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[killuaisaprincess]

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[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN for ELLE KOREA & CARTIER

[sysig]

Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

[reineydraws]

home alone: espada edition

soot sprites

some doodles i sent on discord to my teams while the @grimmichibigbang was goin' on back in 2021 :))) inspired by the two stories i contributed art for!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[bangcakes]

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[lord-squiggletits]

I know gender fuckery is the name of the game with alien robots and people are allowed to headcanon and AU whatever they want, but there are some choices to genderbend certain characters that do really fucking annoy me not gonna lie

[transfemlogan]

We need 2 talk abt how good erase me is .

[ekserlnt]

everyone go watch the new puss in boots if you need the link hmu I'll send it via wetransfsr as long as you promise you will tell me what you thought about it I'm going insane

[wixenburr]

hate skool

[oriiduckko]

LESHYYYYYYY OMG OUGH EVERYONE IS SO PRETTY BABYGIRL WHAT THE FUCK

I WANT YOU TO DRAW P03 OR MAGNIFICUS PLEEAASEEE

woe scrybes be upon ye

[aro-aizawa]

oh yeah ahahaha i deffo wasn't prepared lol

[annabelle--cane]

so imagine you're me. and you go to university. and on tuesday the twenty-fourth of september at around 11am you get an email saying that you have a package to pick up at your dorm area's mail desk (let's call this desk A). and you think "hmm, that's weird" because you did not order anything and currently only two people have your exact address and they also didn't send you anything. so your immediate thought is "maybe this is Stalker Dad" because Stalker Dad has a history of finding out the addresses of where you live and sending you things. and you think "hhhhhhh. hopefully it's at least something fun like a chocolate box or whatever."

so you go about the rest of your day and then go to the mail desk at around 8:30pm. and the guy at the desk says there are actually TWO packages. one is a vote by mail application, and that makes sense, it has clearly been redirected from one of your old campus addresses, he gives it to you, that's fine. the other was accidentally sent to the wrong desk (let's call this desk B) in a building that's half a mile away. the guy at the desk says you can either go get it now or wait the four days it'll take to get redirected back to desk A. you want to get this done now and you're also maybe a little bit obsessed with finding out what the damn package actually is. you go to desk B, you scan your ID card, the guy at the desk looks for your package, comes back, reviews something on his computer, and says they actually already sent it back to desk A, and you can either wait for an email alerting you that it's arrived or just check back in four days.

four days pass. it is now friday the twenty-seventh. you go back to desk A. you scan your ID card. the girl at the desk says "ah, sorry, it looks like your package got rerouted to desk B, you can go pick it up from there if you want." you say yes. I know it got rerouted to desk B. they told me a few days ago that they had already sent it. the girl at the desk says "hmm. it might need another day, I'd say to wait to get an email about it."

a calendar week passes. it is now friday the fourth of october. you have received no email about the mystery package. you go back to desk A, you scan your card, the girl at the desk says "ah, sorry, it's at desk B, it will take a few days to get rerouted." you inform her of the last two weeks' events and she says "oh I'm so sorry it should not be taking this long, some weird glitch must have happened." she tells you that the rerouted packages from the last week were all delivered that morning and yours was not among them, your package was logged at desk B as being medium sized so it can't have been some error where they counted the vote by mail application twice, and that it didn't scan right at desk B so they don't even know which mail carrying service delivered it, and knowing that would have at least given you a vague clue as to the contents. she tells you your best shot is to go check desk B again.

so you go about the rest of your day and then go to desk B at around 5:30pm. you scan your ID card, the girls at the desk say there was a package but they sent it on to desk A. you say "well here's the thing--" and tell all. they say "what the fuck." all four of them crowd around a single computer screen to figure out what the hell is going on. one of them goes into the mail room to physically look but comes back empty handed. "the thing is," they say, "is that if there were two packages then you should have gotten two emails, you're sure you only got one?" you're definitely sure, and there are definitely two packages logged on their side. they don't know how this could have happened. they say the last thing recorded is that after spending too long in the system without being picked up, it got sent to the main desk of your campus (let's call this desk C), and that usually means that it then got returned to sender from there.

you go back to your dorm room. you decide to make one last attempt. you call desk C, because it is a mile away and you cannot be bothered to physically go there unless you know you will return victorious. the guy on the phone has you hold while he searches up your name for a suspiciously long time, and then he says that yes, there were two packages, and they entered the system ten days ago, and one got sent on there and then returned to sender. he then says that a third package was registered at desk B earlier that day, but then adds that that was just the mystery package getting pinged again for some reason and nothing is actually there. you end the call.

your mystery delivery existed, at no point was it possible for you to pick it up, it never got scanned correctly, and it is now Gone Forever. no one on da planet earth knows what this thing was. you don't even know if it was actually from Stalker Dad or something much, much weirder. you immediately burst into flames and die.

[poele-sexuel]

Okay so funny idea-

Rivalry is the only way to court a Hatake.

Being rivals with a Hatake means you are courting them.

Kakashi : *waiting for Gai, for almost over 20 years (!), to finally give him any fucking gifts that he could accept, signifying they would now be mates*

Gai : ETERNAL RIVAL !!! :D

Kakashi : *silently crying in his head*

Kakashi's ninken : *sigh in pain*

Gai : *has absolutely no idea about Hatake courting* ? :D

In the pure world :

Sakumo : *wincing for his son* aouch... My poor little pup...

Dai : *annoyed at his son obliviousness* SAGE DAMNIT SON-

Also... The Senju brothers being half Hatake.

Izuna : Aha ! We meet again rival !

Tobirama : Pardon !? since when ?! *Blushing shocked*

Izuna : Eh ??? *Confused*

Hashirama : !!! You didn't tell me Tobi ! :0

Madara : Izuna you moron ! They're half Hatake !!!

Izuna : !!! OH UM- NEVERMIND ! *blushing embarrassed*

Hashirama : Aw :'( *disappointed*

Tobirama : ... *Is secretly disappointed too*

Touka : *is laughing like a hyena*

Hikaku : *is sighing in exhaustion*

The rest of the Senjus and Uchihas fighting : *Stop fighting to observe bemused at the interaction*

During the summer where Hashirama and Madara meet... :

Madara : So are we rivals now ?

Hashirama : Ah- um... Maybe...? If you wanna, I wouldn't mind... *Is fidgeting, shy and blushing*

Madara : *looks at him confused* ???

Hashirama : I'm half Hatake...

Madara : OH- hhhhhhh... No. Sorry... *Looks away blushing, actually sad he has to say no*

Hashirama : Oh... ;'( *Sad little puppy*

[shalomniscient]

hi hi sev!! I had a thought, what about fingering Navia during the trail? It’s like so ahahndndwjjjjmamaj AHH just Navia trying to be quiet and not to squirm around on the chair. hhhhhhh yeah. 👍

cw. fingering, semi-public

ah, she’ll be so cute 🥺🥺🥺 you and navia totally have a private box, since navia’s the president of the spina. the additional privacy allows both of you to get a little frisky.

navia shoots you a glance when your hand first lands on her thigh, but she doesn’t push you away. instead she focuses her attention back on the trial, peering through one of those old-timey binoculars at the goings-on of the stage. only for her to nearly drop it when your hand hikes up her skirt to reveal her pretty thigh-highs.

she looks at you again, voice barely above a whisper when she asks you what you’re doing, but you just shrug and idly draw patterns on the hem of her thigh-high. “just focus on the trial, baby,” you reassure her, but your hand stays where it is. navia bites her lip, but does as you say.

only for her to audibly yelp when your fingers trace along her clothed cunt. her thighs snap shut around your hand and she grips your wrist, flushed from her neck to her cheeks. “here..?” she mumbles, but you can start to feel some wetness pool in her panties against your fingers.

“if you keep quiet, no one will notice,” you reassure, rubbing a knuckle on her clit, and delighting in the way navia shudders in her chair, fingers digging into the armrest. still, she doesn’t move your hand away, and you grin, leaning close to whisper in her ear. to any onlookers, it would seem like nothing more than two lovers sharing their thoughts on the trial. but navia knows better, and archons help her but she nearly whines when you whisper, “that’s my good girl” into her ear.

she tries her best, really, but there’s only so much she can stifle when you’ve pushed her panties to the side and stuffed two fingers up to the knuckle into her tight pussy. you pump and curl them expertly, your fingertips brushing against that spongy spot deep inside her with each thrust. she’s taken to biting at her palm to try and prevent her moans from slipping out, her entire chest and neck flushed, thighs trembling and leg kicking out ever so often, and it’s the hottest you’ve ever seen her.

you time it just so that when neuvilette strikes his cane against the floor, she cums all over your fingers, and her strangled moan is lost in the intensity of the iudex’s judgement. she sags against the chair when you finally withdraw your fingers, smearing her slick all over her inner thighs so she can feel her own cum when she walks out before wiping them down with a handkerchief. you have a supporting hand on her waist as you both walk out of the opera epiclese.

neuvilette, who normally comes over to speak to both of you after trials, pointedly stays away from the both of you this time.

[h3avymachin3ry]

HHhhhhh sorry if this character is hard to write for but could you maybe do The Dollmaker (Phighting) x reader where they like don't even seem to bat an eye at her bandages and aren't put off or creeped out in the slightest by her dollmaking?! :OOOO

HHhhhhh if u odon't wanna thats okay i've got a backup character (Mozelle from Regretevator x reader) if u wanna do that one instead

I LoOOO VE your writing btw it feeds the bottomless pits of my hyperfixations RAAHHHJj TY FOR EXISTING :DDDDD

(All of this is /nf btw :OOO)

୭ 🪡✂ ✧ ˚୧⋆ STITCH YOU UP! [PLATONIC]

dollmaker x gn! reader

platonic, since i dont write for the dollmaker romantically lol

hi friend!!! or tessa if you want me to call you that- I'm glad u enjoy my writing!!!!!! :)

[additional context for those who don't know, the dollmaker is a phighting character in the lore, she's in the same group as broker medkit and scythe, she has 3 dolls that speak for her.]

When The Dollmaker first met you, she expected you to ask about her bandages, or the three dolls— fury, folly, and tragedy.

It was quite the surprise when you didn't comment on the dolls, or the bandages wrapped around her body.

"Hey, you ain't gonna ask 'bout us?" Fury spoke, gesturing at Folly and Tragedy.

"Or call us creepy..?" Tragedy muttered, tugging on The Dollmaker's bandages.

"Hm? Ah, I wasn't going to, plus, it's pretty cool" You reply, shooting The Dollmaker a warm smile.

She gets attatched quite quickly, with her dolls tugging at the bottom of your pants all the time.

Usually the dolls just like nagging you.

As you sit next to The Dollmaker, watching her work on another doll, you feel a slight tug on the bottom of your shirt.

You see tragedy tugging at your shirt, you let out a soft laugh as you scoop them into your arms.

The Dollmaker loves giving you gifts!

"This is for you!" Folly exclaims, as The Dollmaker hesitantly hands you a doll, its features resembling your own.

"Oh, for me? Thank you!"

You take the doll, gently holding it as you look at The Dollmaker happily.

"Yes... thank you for being with us..." Tragedy mutters, as The Dollmaker looks at you with a warm gaze.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT. AND KINDA BAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR 2 DAYS AND I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT TODAY T_T