#<<copium

[anachronistic-falsehood]

WHERE IS QCELLBIT

[loveapologist]

He changed his mind.

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[dekusfreckles00]

BNHA ACTORS AU FOR COPIUM🔥🔥🔥🤭

sorry for my last post here’s my apology🥹 I cant wait to see izukus reaction animated i might not make it 😭

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[duckysprouts]

girlies when they realize they’re a bit like their father(s)

[oliversick]

"i wasn't in love with him" said confidently by someone who fucked the dirt where his dead body rests

[dabistits]

words from starpeace

[8-0mph]

The most amazing human Ive ever met.

[bananakeiky]

jean makes one (1) effort at trust (he has no idea what rizz means) and immediately regrets it

[theophagie]

I thought I was losing it but no, kh1 Sora's fast swimming animation really does change after you've been to Atlantica. It's a small detail, but also a cute and smart one 🥺

[alanide-arts]

it all comes flooding back

[anachronistic-falsehood]

sitting here waiting to see if pac is gonna log on again soon so he can talk to bagi or bad

[dinzeeyz]

How many more times can I draw these three before they finally come home, I'm desperate

[somie]

Morning practice

[tropiyas]

[squidpedia]

Clover Timeline! (+ personal adult Clover design for your troubles)

Also before anyone says it I’m well aware that last textbox refers to Chara’s tomb and not Clover’s but. Please let me have this.

[shotmrmiller]

i need simon to be the one neighbor with a generator when the light's been out for days and when you shakily ask him if he can let you at least charge your phone he just drags you into his home and tells you that you can stay if you pull your weight ie. feed him and wash his ripe work clothes.

sure. you don't know how to cook but he eats it like gordon ramsey made it, doesn't even leave crumbs on the table.

you mix colors with whites, dark with light, but luckily for you, all he wears is black. (not like it matters. if you stained a wife beater pink, he'd blame it on his girl mixing her red thready knickers in with his own clothes)

it works, you suppose, but then he tells you that yall are about to have company so make plenty of food. it's 3 others but they all eat like a family of four.

and this is where things take a turn. where he always left you alone before, his hands are on your shoulders. waist. hips. curling around your ankle, thumb digging into your foot beneath the table. the scottish one notices and tells you both to keep it PG. ye're in decent company, he grumbles.

he helps pick up the dishes once everyone's happy and full of whatever you threw in the oven. stands so close he's pining you against the sink, counter digging painfully into your skin.

"they like ya," he says. well yes, you rather noticed when they kept complimenting the science experiment you called dinner. you also noticed that they called you missus. or maybe you misheard. their accents are pretty thick.

after a nightcap, he sends them on their merry way. "the missus is tired. off with ya." so you hadn't misheard.

you aren't sure how one thing led to another. how you'd been aimlessly drying dishes with a rag to having his head between your thighs, tongue dragging between your folds, fingers pressed into you up to the knuckle.

what do you know is that where he bit your neck as you came still aches. he'd been talking filth that would have even a sailor apple cheeked as he used his spit slick thumb to rub your stiff pearl in tight little circles, feeling you felt your peak approaching at a speed that almost frightened you when he sunk his crooked teeth into the junction of your neck. hard.

enough to feel a bit of a stinging tearing of skin.

ouch. you'd ask if this is also a part of pulling your weight but he's doing it for you as he drags you toward his bedroom.