#☀️too silly

[badlydrawnweedshipping]

I genuinely don’t know if he understood what I meant. hope he did.

[sunflawyer]

MAYOOO YOU ARE ONE OF THE NICEST PPL ON THIS WEBSITE!!!! Ilysm I hope you’re having a good day!!! 🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖💖

NICCKKKKK THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭💖💖💝💝💕💗🎀💖💖

you're also one of the nicest and kindest!!!! 🥹🫶 love you!!! somuch!!!💖💖💖 hope you have the most wonderful and joyful day too!!! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

a little doodle of abby and delilah admiring a clover... 🍀🍀

[loveydoveylex]

I need to draw me and captain laserhawk rayman ASAP 💖✨

[crimsonsunrise]

thinking about making keito and kuro lunches even tho i’m an Okay cook just because i want them to know i love them and i will pretend to not notice when they never finish their food only bc im happy they tried it to begin with

[lelandmylove]

What being the only survivor of the Sawyer house incident does to a gal.

NOOOO CINDY DONT DO IT THE GHOST OF YOUR FRIENDS WILL ALWAYS STOP YOU ANYWAYS WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING❗️❗️❗️❗️

(It’s not her friends stopping her it’s just her imagination)

(This is not her first time trying to kill herself)

SURVIVED AU I MADE WITH CINDY WHERE SHES THE ONLY ONE THAT SURVIVED AND NOW HAS TO LIVE HER COLLEGE LIFE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED BECAUSE I LIKE MAKING HER GO THROUGH IT😋

[voldkat]

homosex

— 🔪♣️

thanks siffrin

[patorucho]

32?

And So We Fall - The Stupendium

[honeynclove]

This is gonna sound like a very weird question but I'm REALLY curious

What's the most problematic|toxic|overall strange ship? It could be problematic for a number of reasons, anything from having Rook in it to having a transfem character in the relationship (because somehow that erases gay rep??? Even when the canon character actively avoids talking to people too, it still counts)

Anything goes, I just wanna know your most controversial pairing

interesting question!!! Unfortunately I don’t think I have any like… super controversial ships?? Idk I definitely have some people would find weird as hell (cough fellow x ace’s brother x leona COUGH) but nothing problematic per say

I do know some ppl strongly dislike self insert and/or ocxcanon stuff on specific corners of the internet that aren’t tumblr so maybe id get killed on spot for the fifty million oc x canon ships I have and also myself x Jade bc it’s canon ☹️☹️☹️

[feltcreature]

Would you guys still love me if i posted selfship .

[awakentrashpanda]

I was today years old when I learned that you can use the heat from a hairdryer to make a dried up ballpoint pen write like new

[petorahs]

☀️ Akira being forever haunted by Akechis fate and even tho mostly he moves on he still has nightmares and terrible panic attacks bc lets be real he went through some shit and all his friends are super supportive but it still causes tension. Ryuji tries so hard to be a supportive friend but he gets more and more the feeling that something is off and akira isn't completely... There. So even tho they get engaged (let me believe in marriage equality pls) he doesnt feel like Akira is fully in it, so on one date night he just straught up asks Akira if he was in love with Akechi and Aki doesnt know how to answer aside of a very weak "I'm sorry." and Ryuji knows that Akira cant let go- or maybe even doesnt WANT to. And it hurts ryuji but being the good guy he is he just takes a deep breath and tells Akira that he will always be there for him. But maybe they shouldn't get married after all. And it just breaks Akira because he cant put into words how he feels, he never could do that well and he wants so desperately to make ryuji understand how important he is to him but also that akechi was special in a very certain way- but he also knows it is just hurting the guy he loves and he doesnt know what to do and hello good morning how are you, i have angst on my mind and you?

i...it's night time now that i've read this... not even a good night just a night (because if it were a good night i'd be fishing for ichigaya kingpin rn or kissing ryu and ake)

ironically this reminds me of one pegoryuake fic where its one-sided pegoryu (MY BADDDD) but in a way that ryuji and akechi interact a lot (begrudgingly) ITS SO FUNNY i think ryuji and akechi would be such good friends. exhibit A in this thread i found.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

One of my new dildos came in the mail and my first thought was "ew, it's too realistic" 💀

[sunlitsakuras]

I have a stupid dumb stupid little Silly Question but i don't feel like.asking Fact To Fact because Embarrassed about it so I'm just gonna.tag it

[soft-spooks]

sun n moon song :

[linabirb]

↳ if he wanted to, he would.

characters: ace trappola, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamme, silver, azul ashengrotto

synopsis: things that he does because he wants to or without being told to do so.

a/n: SHOUT OUT TO MY MOOTS THIS IS FOR YOU @taruruchi @linabirb @kunikame @lunavixia this is my early Christmas present to you all :D

Takes you out on spontaneous dates with nothing on his mind but you.

ACE never has a set plan in mind. Sure, he is not as impulsive as others but that doesn't mean he won't show up to your dorm at literally ungodly hours of the morning, just because he wanted to annoy you. (He's just a softie and will not admit he wanted to see you really badly.)

But Ace also loves taking you on dates. They are his favorite things because you're there and he can find little things about you that he never noticed before. Like the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of something you want, how your lips try to hold back from either sighing or laughing at a horrendous pun you made, how meticulously you scoured through every aisle to ensure you got the quality object you wanted.

Stays with you in silence, even when you're feeling at your lowest.

Dates are also a perfect time for him to spoil you. Never will you have to pay, except for the one time he forgot his wallet. Other than that, he refuses to let you pay. It's not much that he can do, he cannot get you the moon just yet, but memorizing your order, looking at the way your face lights up at your food. And every second he can take to be in your presence is a second he would fight for.

LILIA loves you and he doesn't need words to show it, albeit hardly being against it. But he also knows you and how you work when you're overwhelmed. There is a peaceful silence that you require and instead of getting up in your space, trying to hug you, he will give you options.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Do you want a snack? A plushie?"

"Do you want a hug?"

Writes you pages upon pages of his adoration for you. The expression "[one] could write hundreds of books and still not a number would suffice" comes from his actions.

You could lash out, you could stay silent. He knows, he can feel it. So he will stay there quietly unless you tell him otherwise. There is nowhere else he'd rather be than at your side. You're his lover, why wouldn't he stay? Even if you think you're a burden to him, you never will be. He has the strength and the compassion to hold you up. He always wants to hold you up, to love you at your lowest and at your highest. He's there no matter how many things come between you.

ROLLO is not too expressive, nor is he too reserved to interact. He prefers to release his adoration through ink and paper. The diary he has is barely finished and it is all because he is to focused on his journals that are written about you.

He studies your face when you're not looking, when he watches the moon with you. The moon itself pales in comparison to your beauty and while he doesn't think his sketches do you justice, they are enough to remind him of how precious he holds you to his heart. Every single bit of you is a part that he adores.

There is no shortage to the little things he sees about you. The things you don't notice? He does. Every single one. He writes it down with such careful handwriting, it feels like a caress to the cheek. He has love letters, poems, stories, date ideas, he has everything in those notebooks. They are stashed away in the back of his closet.

Makes you little crafts that remind him of you.

But one of those notebooks has one specific purpose and it will be your present for the day he gives his everlasting devotion to you. That notebook has love letters that could fill oceans with how many waves upon waves of adoration he has for you.

SILVER cannot keep himself awake most of the time and he hates himself for it because the dream version of you couldn't hold a candle to the real you. So instead, he makes himself stay up to create things. He is a soldier, a protector, yes, but with you, he is so incredibly soft.

He starts by crocheting you your favorite plush animals. He gives you paintings of landscapes that remind him of your eyes. He draws your face in a small sketchbook so many times, he has every part of you memorized. He annotates books to commentate on them with things he thinks you might like. He makes fake flowers out of pretty paper. He even makes you a blanket at some point, draping it over your shoulders when you study for finals.

Silver cannot stay awake for long, but heaven knows that he will do his absolute best to show you that he would move galaxies for you. He fears that the small crafts aren't enough, that you won't like them.

Would fly halfway across the world for you, just to see you for a minute.

But every single one of them holds a tiny piece of his heart. When you know you have enough, that is when you'll know he has given his whole heart to you.

AZUL isn't as open to showing love as most are. He tends to struggle with showing his vulnerability, even after all this time. He's afraid of losing his reputation but also afraid you'll find him too cheesy. So his acts of love comes in acts of service.

He's had to go across the world several times for his meetings and each time, he brings back some souvenir for you. But he knows that's not enough. If he misses you to the point where he would swim back, he couldn't imagine vice versa.

So, he has started traveling back to see you. He would drop a meeting, get on a jet, and get to your doorstep with flowers, just to see you for a minute. Maybe it's a hurried reunion but there is no denying the look in his eyes: the man is in love with you.

"You came from halfway across the world, just for me?"

He has to pause before he smiles a little. "I would do it several times, if only to see you for a minute." He definitely buries himself in an octopot once he leaves, but the sentiment is so incredibly sweet.

[fushiguho]

For eons, I’ve been thinking about sweet, well-mannered, farmhand!Gojo ☀️ who fucks the literal breath out of you and you guys WILL hear me out, okay?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･

As your father’s one and only employee, Satoru is held to incredibly high standards, which essentially boil down to two, very simple rules; never show up to the farm late and never, he means never pursue his daughter romantically. Seems easy enough, right?

Or so Satoru thought.

“Miss,” a thick, meridional voice utters from far behind, “miss, pardon my frankness, but I believe you just might be the prettiest woman I have ever seen.” Satoru admits candidly, briskly jogging to match your fast-paced gait as you trudge up the hill, toward the farmhouse over yonder.

“Oh, don’t be silly now,” you dismiss, waving a banishing hand, suppressing the ever-growing giddiness that threatens to invalidate your dismissal, “my father wouldn’t like that one bit, you know that. He’ll kill you ten times over, Satoru.” Surely he’s kidding, right? Surely he would never disobey your father’s wishes… right?

Now trudging beside you, Satoru nods slowly, adjusting the rusted buckles of his muddy, denim overalls. A dispirited sigh drags from his pretty, pink lips. Of course he knows. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you plod toward the house, his lingering gaze as subtle as a sledgehammer, but when is it not?

“I’ve been made well aware,” he finally mutters under his breath as if coming to the unfortunate realization all over again, “but you don’t make it particularly easy for me, miss… you must know that.” His voice is a deep, southern drawl—beautifully elongated vowels like silken honey, the perfect melody for battered souls.

“How do you mean?” Your hand is coming up to your face, shielding your eyes from the sun so that you can peer up at the ivory-haired man beside you. “And you don’t have to call me that y’know.”

“What? Miss?” His incredulous tone forces a giggle past your lips. “Just a token of respect is all, blame my momma,” he smiles, cheeks glowing a beautiful crimson from the parching heat, “and it’s fitting… a pretty name for a pretty lady, hm?” He’s nudging you in the shoulder teasingly.

See? Satoru is sweet. So why on this godforsaken planet does he have you painfully spread apart on your family’s dining room table? Why are his large hands pinning your thighs to the stained wood so that he can watch as your desperate, drooling pussy swallows his cock whole? Why is he leaning down to whisper debauched words of praise directly into your ear?

“Look at this wet, little pussy, goddd… you take me sooo fuckin’ well—fuuuuuck, miss,” he’s deliriously tossing his head back to dangle between his shoulder blades, subconsciously yanking you closer to the edge of the rustic table, desperate to feel more of you, “like it was made for me, heh. Was this pretty pussy made for me, miss? Is this my pussy?”

It’s like switch has been flipped, like he’s possessed beyond saving and is now only a shell of his former self. Has he always been this way? Has he always had this filthy of a mouth? You’re not sure, not really. The only thing you’re sure of is the repetitive, obscene strike of his swollen balls against the fat of your ass. It’s the only thing you can hear, feel, think.

“C’monnn now… asked you a question, miss,” he’s leaning closer, mockingly cupping a hand over his ear to observe the way he fucks the breath out of you, “talk to meee, pretty, I wanna hear you. This pussy too loud, huh? Is she too wet for you to hear me?”

“It’s yours! Your p-pussy—mhmm,” you cry, nodding frantically in immense rapture, “fuuuck, you fuck me sooo good… s’good!”

“Yeah, sweet girl? You like how I fuck you?” The dark, breathy chuckle that drags from the depths of his chest sends yours mind blank as you nod dumbly. “You like how I give you everything? All of my cock?” A big, greedy hand is slipping beneath the small of your back, pulling you upright and impossibly closer. “Yeaaaah, you like my cock, look at you…” his hungry gaze is scanning over your stupid expression, “eyes rollin’ to the back of your head like that. Can’t even hear me anymore, can you?”

A pool of light washed denim surrounds Satoru’s feet, the hem of his white t-shirt tucked between his teeth, baring the sweat-ridden skin of his chest and abdomen. The bruising buck of his hips as he fucks himself deeper is only scooting the large table further and further across the hardwood floor. Even his deep, guttural moans are like kindle to an ever growing flame.

It’s always the ones you least expect.