#)) muahahahahaaaa

[hyp3rsh0ck]

haha guess

also put it in the tags so they see, i love seeing what people think eachother looks like lolol <3

[emerald-dream]

THEY BROUGHT BOOPING BACK??? NO ONE IS SAFE!!! >:)))))))

[woetoy]

been thinking about naia's preg art and god. its so fucking hot. it's not often that i get new kinks but you have given me this one. thank you

muahahahahaaaa another victim of the pregaganda... 😈

[jgvfhl]

YESSSSSS..... PUT HIM THROUGH THE WRINGER!!!! SALAD SPINNER HIM!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS

Can we get something from "bad company" or "damn Sergents" 🥺👉👈

Bad Company

[“You cowards can’t just shoot me?”

He tried egging them on. He wanted them to kill him. To finally do the one thing he can’t bring himself to do. When he’s restrained, he starts yelling and fighting.

“Fucking cowards! Can’t kill me?!”

No amount of yelling or fighting made them turn on him. He managed to break out of his restraints and aim a gun right at Soap. He looked into the Scotsman’s eyes, into the eyes of the man he wanted to be friends with, he broke. He drops to his knees and curls up.

“Just kill me… I can’t do this anymore.”]

This fic is very angsty and it's getting darker because I only work on it when I'm in a depressed mood

[jester-dragons-aus]

HEHEHE FIRST POST HERE MUAHAHAHAHAAAA

Yeah in some of these there are some other characters so meh

(also one of these doodles is a redraw of @obamerzslop's Love Bug storyline!)

I do have some dragon designs if anyone wants to see them :V

[khwxbeeda]

Kajal

Written because I have raghveer brainrot and you can't stop me from indulging in it muahahahahaaaa

.

"Raghav, zara idhar aana toh."

Raghav looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows at Ranveer, who was standing in front of the studio mirror with a furrow in his eyebrows and some sort of pen in his hand— wait no, that wasn't a pen, it was a kajal pencil.

"Kay zhala?" He asked. "I'm watching our video again; I need to fix my posture at that one point where we spin—"

"Arey, woh rehne de," Ranveer said, flapping his hand impatiently, still glaring at the kajal pencil like it had personally offended him. It was hilarious. "Help me with this."

Raghav bit down on the inside of his cheek to stifle his laugh and set his phone down. He sauntered over to the other boy and held out a hand, silently asking him to hand the pencil over. Ranveer obliged.

"My Ma used to apply kajal under my eyes until I turned thirteen," he offered in way of explanation, "and I wanna pick the habit up again. But, I have no idea what to do."

Raghav sniggered, and Ranveer smacked him upside the head, making him squawk indignantly. "Hey! Swatah cha swatah kar if you wanna keep hitting me!"

Ranveer gave him a look. "I don't understand Marathi that well, idiot."

The shorter boy rolled his eyes. "I said, do it yourself. Now shut up and stay still."

He pushed himself up onto his tip-toes, and Ranveer looked at the ceiling. Raghav raised the pencil and— promptly stumbled and dropped back down onto his heels. He huffed and rose up again, raising the other hand to grip Ranveer's shoulder, resolutely ignoring the ripple of muscles under his thin white kurta to move the pencil to Ranveer's eye.

Ranveer shifted. Raghav stumbled again.

He cursed his blasted height under his breath, and Ranveer snickered.

"Aww, am I too tall?" he asked in a faux apologetic voice. "It's okay to be short, you know—" he cut off with a wheeze, doubling over and clutching his stomach where Raghav had elbowed him. "Ouch, keep your elbows to yourself, man!"

"Keep your quips to yourself, man!" Raghav parroted back in a terrible imitation of Ranveer's deep voice, nose scrunched in annoyance, and Ranveer could not help but snort. "Says the tiny one—"

In one swift move, Raghav knocked his foot against the back of Ranveer's knee and pushed him back by the chest. Ranveer yelped as he fell on his ass, but the next second Raghav was following him down to the floor and throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle his lap, effectively pinning him in place. Ranveer sat still, hands on the mirror behind him to stop his back from slamming into it, and stared in shock as Raghav narrowed his eyes and brandished the kajal pencil in a threatening manner.

"Ata shanta bas, nahi toh I will purposely mess up the kajal," he growled, but blinked when Ranveer laughed suddenly. "What?"

"Nothing, just—" Ranveer laughed again, leaning back against the mirror— "the way you said kajal is... it's cute."

Raghav felt his cheeks heat up at being called cute, but he rolled his eyes. "That's how you say it in Marathi. Kajal."

Ranveer tilted his head, then slowly tried saying it. "Kaa-jal."

It was Raghav's turn to start giggling, tipping his head forward to hide his smile behind his fringe. "Oh Gods," he said, still laughing, "that- that's not how you say it."

Ranveer couldn't take his eyes off of the adorable boy in his lap— he froze. Wait.

Fuck.

Raghav was in his lap.

Raghav was straddling his lap.

"How do you say it then?" he asked hurriedly, in an effort to take his mind off the fact that Raghav was in his lap, holy shit—

"Say it after me: ka-ja-la," Raghav said slowly, and Ranveer nodded.

"Ka-ja-da," he stumbled through the pronunciation, and Raghav giggled again oh Gods why is he so cute and why is he sitting in my lap—

"You Hindi speaking people," he said between soft tittering, "can't even pronounce ळ properly. It's honestly endearing."

Ranveer could feel himself melting despite his best efforts. Why, oh why was Raghav so cute? It was unfair; it was unhealthy for his heart, being subjected to this adorable display with Raghav sitting in his lap fucking hell whyyy—

"Ka-ja-la," Raghav repeated slowly, a smile curling up his lips. "Click your tongue to the floor of your mouth, and say la the way you say na in the word for arrow— बाण. काजळ."

Ranveer pulled himself together and tried again. "Kaa-ja-da— dammit."

Raghav snickered, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and Ranveer wanted to sink his own teeth into that soft, pillowy flesh—

"That-" the shorter boy choked out, lifting a hand to cover his mouth as if it could stifle the sound of his giggles. "You know what," he breathed between laughter, "just- just leave it. I'll teach you how to say kajal later. Atta mi tula he lavto, okay?"

Ranveer shrugged, nodded— and hurriedly bit down on his lip to stifle his groan when Raghav shifted forward in his lap, raising the pencil and pressing a hand to his cheek so he could use his thumb below to expose Ranveer's waterline.

Don't react, don't react, fuck, don't react—

He deliberately focused on the soft glide of the pencil on his skin, eyes looking up at the ceiling, instead of the fact that Raghav was sitting right on his hips, his thighs bracketing Ranveer's, his hand warm to the touch where it was laying across his cheek, gaze laser focused on his work—

He pulled away and shifted again, and Ranveer clenched his jaw at the spark of electricity that ran up his spine. His fingers curled where they were pressed into the floor of the studio, nails digging into the wood hard enough to hurt. The waterline of the other eye was pulled down, and Raghav got to work again, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he focused on the job at hand.

Ranveer did not move. He did not breathe.

What seemed like an eternity later, Raghav pulled back with a grin.

"There!" he exclaimed, gaze down as he slid the cap back onto the pencil. "Jhala! Now you can look in the mirro—"

He looked up and stopped mid sentence, eyes widening, and the way his pink lips parted oh-so-gently in surprise had Ranveer suppressing a frustrated groan. Gods fucking dammit Raghav can you not do that when you're literally in my fucking lap—

"I- oh-" Raghav stammered, a deep red flush blooming like fresh roses across his cheekbones, looking as if he had just now realised exactly where he was sitting. "I'm just- I'm just gonna—"

He tried to move away but Ranveer scrambled forward, hands involuntarily curling around his thighs to stop him from moving. "Nai, ruk ja—"

Raghav froze, and Ranveer suddenly comprehended where his hands were. Raghav's thighs were soft and supple, fingers so dangerously high up that he was almost brushing the cleft of his derrière. Ranveer breathed out slowly, raising his head to stare Raghav in the eyes.

"Tell me how I look," he breathed, and watched Raghav swallow thickly, the muscles of his neck shifting enticingly. He could barely recognise his own voice through the haze of sheer want that flooded his senses. He wanted to lean forward and attach his lips to that smooth skin, wanted to suck on the flesh and dig his teeth in till there were black and blue bruises all over, wanted to mark Raghav as his.

"Raghav," he murmured lowly, and revelled in the obvious shiver that ran through the shorter boy's body. "How do I look?"

The kajal pencil slipped out from between Raghav's fingers and clattered onto the wooden floor. Ranveer did not turn towards it; he did not give enough of a fuck about that silly stick, not when he had a lapful of Raghav with his thighs flexing under his hands, staring at him with half-lidded eyes.

"How do I look, Raghav?" he asked again.

Raghav lunged.

Ranveer yelped as his back slammed into the mirror, but the sound was swallowed by Raghav's mouth. He gasped and kissed back, fingers tightening on those thighs, and Raghav slipped his tongue into Ranveer's mouth, running it over the back of his teeth and making him let out a soft, breathy sound.

Ranveer responded immediately, stroking his own tongue against Raghav's and shivering at the answering moan. The way Raghav kissed was heady, with his hands dragging up Ranveer's chest and shoulders to bury themselves into his hair, lips moving sensually and back arching so that Ranveer's hands slipped up and gripped his ass.

Raghav let out a wounded sound when Ranveer squeezed the soft, round flesh, and the kiss became dizzyingly hot— tongues roaming and lips slicking up with saliva, Raghav's hands tugging on long black hair and Ranveer's teeth sinking into a soft pink lip to nip at it.

They only pulled away because they ran out of breath.

Ranveer pressed his forehead to Raghav's and breathed deeply, eyes fluttering shut and heartbeat thundering in his ears.

"Fuck," he hissed, and Raghav huffed in agreement.

"Fuck," he repeated, lifting his head and staring at the boy in his lap with wide eyes. "That- fuck."

Raghav let out a wet giggle and nodded, leaning forward and arching his back so his ass pressed into Ranveer's palms, groaning when his fingers tightened reflexively. The move sent blood rushing south for Ranveer, and he gave Raghav a warning glare, but the boy simply smirked wickedly.

"Now you know how you look," he said slyly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. Ranveer sighed and shook his head, a reluctant smile curling his lips.

"Demon," he said fondly, and then Raghav's lips were back on his.

.

@orgasming-caterpillar @musaafir-hun-yaaron @h0bg0blin-meat @shanti-ashant-hai

[synarthrosis]

Hey-

Hey guess what-

LITTLE GUY ON UR DASH!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAA

LIVE LITTLE GUY REACTION

[long-live-evie]

Don't be sorry, silly!! 🩷 I already told you I was gonna get you that air stick a whole month ago, I had to get you something else to make it a surprise!

*Evie grabbed Venge's hand and tugged him along with her to the drop bay at the bottom of the airship, giggling the whole way.

There, sitting in the bay, was a gleaming red and black motorcycle. Emblazoned down the sides in red was the kanji 敵討ち. Vengeance.*

Happy Winterfest, big brother.

*She popped up on tiptoe and kissed Venge's cheek.*

Merry Winterfest, Vengeance!! 💖

*Evie bounces up with a little box and a stocking in her hands, holding them both up to you with sparkling eyes.

The stocking contains various snacks and some candy, but out of the top is sticking a little box, which contains a flavored air stick with a silicone mouthpiece.

The other box is very small, containing only a key with an air sprite charm.*

I'm so happy I get to celebrate with you this year. I hope you know how much you mean to me, Vengeance 🩷

@long-live-evie

Evie? I-...Gosh! You-you didn't have to....oh my god....

*a few tears began to appear behind Venge's glasses, he quickly placed the gifts down and hugged Evie tightly while trembling for the effort to suppress his sobs*

I'm so happy i get to celebrate with y-you guys...I don't know what to do but i'm so glad...

Thank you....you're the b-best...

[bl4z33467]

MYAAYAHHAAHAHAAAAA NETYANABAHAHAAA MUAHAHAHAHAAAA

Oh.

[abrokephilosophersminecraft]

winter/spring semester! also hair straightened= evil(er) starfucka...muahahahahaaaa >:3

[protective-mama-bear]

you are now 5'1 for ten asks, MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!

"H-Huh!?" For some reason, Bobby felt short, like very short and when she looks at the mirror, her eyes would widened. "...WHY AM I SHORTER THAN CP!!?" Poor Bobby, she wasn't used to be so... well, short.

5'1 Height magic: 10

[empress-mizuki]

[Midas' mention of family gives the Empress pause. It was admirable of him, she thought, to pursue reforging a bond with his daughter. It was... enviable. She closes her eyes again briefly against a sudden sting, breathing deeply to regain her composure.]

You speak of Jules, yes? She is a brilliant girl. You must be very proud of her, I am sure. I had the privilege of witnessing her ingenuity firsthand when my home was on the Island. She found our Kinetic Blades particularly fascinating, so I gave her one as a gift. I do hope she's still enjoying it.

[Her eyes search his face, as if seeking some clue to an underlying mystery, but also mildly in awe at his resistance to so many voices in his head.]

I thought I heard their whispers from you, but more malicious than I am accustomed to. Now I understand. They permeate you as though you were steeped in the Styx for a thousand years. I can only imagine what their clamor must be doing to your mind, untrained as it is in the ways of communion with spirits... It goes against my conscience to let this continue without at least offering to train you in our knowledge of the spirits. It may help you quiet the voices. Maybe even release a few. But that is up to your discretion.

Reverence is not the term I would choose. It is more... understanding. Reverence is reserved for those higher than oneself. The souls of the Styx were once human, just like you or I. They had lived, they touched others, they impacted their portion of reality. In their final moments, they just needed someone to know that. Then they could rest. I gather from your experience that Hades reserves the malignant souls with remaining willpower for his own prisons.

[She notes the immediate shift in Midas' demeanor. Now was the time for business, a pleasant cup of tea could be returned to later.]

Mephisto's rule is nothing less than an affront to the natural world. His existence on this plane is an offense to the living. Even though Hades may be an odious name to you, it must be conceded that he has a duty, and he performed it well and to the benefit of the natural order, for the dead must go somewhere. Mephisto has made a mockery of this, peddling his vile "deals" to every uninformed passerby he encounters, and neglecting the souls that require the attendance of the Lord of Death.

I have already allied with Captain John Jones and his Reality Warriors to find a solution to bring Mephisto down. But allies with power are scarce. My River Guard and myself stand ready for his signal even now, but I fear we may not be enough to banish Mephisto. I am certain his existence here is bound to some hellish devilry yet undisclosed.

To that end, I would like to extend to you this proposal: help us banish Mephisto and return Hades to his rightful throne, and I will forfeit all right I have to any favor from him to you. Hades regains his throne, but at the price of being indebted to you.

What better way to cripple your mortal enemy than make him owe you his very throne?

[The Empress stands on the cliff behind Restored Reels, surveying the corrupted Underworld while anticipating the arrival of King Midas.

A table sits nearby, arranged with a variety of expensive teas and delicious morsels. Two empty chairs await. A bucket of ice keeps a fine red wine cool.]

@empress-mizuki

[Having parked his car behind the station just east to keep his location at least a little less obvious, Midas makes his way up the steps to Reels. He takes in the sight of all the festive decorations currently adorning the place. A silly thing that he'd likely keep to himself, but he likes them. Gaudy or not, Halloween is a holiday he does very much enjoy.]

[He was just making his way up the small pagoda on the northern side when he spots a woman who must be the Empress on the hill.]

[Walking over to her and cresting the hill, the view of the Underworld is far less enjoyable to him than decorations. He'd avoided coming within sight of this place for so long, his steps hesitate with a sort of seize in his chest. He pushes past it, the current red glow of the Styx serving to ease his mind (if only a little) that Hades might not be there, ready to re-obtain the Golden King.]

Can't say I enjoy seeing it in this color any more than before.

[He starts as he moves to stand at her side.]

I hope you haven't been waiting long? Apologies for being a bit behind schedule.

[He turns to her then, offering a bow of his head with a smile in place of his hand to shake. He's gotten used to not offering it, as not many people were keen on taking it.]

It's a pleasure to be meeting the eloquent letter writer.

[phoandori]

My Fanstuck Godtiers/Session muahahahahaaaa

Human is my persona, Derse Sylph of Space Troll is Kenvaa Huntur, Prospit Witch of Light (Olive blood) Clown is Will, Prospit Heir of Time i have a few more but they're not roblox OC's so teehee Madame Midnight Megasqueak, Derse Witch of Breath Suzie, Muse of Void (doesnt sleep/dream) Mushroom crab on Will's head (they're the biggest shroom), Derse Page of Mind SO. like if it's not obvious they are all from different planets connected by weird multi-dimensional internet, all friends (only ones that are together are Crab and Will). my idea when i make this in my lil brain is how sburb has alot of bending the rules, so i take my ideas and like figure out how that would work out in that context >:)

and to anyone that actually see's and reads this ty for checking this out hehehe, im super obsessed with homestuck rn so creating my own sburb session has been on my mind alot and i wanted to give it a shot

[zero-is-nebulous]

Artfight REVENGE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAA

[opossuwu]

Sup giys I downloaded the Tumblr app again muahahahahaaaa

[long-live-evie]

*She takes the paper from him, her external persona relieved and grateful, but internally she has more questions. She feels almost guilty about him giving her his number, clearly "Jonesy" had the same compulsion to help as the Jones she knew. But in the end, this was how spy games worked. Remorse could wait to see if it was deserved.*

Thank you so much... I guess I don't have much of a choice, huh? I guess part of me had figured out by now that I'm not going home anymore... I'll stay away from whatever Pleasant is 😅 sounds like bad vibes. I hope you have a good rest of your workday!

*She waves and smiles as he leaves, but the second he drives off, her face grows cold. This could be a problem. Time to see what she could do with the card she picked off him.*

*Agent Jones sits in the underpass near Leaky Lake. With his leads mostly dried up, he finds himself looking at the uncomfortable idea that he won't be able to solve this mystery.*

Ugh, what are the chances that someone who knows about this Zero Point situation would happen to be walking through Leaky right now?