leaving bite marks and bruises. Just above your nipple, he bit you a little too hard.

“Aah! Konrad!” you cried. Even if you wanted to move your arms to run your fingers through his hair, his grip was far too tight on you.

He didn’t respond; instead, he ran his teeth along your nipple. He let go of one of your wrists to grab your other breast before letting it roam the contours of your small body. You planted your free hand at the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his hair.

With this free hand, he stuck a finger in you. You gasped. This was a man twice your size, he could rip you in half if he wanted to. The hand that held your wrist slid towards your throat. It hovered on it for a brief moment of silence between you two. His thin face seemed unbothered, almost mournful, but yours had been scrunched up in pleasure. You could feel his warm form hovering over you. Holding back for you.

“Please,” you said.

His hand was clasped around your neck now, engulfing it. You could feel the airflow getting tighter. His sharp nails cut the skin on your neck open. You used your free hand to cup his face, feeling the rough, scarred skin that decorated it. You ran your hand over a scar on the side of his face as your vision blurred. Here you were, being defiled by him, and you were treating him with such… care. Such reverence.

And he stuck another finger in you, stretching you even thinner. “Aah!” you cried with what little breath you had. Your body felt like jelly underneath him, it was starting to hurt in between your legs. You felt your eyes begin to close before he pulled his fingers out of you and he relented on your neck.

“Look at me,” he commanded again before your name was on his lips.

Your eyes squinted open to behold the demigod above you. His eyes were pitch black, his skin paler than anything you had seen. His frame was thin for his size, but he was well built. It was like you were taking him in for the first time again.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said.

He paused for a second, almost as if taken aback. He was fearsome, he was terrifying, he was anything but gorgeous. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before your hand slid to his chest.

“I really mean it.”

He wiped off his wet fingers as if he were ignoring you and he grabbed your legs, spreading them apart on him. You winced, not normally being this flexible. That was all before he entered you, hard and fast. You couldn’t even try to contain your squeals of pleasure and pain.

“Konrad!” you cried, barely comprehensibly.

And still he rammed into you, your legs kept apart by his tight grip. You cried out his name again. You needed him. You could feel his nails digging into your legs, drawing blood. Just when it was about to become unbearable, he stuck two fingers in your mouth to muffle you. Your hands were splayed beside your face, there was nothing to hold them there.

And before the two of you knew it, he thrust just a few more times in you before he stayed there, buried in you. His fingers left your mouth. You stared up at him with wide eyes. A bruise was beginning to form around your chin.

“Finished?” you asked.

He gave a curt nod before sliding out of you. Your legs closed, and he pressed a button to turn the lights out. You reached out to him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

[vampyregrrrl]

cute shorts😼😚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[wyrmwright]

midnight snack, late-night call

[tomatoscribbles]

... so what if i told you that chrys gets not one, but TWO canon love interests? cause im a clown 😭

it wasnt until after the events of the campaign that they began staying in contact (from chrys wanting to help ed with saving other shadaloo victims), but their "info swaps" more or less turn to just meeting up for "no reason." truthfully they are not good for each other and dont work out but thats the fun part :P

[kitkatpancakestack]

Spoke too soon y'all had to listen to my roommate try to justify her dislike of rap music on some manufactured moral high ground free me from these chains