#*posts before I can second guess myself*

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

…sorry

[eggbem]

Post Villain-of-the-Week-Scuffle Nap.

Good morning everyone! (Welcome to my seminar!) Here's some Portal Duo snuggling to start off your day! What's the point of having the ability to draw turtles if you don't indulge in the softest of fluff once in a while?

Just ignore the fact that, with Leo's canon bed setup, there's really no room for Raph to be standing on the other side. How's he doing that? Magic ig.

(I feel like this goes without saying, but you never know: T-cest, do NOT interact; I will punt you to the moon.)

[zannolin]

sometimes it can be scary to open up

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[anne-is-confused]

sleepytime tea bear lookin idiot

[suddenghost33]

Sneak peek for a scene in chapter 4 that I'm writing! I had to draw out the dress so I could describe it in the fic. I went a bit overboard...

Edit: ok so I scrapped this scene. I'm already sitting at 7k words and I'm barely halfway through what I have planned. Sorry y'all. 😅

[thelastchappie]

part 2 to the a/b/o choso drabble from a little while ago

i think i’m gonna go ahead and call this a slow burn.

a/b/o curse au, reader’s pov

i have a an idea for where this will go but i’m making most things up as i go along so if there anything you’d like to see or if you just want to talk choso feel free send me an ask!

anyways i hope you like it!

~

the polite comfort between you and choso has shifted. the one that had been so carefully curated over the past few months the two of you had been living together. and while you can’t reason why it’s happened, you can certainly recognize the source— choso.

his approaches at receiving any form of physical contact from you don’t go unnoticed. never inappropriate, never forceful; but it seems to have become essential for the half-curse to worm his way into your personal space, preferably right before leaving the apartment.

helping brush his hair into his signature hairstyle, after he suddenly ‘forgot’ how to do it himself. sitting a hair too close in the mornings so your shoulders brush— you’re too tired to mind but not enough for it to go unnoticed. standing dutifully by the shoes at the entrance when it’s time to go, has seen you trip and stumble trying to slip them on enough times to know you’ll reach a hand over to use him as a leaning post, if he’s nearby.

you would be inclined to believe the man is simply craving affection; after so much change and loss, following his release from over a hundred years of captivity. it didn’t seem entirely out of the realm of possibility that choso was simply seeking comfort in his many, somewhat peculiar ways.

and you’re more than happy to humor the half-curse in his efforts. however, his general lack of communication means you’re not entirely willing to make it easy for him. for the time being you’ve decided to let the man continue to figure out his excuses for the day, until he’s ready to come clean as to what’s on his mind, that is.

but the changes don’t stop there, though.

perhaps it would be easier to ignore. if the extent of choso’s shift in behavior was simply due to his new desire for affection and, possibly, lack of knowledge as to how to communicate these needs.

it’s his general disposition towards you that has changed.

where you where used to seeing polite indifference, verging on amiability between acquaintances, as time passed— now there’s a clear and defined attentiveness towards you. An interest towards your safety that you could almost compare to that of a mother hen.

~

you first notice it the day choso’s assigned a mission with yuuji, one of your first assignments where you don’t have him follow along.

the curse is an odd one, manages to catch you off guard more than once before you’re able to successfully eliminate it. in result you leave the fight with a few more cuts and bruises than normal, but still not entirely unusual given your occupation.

you arrive at the apartment much later than expected, due to your visit to the infirmary to let shoko look over any larger injuries that might need healing. the pair of siblings are already there, yuuji has decided to seize the opportunity to watch one of his favorite movies.

you barely have a chance to mumble out your tired apologies for being so late, before choso is shooting up from the couch— presumably at your less-than put together appearance.

you’ve managed to lock the door behind you, turning to look for the nearest surface to dump the jacket draped over your forearm— when you’re met with wide eyes and hovering hands that don’t quite dare to make contact yet.

even the teen looks stunned to suddenly be sitting alone on the couch, both of you left momentarily speechless at the half-curse’s reaction. choso barely notices, as he continues his assessment of the various scrapes and bruises littering what little skin he can see.

“what is this??” he hisses, an unfamiliar rumbling from deep in his chest affecting the timbre of his voice.

you’re still reeling from the unexpected greeting, when the tips of his fingers finally make contact with the underside of your chin. the half-curse tilting your face up to get a better look at a particularly unpleasant-looking bruise blooming on your temple.

“what is— huh?” is all you can come up with, you’re not sure what he’s referring to: the bruise, or the situation. you don’t know what this is either.

“a bruise..? i was on a mission, you knew that” you try answering both; you were fighting a curse, that should be explanation enough.

it doesn’t seem to be.

choso shakes his head like you’re not understanding him, and you aren’t. nothing about his reaction makes sense to you. “this doesn’t happen” he insists, his voice still sounding gravelly— a growl?

and he’s right, this mission should have been dealt with much sooner; and it would have, had it not been for the curse’s unusual behavior. the assignment certainly didn’t warrant the current state of disrepair you find yourself in.

still, you can’t help but grow defensive at his statement. did he not think you were capable of doing your own job??

he starts again before you have a chance to say anything, “the curse, what happene—“,

“i handled it” you interrupt, your tone snappier than your would have normally preferred. but it’s been long day and your patience had worn thin hours ago.

“you know, i’ve been doing this gig for years now and i’ve made it this far doing missions by myself” your shoulders are almost up to your ears, and every word forces your chin to press against his fingers. but you continue.

“and i don’t appreciate the insinuation that i might need you there to protect me”

a few seconds of silence pass, and the fight immediately leaves your body after your small outburst. all you can do is sigh. you look towards the teen, still sitting stunned on the couch, and immediately shame crawls up the back of your spine at your short fuse.

the half-curse stares, eyes wide and startled by your response. he doesn’t seem offended, or upset by you snapping at him. another series of emotions seem to follow, each just as confusing as the next. after his initial shock, his brows furrow; like maybe now he’s not understanding you.

“im sorry, im just tired. i do appreciate your help.” you sigh once more, a hand coming up to pat his chest in a way you hope is reassuring. “but im fine, okay? these things happen, i took care of it”

choso shakes his head,

“no, i apologize— i didn’t mean to imply you can’t protect yourself” his voice is softer now, the foreign rumble in his chest having died down. the fingers under your chin retreat like he’s only just realized they were there. the tension in his body replaced with sheepishness, pink dusting his cheeks as he takes a step back. you almost stumble forward with him, not realizing how much you’d started to lean on him.

with a clear of your throat, you’re doing your best to straighten up; hobbling past choso and beelining for your room. on your way past the back of the couch you reach a hand to pat the younger boy’s shoulder and offer an “sorry about that, yuuji”.

“have you guys eaten yet? can you order something while i get cleaned up?” you call out, mostly to the pink-haired teen, as you enter your room. “i’m starving and the last thing i wanna do right now is cook”.

~

choso does more than just follow you around out of obligation, now. he hovers. he stands a touch closer than he did before, you could barely take a step without looking and not risk bumping into the half-curse.

he’s always staring. at you; at others when they get too close, when they interrupt you during meetings; you have to grab his arm and force him to keep moving if someone is bold enough to bump your shoulder while walking. he doesn’t intervene, not really; though his face is one of genuine offense on your behalf each time.

you’re as flattered as you are confused.

it’s quite refreshing to have another person so fiercely on your side, even if you’re not sure where his behavior has come from. however, choso has a tendency to fuss; much like he does to his younger brother. he watches, he worries, he protects.

he has an uncanny ability of almost sniffing out an injury, no matter how small.

you’re barely even safe from his hovering in the safety of your own apartment. he’s under no obligation to follow you around when you were home, and previously he wouldn’t have any desire to. now he always finds any excuse to stay close.

this evening, you’re successful in convincing choso you can prepare dinner without assistance. after brushing off his several attempts, that is. the day has been a rarely idle one. you find yourself finally able to indulge in a home cooked meal, and a moment to breathe.

the dark-haired man sits a mere few feet away, you play music on the tv for even more ambience and leave the lyrics on display for him. he seems to enjoy taking in the words being said, you think maybe it helps him understand humans in some way. he asks questions about phrases or words that might be unfamiliar to him, or what the song itself might be trying to express.

“i like this one” he’ll confess softly, usually a sappy song with lyrics lacking any confusing slang; though his interests do vary, his focus is always geared towards the words being sung over the melody. you’ll hum in acknowledgment, and save the song to the playlist you’ve created for him with a smile.

this evening is no different, he sits and listens, reads; occasionally, he peers over the back of couch. to check on you, you assume. he watches for a moment, quietly assessing before he turns back to face the tv.

and although you already know the extent of his ability to fret, you still decide to want to test the waters. maybe you just want to mess with him a little, though you wouldn’t admit to that.

you wait for choso to focus his attention towards the screen, having already accidentally caught his eye when he was looking. he doesn’t waver at being caught staring; simply turns back around after a few moments of eye contact.

and once again, you’re not entirely sure why, maybe just to see what would happen. but you pretend to hiss out in pain, and carefully let the knife in your hand clatter against the countertop when you drop it. quickly, your grasp your pointer finger in your other palm like you’ve nicked it.

immediately he’s in your space, one hand coming up brush the hand covering your finger out of the way. he holds your ‘injured’ hand in his own, the other resting over your palm to keep it opened. worried eyes roam over your fingers, looking for damage.

he finds perfectly unharmed skin.

his eyes linger for a few beats, double-checking his initial findings. then, his gaze makes his way up to meet your own; questioning.

you simply stare back for a few seconds, fighting back a smile at the poor half-curse’s confusion. he keeps your hand in his hold, like he’s still not convinced.

“must’ve just been a graze” you suspect the mirth in your voice must give you away. you watch his eyes narrow the tiniest bit, and his head tilts like he’s trying to figure you out. the tension in his shoulders gradually disappears, he makes no move to leave your personal space, though. he simply hums.

“i can help finish the rest” he offers, eyes drifting towards the knife on the table; like he’s only just realizing the threat it poses.

and it’s then you realize the mistake you’ve made.

“noooo nonono, i was just messing with you— it was dumb im sorry” you’re immediately attempting to minimize the consequences of your little joke. “i’ve been using knives for longer, i’ll be okay” you can’t help but laugh a little at how ridiculous the situation is.

“i can learn, i can help” choso doesn’t seem bothered by your revelation, probably already caught along. it doesn’t change his current goal.

“that’s very nice of you, thank you” you say through your giggles, endeared by his desire to help. “how about next time i show you and you do the work, okay?” you offer, the free hand not in his grasp coming up to rest on his collarbone.

choso was back to staring at you the moment you started laughing. though he sends wary looks at the sharp object like it’s offended him somehow. he’s not completely satisfied with the answer, but he assents with a small nod.

“great! now go sit down, please. i still have to finish this” you give him a small nudge in direction of the living room. and with one last glare at the knife, he takes a step back from you; his hand brushes over your palm when he lets your hand go. and he’s finally making his way back to take a seat,

at the kitchen table across from you.

“right”, you can’t help but blow air through your nose in amusement. you decide to pick your battles. and this is a battle you walked right into yourself. you pick up the knife, and after making a small ‘ooooh’ sound, you watch his eyebrows furrow. you decide to stop trying to be funny around sharp objects.

you also decide it’s best not to create targets in your own home.

[thegleampt3]

saturn doodle 4 fun

[leadendeath]

if i was president i’d replace 7/4 with a second 4/20 just to make the vast majority of tumblr users super happy

[izzy-b-hands]

may be late on the first day of kloktober, but the fic is going to be ❤️ heart breaking ❤️ so that's something lol

[eggbem]

POV: You save your timeline, but lose your arm anyway.

Casey does NOT let Leo get away with being so self-deprecating, dw

[penitenteyeball]

Dum de dum dum

Gonna add max tags and max characters to each cause who cares

[youngpettyqueen]

Houlihawk 29

29: “a kiss as a promise”

Putting this under a cut because um. It’s horny.

When Margaret’s shirt comes off, Hawkeye nearly stops breathing.

There she is, only half of her full glory out. He’s only dreamed of this moment, and those don’t compare to the real thing. Not even close. Margaret straddles his bare waist, her thighs locked around his hips, pinning him down. She grins down at him, smug as sin, and the list of sins he wants to commit is only growing.

“Like what you see?” She asks him teasingly.

“What kind of question is that?” He asks in return, “Jesus, Margaret, you’re glorious. I’m gonna faint.” He can’t stop staring. The soft pearly white of her stomach, up her chest- she still has her bra on, he really will faint when that comes off- and her shoulders down her biceps. She’s got the same tan line as the rest of them, the clear outline of an army shirt, but somehow on her it works. Can a tan line be sexy?

Margaret leans down, shifting her weight on him, drawing a helpless little noise out of him as her face lowers near his. “Say that again.” She says. Her voice is soft, but it’s not a request. It’s an order.

A shiver runs up his spine. “You’re glorious,” He says, obeying her orders easier than he’s every obeyed anyone else’s, his eyes caught in tracing the shimmering blonde hair that frames her face, “Radiant, divine, show-stopping. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His eyes are sipping lower again. How can they not? Her chest is very close to his face. He’s barely resisting the urge to take her bra off with his teeth.

Margaret reaches up, traces a delicate nail down his cheek, watches him squirm. “The most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?” She echoes, trailing her hand down his jaw, “I like the sound of that.” She hums, thoughtful.

Hawkeye’s on the verge of going crazy. “God’s honest truth,” He tells her, “Cross my heart and hope and all that. Margaret, please-“

“Shhh,” She presses a finger against his lips, which doesn’t help the heat building inside of him in the slightest. She plants her other hand on his chest, leans in close, till they’re almost nose to nose, “I’ll fuck you all night long if that’s what you want, but you need to be patient. You need to listen,” She trails her finger down, off his lips, “Is that clear?” She asks.

He nods eagerly. “All night long?” He asks.

“All night long,” She dips down, kisses him quick, teasing and promising more, “Think you can handle that?” She shifts, kisses his cheek.

“Yes, ma’am.” He rushes out.

Her next kiss lands on his jaw. “You know what I like to be called.” She murmurs, right by his ear.

Hawkeye’s breath hitches as she trails lower. Her lips find the underside of his jaw, he nearly squeaks. “Yes, sir.” He groans, his hips twitching up into hers as she nips at sensitive skin.

“Good boy.” She praises, which makes him shudder. Her lips find his neck next, and any kind of response he could’ve made only slips out in quiet moans as his brain sparks out.

[bmpmp3]

another old oc, she's a tooth fairy!!

[axeylotl]

blehh just brain-dumping abt the new Roger DLC trailer here but I'm thinkin abt what his arc might be. there's maybe an argument to be made that it'll go in a direction of "Roger grows a spine and learns to deal with his problems" but that's kinda just Randy's exact deal, and The Hound has mentioned that he's taking Roger in a slightly different direction than his DSaF counterpart specifically due to the two sharing a lot of idea-DNA.

My thoughts are that it'll focus on regrets about his past (failing med school, getting divorced, addiction, or possibly a continued struggle with alcohol?) and trying to be someone else ("id much rather be Scott than Roger") but idk i could be totally off. I haven't even started chapter 3 yet so maybe there's some crucial context I'm still missing.

oh also I haven't seen ANYONE mention that we're now at 4 out of the 1st 5 managers.

[deepersea]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miya Osamu/Reader Characters: Miya Osamu, Reader Additional Tags: Mentioned Miya Atsumu, 5+1 Things, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Sleepovers, Sleepy Cuddles, Napping, Pining, Mild Hurt/Comfort, mentions the reader being tipsy, AFAB reader - Freeform, Counter Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut Summary: Five times Osamu looks at your sleeping face. And one time you look back.