#ANON I CHUCKLED

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay I know that someone has to have overheard Annie and Brady’s night time conversations at some time

live reaction of major john ‘bucky’ egan listening to these two as he’s finally trying to get some goddamn shut eye:

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: nudes, mentions of penetrative sex

11:24pm jason: when does your class end again?

11:27pm jason: just saw the pictures you took on my phone last night

11:35pm jason: do you want me to call you and pretend that you have an emergency? i’ll say somebody died lol

11:45pm jason: attachment: two images

the class, that was undeniably and exhaustingly lecture heavy, was excruciating to sit in the two days a week that you did. the professor continuing to talk, reading off the powerpoint slides he presented, without a single spare elaboration.

it was exhausting every day that you had to enter the room, and as per usual, your hands had gotten tired and had the mind of their own to find your phone, smiling to yourself as you read the multiple messages from your boyfriend.

the part about him calling you made you laugh to yourself, opening the messages on your phone to view the images he had sent you.

and all too quickly, your eyes widen, heart drops, and phone slams against your desk space a little too loudly. thankfully, in the spacious and filled lecture hall, only the three students that sat near you gave you a look, to which you apologize quietly.

what a blessing it was that you were sat at the end of the row, nobody in the seat directly behind you, because if you angle your phone just right, your eyes have the ability to look at the pictures jason sent you once more. this time with awareness of just what the man had sent you.

the first, a cuter and more innocent looking one. a high angled selfie that make jason’s eyes widen naturally as he looks up to the camera, lip puckered out teasing and jokingly. the angle showing his abdomen that has no shirt covering it. a shadow underneath his pecs that make them look meaty and strong. his abs that he doesn’t have to flex, even in his sitting position protrude, ripple by ripple. his shoulders that are broad and big cover the expanse of background that you presume is desk space.

the picture alone could be saved for later when you get back home, touching yourself under covers. but you have to bring a hand to cover your mouth at the second picture he sent.

you knew what jason’s cock looked like. hell, you could describe in detail how it felt to be inside of you! but the look of it, all hard and begging for attention, does enough to make you squeeze your legs close and close your eyes for a second to bring yourself back to earth. opening to re-examine the photo.

it was lewd how his pre dripped down the sides of his length, milky lines running down along big veins that you had begun to memorize. veins that, when jason bottomed out in you slow enough, you could feel pressing against your walls. his tip that was an angry shade of red, the shade that gave you the knowledge that jason worked himself up just to take this photo for you. the shade of red that showed he had an internal battle with himself to not finish, to achingly take his hands from his cock just to flash a photo to send you as your sat rows of seats in front of your professor.

just as you swipe away from the photo, jason’s continuing to text you. his eyes reading over the read receipt that you’d left him.

12:05pm jason: might enroll in some of your classes next semester for fun

12:06pm jason: sit in the back so nobody sees and finger your pretty self under the table. wouldn’t let you wear underwear btw

12:07pm jason: i know my baby isn’t leaving me on read :(

12:08pm jason: gonna come to your place and fuck you against the window when you get back since you wanna show my cock in front of your whole class

12:08pm jason: your neighbors wouldn’t mind, you think?

the pink on your cheeks doesn’t fade as you continue reading the texts your boyfriend sends you. your eyes widening with every one delivered and heat growing embarrassingly fast in your pants. your fingers begin to find their way against your keyboard, but pause once a longer message finds your phone.

12:10pm jason: gonna fuck you so good that you drool on your window. lol it would be cute if you wore some lipstick too, wanna see how big of a mess you can make. gonna clean it rn just to show you how much of a slut you are for my cock

12:11pm jason: see you soon baby :)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

is smoker!geto real?? 🤔 i see him as the type to smoke 500 packs in one day when he’s REALLY stressed (being a mother and a cuntress 24/7 is hard work😞😞) he’d probably NEVER let you touch a cigarette tho especially if you never smoked before, he cares abt u too much </33

SMOKER!SUGU IS MY GUILTY PLEASURE. i can’t lie 😔😔 though i also love the idea of him quitting for reader….. feels like something he would do.

but. the thought of him lighting a cigarette… holding it between his fingers, blowing the smoke out slowly and speaking in a slightly raspy voice afterwards….. 😵‍💫 yeah. unfortunately he has bewitched me. you’re soooo right though, he’d never let you smoke!!! he’d get so upset with you if you tried to 💀 could be annoying but he means well… he really is just sooo overprotective and that includes protecting you from yourself + his own cigarettes. lmao.

i think he also tries not to smoke much at all when he’s around you — if you’re on a drive and he feels the urge then he pulls over at a gas station, buys you a snack and a drink, and has himself a quick little smoke break somewhere he can still see you through the car window :3c he loves you. but to reiterate i really do think he’d quit for you. especially if his smoking makes you worried or anxious…… he wants you to be happy and healthy and if he has to take care of himself to make that happen then he will!!

[canisalbus]

Your anons are always so different. You either get funny anon (like the 'pantaloons' one, I'm still thinking about that) or existential dread and misery anon.

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[exactlymaximumgarden]

19 with Schlatt!!

19. drown - cuco, clairo (link to req info here)

"doll, come on. listen to me, we can talk this out," schlatt pleads. you can barely hear him over your frenzied packing of your suitcase. he sounds desperate as he begs you to spare him just one more moment, only one, but you're too far past that limit. you've given him far more than just a moment. you've given him days, weeks, months. only now that you're slipping from his grasp does he finally try to win you back.

you'd known from the beginning of your relationship that schlatt was a workaholic. you couldn't fault him for that. hell, he loves making videos, and it pays the bills. you'd accepted that fact. and the start of the relationship was wonderful. when he wasn't making videos, he was all over you. he would drag you out of bed to take you out somewhere nice just as an excuse to spend time with you.

but the more time went on, the more distant he grew. you can't even begin to try and count the number of times you've had to sit down with him, asking him what was going on, if you did something, the works. every single time, he'd say, "sorry, doll. i'll work on it."

some work. you may have been at home living with him, but it was as if you just didn't exist to him. it's been so lonely even with him in the house.

"i've tried talking this out with you," you respond, your words coming out more curt than you intended. "so many times. i think i'm going crazy. i can't even remember the last time we had a real conversation aside from exchanging a few small words here and there. you're just... you barely have any time for me anymore. i can't keep doing this, hoping you'll come around eventually."

schlatt looks crestfallen, his lip caught between his teeth. "toots, please, i just- don't go. stay."

you, meanwhile, finish zipping your suitcase with a resigned sigh. "look. i just need some time away from you. i think it'd be best for us both," you reply coolly. in truth, it's taking a lot to even be in the same room as him. you just want to get out. it's suffocating you, almost as if you're drowning.

schlatt opens his mouth to say something, but after a moment, he shuts it. his lips press into a thin line as he draws a deep inhale. for the most part, his expression is unreadable. his hands settle on his hips, and judging by his body language, the way his eyes are darting all around the room, you can easily assume there's a whirlwind of emotion brewing inside his head right now, yet he has no idea what to do with it all. for a brief moment, the pair of you stand there, frozen.

however, schlatt is the one to break the silence. his voice comes out softer than you're accustomed to. "so is this it? we're done?"

you bite the inside of your cheek pensively. "do you want us to be?"

"of course i fuckin' don't, (y/n). do you?"

you wrack your brain for a definitive answer, yet nothing clear comes to the forefront of your mind. yeah, you're tired of being cast aside and ignored, but this is the guy that you fell head over heels in love with all that time ago. and as you meet his strained gaze, you can still see a glimmer of who he was back then. and you're stuck.

"i don't know."

schlatt's mouth flattens once more as he nods in weary acceptance. "but you're still leavin'." his words are more of a statement than a question, as if he's trying to come to terms with the reality of the situation himself.

"i am."

"for how long?"

another blank. "i don't know, jay." and a pressing silence.

"well... gimme a call, at least. so i know you're safe." you can almost swear you hear a break in his voice. "you got my number. whenever you need."

something inside you shatters at that, yet you do your best to conceal it. "i will," you say, yet you're not entirely sure how willing you are to uphold this promise.

schlatt looks like he wants to say something more, but all he can do is shake his head with a low groan. "okay," is all he musters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

okay? just okay? after everything? you take this as your opportunity to yank your suitcase behind you, stalking out of what was once your shared bedroom before you have an outburst you will undoubtedly regret later. as you make your exit, you hear schlatt's final follow up.

"i love ya, toots."

is he serious?

"okay," you mumble, slamming the front door behind you.

[linusbenjamin]

[askchilchuck]

Hello there chuckle fuckle. How is your relationship with your father and your mental health?

First of all, don't call me that. Second of all, my father passed quite a while ago, but our relationship was just fine growing up. Third of all, my mental health is none of your business, thank you very much.

[batbabydamian]

I am pretty ace but your black mask Steph is. ooouuuugh. ooooouh my god 😳😳😳 Her hairstyle. Those arms. It's like yes ma'am please I would let her do unspeakable thing to me.

LOLL but same!! 😭 and her hair was inspired by Dan Mora’s Future State design!

when i lengthened her hair, it almost felt like drawing Cloud of final fantasy HAHA

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I can’t stress this enough Sonic Prime Wrote Shadow so well, I’m gonna cry..

I love you, I love you, I love you!

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

[no-significant-askblog]

https://youtu.be/84q83skr_tk?si=wV-UiWpRUBsr9KBU

" nah . i'm not ignoring you . anyways —

quite a good piece of music , i'd say ! i could see myself listening to this during a pleasantly busy morning . thank you for accidentally sharing ~ ! "

[fragcc]

Kon: “Did you see the way I took out that robot with my TTK. I bet Tim did. He probably is dying for me to fuck his hot, tight, sweet bisexual ass.”

Bart, setting his drink down: “Is there… is there something you want to me tell me?”

CRYING SCREAMING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR‐

Kon, lifting up debris like they weight nothing: I bet Tim is probably having very bisexual thoughts right now about how easily I could just wrap my hands around his tiny waist and lift him up like he's a doll or pin him down to fuck him through the mattress until there's not a single coherent thought passing through that genius brain of his and all he can do is moan my name and beg for sweet mercy–

Kon:

Kon: why do I have a boner.

[candyheartedchy]

What season is it again ? ~

“It’s rabbit season,” Daffy insisted, fixing up the poster once more. Bugs just changed it out again. “Mmm… Dunno. Pretty sure it’s duck season.” “Rabbit season.” “Duck season.” “Rab-” “Look, I get we’re arguin’ or whatever, but I got a bear to get back to. You done?” The bunny glanced over his shoulder. Behind a tree, his pretty girl. Bella. Just watching it happen, struggling to stifle her laughter.

~ 📦/Dimension Box Anon (you can call me DeeBox) ~

I can’t help but picture Daffy being confused by this, looking at the viewer like:

Because he’s just so use to the duck/rabbit season routine 😂

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄

🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.

imagine just waltzing into a church one day. almost as if on a whim. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring this quiant little town, and the church looks pretty from afar, and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.

you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening. the church is fairly small, but paintings and sculptures and the mellow glow of beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. you take a seat and listen along, halfheartedly, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.

except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands and fingers — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.

… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.

you stick around a little longer once almost everyone has left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; he’s amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.

so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about his beliefs while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.

rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is just a little more intoxicating than you’d deem appropriate.

suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he doesn’t care for the bible as more than a literary piece, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.

he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between the two of you remains unspoken.

one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows with a protest, a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will — how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.

he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.

[ask-eden]

So wait I don't get it is Alaxia the bad guy or not?

(( I just like men who occasionally experience guilt ))

[snobgoblin]

apprentice tranny

this shit jumpscares me every time I open my ask box because I have no idea what to say to it FPYSUPFSQYP help me???

[sashkapi]

Weirdly enough, in the background of don’t make a sound, the one pizzaboy animatronic in the background at the start of the level vanishes at the end, which implies that A. That wasn’t an animatronic and B. He can change back at will.

Pizza Tower alternative ending