#I SHOULD HAVE DRAWN IT DIGITALLY DAMN

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Yesterday (and this morning) I failed to make those cute Vox's shimeji work on my pc (the lil Voxs that should run all around your desktop)

I was super sad but I did this doodle with a pen while installing and uninstalling java trying to make it work

[chkn-kit]

MAN.

[eye-spy-an-eye]

I hopped on the train and did some Ariana Griande fanart! I gave them a somewhat alt appearance since I feel like they would collect all sorts of bits and bobs. Not pictured here are chicken socks.

[velourmobius]

Mutt

resume: f!reader matches caleb’s freak.

mdni. 18+ content!!!

tags: dirty talking, scent kink, usage of gege , plenty of good girls and good boys, praises, slight puppy play, squ1rting, feasting on the kitty, f1ngering, piss kink, multiple orgasms, needy caleb, caleb comes handsfree like a loser, slightly yanderes vibes from both characters

pairing: caleb x reader

word count : 4.3k words

a/n.: i was horny and inspired by a conversation with other lads player about our smut hc’s. it’s my first fic for caleb ❤️ next up should be sylus c:

It was so wrong of you to be doing this. You tried to convince yourself that you couldn’t help your actions, that your actions were caused by how much you love him. Still, it was hard to justify stealing his silk briefs from the hamper in the bathroom.

“Aah- fuck, gege.” Your whimpers were as quiet as you could muster yourself to be.

You barely knew how you ended up in the bedroom you had in Caleb’s house. You had no idea what had led you to get on your elbows and knees, his briefs tightly secured in your fist that you pressed against your nose and mouth. You inhaled his scent, filling your lungs with it while you rubbed your sensitive clit in tight circles with your other hand. It wasn’t the first time you’ve stolen briefs but it certainly was your first time touching yourself using one. It sickened your mind that the first thought you had was “Why didn’t I do this before?”.

When you and Caleb lived at grandma’s house, you’d occasionally steal his underwear. You’d use his shirts to rub one out once in a while, but you thought that going from his underwear. His soiled underwear might be going a little too far but man, did you feel stupid for not doing this before. His musk was making you much more wet than you’ve ever been. The moment you saw that pair of undies sitting on top of all the other clothes, it was almost like the damn thing was sparkling.

You began getting wet, at that moment, recalling your misdeeds of the past. Shuddering, you grabbed it and looked it over. It was light grey, the pouch of it slightly stretched out and well used. The thing that really caught your attention was the darker spot on it. The stain made your mouth water, your mind already wandering at the feasibility of it being either a cum or piss stain. Could Colonel Xia have gotten aroused at work, thinking about a certain someone and needing relief.

It didn’t matter much more now that you were smelling it. You felt yourself get high off of it, rapidly approaching your climax. “ G-gege, aah, fuck, I’m so close.” You gasp, shoving your hand slightly down and pressing your digit against your fluttering hole. Pushing inside, you sighed happily. Instead of moving your hand, you fucked back against your finger quickly. The squelching coming from your cunt was louder than you expected, sounding so perverse that you felt your face flushing a bit more than it already was. The coil that had built up in the pit of your stomach got tighter as the seconds passed, your pace only increasing until it finally snapped.

Pushing the bundled up briefs against your face, you gasped out a long drawn out moan while your entire body jerked. A gush of wetness sprayed out of you, wetting your fresh panties way quicker than usual. Still, you weren’t satisfied. You needed more. Panting, you continued to move your hips slower. Your essence was going down your thighs, as well as dripping down your hand. Your mind was hazy, your gege’s musk making you dumb and eager for more.

And the reason behind all of your moans and squeals? He was standing by the door, having opened it slightly since he didn’t get an answer from you after he knocked on the door. Caleb was frozen in place, not budging. The moment he’d opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of you. You, with your hand shoved in your panties and fucking yourself?

That was too much, even for him. Caleb felt his brain short-circuiting, unable to believe at the sight before him. On the other hand, his dick immediately believed his sight and grew rock hard. His meimei. There she was, touching herself to him? His wildest dream was coming to life, in the most unexpected way.

The sexual tension between them had grown so strong that Caleb, certified master cuddler, had begun to refrain from indulging. He was constantly scared of popping off a boner whenever you pressed up against him for too long. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with you, but the possibility of messing up the relationship he had cultivated with you terrified him.

You’d come back to him after he made you wait, you’d forgiven him for his possessive behavior. You were almost like a saint to him. But this? Seeing you get yourself off while you moaned for him, that shattered the illusion he had of you being untouchable. You were more than a saint. You were his goddess and he was a simple humble servant.

“O-oh fuck.. Please, please, please, hah, m’cumming.”

Your moans began getting louder again, growing more desperate and needy. Caleb wasn’t faring any better than you, his hand having slipped down into his sweatpants and gripping his erection. He’d been leaking since he first caught sight of you so his strokes were quick and slick, light headed with pleasure. His strokes were growing quicker, his breathing growing heavier. He put his free hand against the door, clumsily pushing it slightly more open.

The creaking of the door was enough to get your attention, your head snapping to the source of the noise. Caleb slipped his hand out of his sweats seconds before your half lidded eyes widened, looking right into Caleb’s purple orbs and you gasped loudly, letting out a squeal.

Turning your back to him again, you buried your face in your pillow. Reaching back, you grabbed the blanket that had slid off your body. Not a word was said by neither of you, yet Caleb didn’t walk away. He stood there, looking at you unsure if walking away was the right thing to do now.

“Pips?” Caleb rasped, his voice wrecked. You swore this had to be a nightmare. It couldn’t be possible that he’d seen you? Why was he there? Why didn’t he knock on the door? Why didn’t he stop you once he saw what you were doing?! Did he hear you call out to him? Another question that you tried to bury in the layers of your complicated mind was simple and the only one who’s answer actually mattered to you - Did he enjoy watching you? - You shook your head, tightening your grip on your pillow. “Don’t say anything..” You whimpered.

“I know this is not one of the best moments, I’ll grant you that, but we hafta talk. This is..something we really need to discuss.” His voice was closer, the sound of his footsteps getting nearer. “I know you feel embarrassed. I just need to see your face and make sure you’re okay. Please, pipsqueak?” He wasn’t trying but he knew he sounded like he was begging. He needed you to look him in the eyes, so you could see all the love and desire that swirled within them. Just one glance and you’d know that if you let him, he’d be your everything. He’d be your sun and you’d be the moon he’d been chasing after for so long. “To say what, Caleb? You..This.. God, fuck me.” You grumbled, turning your head opposite of the side where he was standing.

“You have no idea how much I want to.” The words stumbled out of Caleb’s mouth, unable to hold back the retort. He watched your body tense up under your blanket, unmoving for a few seconds before you slowly peeled it back and glanced at him. “W-what..?” Now, you saw two things.

The first was Caleb looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. His cheeks were bright red, flushed like he was drunk. His eyes were looking right back into yours, a familiar emotion within them.

The second was his bulge. It was, err, larger than you’d imagined and obviously hard in his sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to hide. There was a wet patch on it and you really had to contain yourself from licking your lips. “That’s all your fault, (y/n).” Caleb’s eyes followed yours, a slightly smug look appearing in his eyes while a little grin curled his mouth up.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed at his suggestion and found it in you to pout at him. “I thought you said you just wanted to make sure I was okay.” You retorted back to him. “Yeah, I did.” Caleb sighed, sitting down at the edge of your bed. Raising an eyebrow, you looked at his broad muscular back ,then up to the nape of his neck. You wanted to muster the energy for one of your signature replies to his every action but this time, the words got stuck in your throat. “D’ya think we could’ve avoided this by being more..straight forward with each other?” Caleb asked. He did his best to suppress it, really he did, but you heard the tremor in his voice. It was like everything hung up on that single question of his.

“You mean,us being in love and skirting around it.” You threw out. Caleb’s body tensed up, watching and hearing him take a long deep shaky breath. “Yeah..Exactly that.” Even if he was facing away from you, you could see how red his ears had become. “You know.. Regardless of it all, I’ve considered myself to be yours. Only yours.” You mumbled, laying on your left side and holding your right arm out.

Your fingers reached their target once you felt the hem of Caleb’s white t-shirt, tugging on it slightly. A shuddering gasp escaped his mouth, rolling his shoulders as he took another deep breath but he didn’t budge. “Gege..” Licking your lips nervously, you grabbed the blanket that was on you and pushed it down slightly before getting on your knees. Feeling the mattress dipping behind him, Caleb couldn’t help but flinch.

He heaved a sigh, feeling your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Your breast pressed up against him, your stiffened buds flattened against his muscular back. “Fuck..” Caleb whimpered out, revealing in you pressing yourself all up on him. He immediately relaxed into your hold, groaning at you nuzzling your cheek against his hair. “ I’ll be yours. You’re the only person I’ve ever had eyes for, Caleb.” You purred, pressing a kiss on his red ear. “Be mine, gege.” This last word, the soft and suggestive tone you used, broke him entirely. He turned his head and you backed up a little, but he grabbed your chin and chased your lips.

The first kiss was chaste and soft, almost like he was afraid you’d break into a million pieces. The second though was full of yearning and lust, your hands finding the soft strands of Caleb’s hair. He smelled like home. He was your home. You bit his bottom lip gently, drinking in the gasp he let out. You took that opportunity to dip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss further and feeling Caleb’s tongue against yours. A moan slipped out of you, making Caleb’s cock throb after he finally got to hear those sweet sounds from your mouth again.

“C-caleb..” You cooed, pressing your forehead against him. “Yeah..?” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “You…want to help me out? With what I was doing before you rudely interrupted me.” You chided, a light playful tone to your voice. You didn’t even finish your sentence and your very own puppy boy was nodding furiously, almost throwing himself on his knees and looking up to you eagerly.

All that missed was his furry ears and tail to complete the look. “Please..” He groaned, watching you move closer to the edge of the bed and sitting there with your legs spread. After a quick reflection, you placed one of your legs on his shoulder to give him more space for him to admire what was between your legs. Your panties, useless with how wet they’ve been, clung to your puffy pussy while you sensitive clit throbbed. Your poor empty hole was clenching around nothing, your walls dying to have something inside.

Caleb was staring at you, eyes boring into your panty clad cunt. Now that he was getting a closer look, he was mesmerized at how drenched and sloppy you’d been for him. “That’s all fo’ me, pips? I make you this wet without even touching you.” Caleb murmured, pressing a kiss on your thigh and falling in love all over again after your entire body shuddered.

His kisses only grew more greedy, sucking on your skin and leaving hickeys. He chased those with various bite marks, leaving a reminder of who you belonged to. “S’ all mine. You’re mine.” Caleb growled, nipping at your skin. You whimpered, moaning softly at his touches while you felt your core aching. “You’ve gotten so much more wet, pips. Do you like getting marked by your gege? People will know that you’re my possession, my precious girl.” Caleb’s darkened gaze was almost hypnotizing, making you feel you were falling into the abyss of them.

With glazed eyes, you watched him inch toward his target and stop once he was facing your pussy. You squirmed when you felt his warm breath fanning against your damp panties, making them slightly cooler against your burning core. Without a single word from him, you felt his tongue flattening against your leaking slit and he licked a broad strip, flicking the tip of his tongue against your sensitive swollen clit. The way you arched your back off the bed and moaned loudly had your new lover quivering with newfound pleasure. “You taste so good..” Caleb noted, grabbing the seat of your panties and pushing it to the side to give it a direct lick. A shuddering breath came out of your mouth, feeling Caleb lapping at your pussy greedily.

He wrapped his arm around the leg that was on his shoulder, tugging you closer to him. “G-gege, it feels so good. Ah, fuck, keep going, please..” You cried out, hips bucking onto his face. The coil in your abdomen was growing tighter with every lick and suck Caleb gave you. The moans that reverberted against your pussy made your eyes roll back and your jaw slack, gripping the sheets with one hand and the other buried in Caleb’s air. You did everything in your power to not break eye contact with him, his steady gaze on yours while he ate you out like a man starved. Your grip on his hair tightened after he moved back slightly, using his middle and ring finger to spread your lips. “So pretty f’me, sweets. I think your greedy little hole needs to be filled, am I wrong?”

Thinking has become too hard and formulating. Your mouth only opened to let out the softest coos and moans, exclusively for Caleb’s ears. “P-please, gege, m-more.” You rasped, feeling his nose bumping against your swollen clit while his tongue teased your entrance. “When you sound so sweet, I can’t possibly say no to you.” Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry, eyes wide open and inhaling sharply.

You were about to come apart on him, trying your best to hold on. Your efforts proved to be in vain when your vision went white, every muscle in your body tensing up once you felt Caleb’s press his tongue inside your clenching hole. Another squirt escaped your body, splashing on him and he greedily drank you up. You made a strangled noise, making your new lover look up to you and he took in the most beautiful sight of his life. “You came so good for me, baby. What a good girl you are.” Here you were, coming apart because of him. Your glassy eyes, mouth agape with a hint of drool spilling from it. “Aah..Haah..F-fuck.” You stuttered. Your body was shuddering, clenching hard around his tongue. You let out a soft sigh when you felt Caleb’s hand caressing your face, making you look at him.

His beautiful purple eyes were almost completely engulfed in black, gazing back at you with more desire than you’d ever seen from someone else. “I love you.” Caleb cooed, blinking slowly at you. As sweet and pure those words were, his actions were nothing but. Your gege began to fuck his tongue in and out of your hole, eating you out earnestly while you moaned up a storm, exclusively for his ears. His nose was pressing up against your puffy clit, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You bucked your hips against his face, tight grip on his soft hair while you grinded against him. You heard him hum and groan against your cunt, pulling his tongue out of your fluttering pussy and sucking your sensitive bud into his mouth instead.

Your free hand gripped the sheets, tightening your hold on Caleb. You repeated his name like it was prayer, mewling and moaning. He was rocketing you toward another powerful orgasm while he let two of his thick fingers play and tease your entrance. “ Come on, baby. You're gonna cum for me again, right? Be good for me and hold on, okay?” Caleb purred, dipping his digits inside of your tight cunt. He groaned, feeling your wet walls clinging and fluttering around his fingers. He watched how you threw your head back, exposing the column of his neck and reminding him that he’d have to mark that up too before sending you back to work. “Just like that!” You squealed, his fingers rubbing against the spongy spot inside of you.

“Aah.. This spot feels nice for you, doesn’t it?” Caleb teased, slowly fucking his fingers inside of you until he was knuckle deep. “More. I-I need more, please.” . You squirmed, feeling so much more full than you’d ever been with your own fingers. Instead of responding verbally, he opted for sucking your clit back into his mouth while he fucked his fingers into your pussy at his pace. He closed his eyes for a few moments, listening to how your pussy squelched whenever he shoved his fingers inside or feeling how your cunt was literally dripping so much that his hand was soaked all the way down to his wrist. Whenever your cunt would start pulsating around his fingers, he’d slow down and lessen the suction around your clit.

“Caleb!” You whined, trying to grind against his face. “Why are you edging me? I want to cum!” He opened his eyes and looked at you, a dark look that was unfamiliar swimming in his orbs and that scared you a little. “You’ve let other men touch you, haven’t you? You let them defile your perfect self. Now that I got you right here, I’m gonna make sure that the only man you’ll ever think about is gonna be me and me only.” His possessive tone sounded exhilarating to you, his eyes looked unfocused and crazy while he glanced at you. “So, you’ll be a good girl and you’ll wait until I’m done feasting. Your pussy is mine, like the rest of your body.” You nodded furiously at his words, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He continued edging you, bringing you close to your breaking point while he bit your inner thighs, licking his bites lovingly after each one. Bruises were already starting to form while the ache between your legs only seemed to grow.

“You’re being so good for your gege. You’re soaked for me, so close to cumming, hmm?” He asked, already knowing the answer but feeling the need to tease you further. You let out a string of curse and mumbled words, trying your hardest to muster up your words. Sadly for you, each time you tried to speak, Caleb would scissor his fingers inside of you and make you lose your train of thoughts.

“Do you want to cum, baby? You wanna cum on gege’s fingers, don’t you?” He asked, blowing air on your clit and watching you jolt. You nodded rapidly, the arousal so heavy that you almost felt drunk on it. “ Words, love.” Caleb noted. You did your best to think words up, feeling like he’d taken everything from you while he was fucking his fingers, in and out, of you. “Need to cum, please, Caleb? Let me cum for you. I promise you'll be the single man, no, person, in my mind. I-I need it, please.” You begged, tears threatening to roll down your flushed cheeks. Your childhood friend felt all the moisture in his mouth dry up, feeling you tighten up around his digits.

He resumed the relaxed pace he was using earlier, slowly increasing his speed while you moaned up a storm. You’d let go of Caleb’s hair to grip your breasts with both of your hands, rolling up your shirt and rolling your nipples in your fingers. Caleb’s neglected throbbing cock was aching painfully against his sweats, twitching every few seconds while he touched you. The sight of you fondling your own nipples was hotter than he’d ever imagined, so lewd and perverse. “Alright, love. You wanna cum for me? Let it all out for me. I’ll take what you got for me.” Caleb whispered, flicking his tongue against your clit before giving it a final suck and a nibble of his teeth.

Your back arched off the bed, a scream ripped out of your throat while you squirted against his face. Your vision faded to white, your heart buzzing in your ears while he had your edged out release all over his face and tongue. Your entire body was sticky, covered in sweat while your pussy spasmed wildly. “Good girl, what a good girl you are.” Caleb cooed, his breath shaky as he felt his cock throbbing hard in his pants, right on the verge of cumming. He fucked you through your orgasm, watching the tremors of your body slow down while you slowly began relaxing until you were limp in his grasp. “You taste so f’ckin good, babe.” He growled, lapping at your pussy. “C-caleb, stop or.. I n-need to go use the..” You gasped, feeling the painful pang of your filled bladder.

You didn’t need to finish your sentence. Caleb’s lips curled up in a grin, pressing his mouth against your pussy while he pressed his hand down at the base of your abdomen . A shocked sob escaped your lips, a weak stream of piss shooting out of your urethra and into his waiting mouth. The stream quickly turned larger, filling his mouth with the bitter liquid that Caleb swallowed down greedily. You wanted to be grossed out, really you did, but there was something so arousing about him wanting everything that came out of you.

With a loud pop and soft kiss on your pussy, he placed his chin on your mound and looked at you with his mouth still slightly full. His glittering purple eyes ,satisfied and hazy, with everything he’d squeezed out of you. His mouth was still half-full, slowly drinking all of you. You couldn’t just let him have this, your competitive nature rearing its head because of the stupid smug grin on his handsome face. “Come on, puppy. Swallow it all up. I didn’t mark my territory on your face for you to not drink it all up.” You breathed, caressing Caleb’s cheek and dragging your manicured nails on it.

Never did he think those sick depraved words would be all he needed to be pushed toward his own release, painting the inside of his sweatpants with thick ropes of creamy cum while his dick jerked and throbbed handsfree. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy, Caleb.” A lazy grin plastered on your face, watching how your gege’s face was twisted up in pleasure, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes squeezed tight. He panted against your skin, trying to steady himself, his legs feeling like jello.

It took him a little while but soon enough, he climbed up in bed with you even if his nether’s felt uncomfortable with his cooling release. Laying on his back, you straddled his hips and caught the confused look on his face. “Give me your phone.” You asked quietly. He didn’t question and handed it to you, watching how you fiddled with it for several minutes before handing it back to him. “What did you do, pips?” He asked, not even bothering to check your handy work as it would take away from his time admiring you.

“ I installed a tracker on your phone and deleted every single contact that isn’t relevant to your job.” You said, a slightly wild look piercing through your calm gaze. “You’re mine, Caleb. You don’t need anybody else but me, right? You don’t need to talk to anyone, just me.” Your obsession looked back at you, his smile slowly growing. The implication of what you’d just done sinking into him rapidly and his only reaction was to give you the biggest grin he could muster.

“Alright, pipsqueak. That’s only fair since I spy on you. Later, I’ll delete all the male contacts you got. If you need help on missions, wait for me instead of that Xavier guy you told me about. I hate other men talking to you. They can’t help you like I can.” Caleb sat, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You buried your face in his muscular neck, licking a stripe of it before sucking at the hot skin and biting it harshly.

“Aah,so now it’s your turn? Go on ahead, baby, mark me up. People need to be aware that I’m your property.” He moaned, putting his hand against the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair ,and keeping you there. Needless to say, Caleb felt himself growing harder quickly with your actions. You didn’t stop until he was covered in red, purple and blue bruises all over his neck, chest and..other parts. Your puppy though, loved every single moment and was nothing but a very good boy.

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"When's the next time I can see you?" You were hesitant to ask, considering he had a busy schedule and the last thing you wanted was to sound so desperate and needy or trying to squeeze herself somewhere in his busyness.

But Jason, however, was willing to work around that, for you.

"Whenever you want to see me," he observes you fishing through your purse for your keys.

When you've already had them in your hands, you lock eyes with him about to say something in response. When you look up and lock eyes with him, you feel stuck underneath his striking gaze. Your head tilts in adornment. The beautiful sparkling blue was darker than before. Striking and alluring all at once. You wanted to look away, but were too drawn in. He gave you the kind of look that should intimidate you. The kind of look that makes you feel like you're seen thoroughly.

The kind of look that should warn you that now may not be the time, that you should wait it out, see if this is something you both want. If you were something he truly wanted. It was the kind of glare that admired every little detail along your face, the kind that made one's mind think of unholy thoughts when put under a spell of attraction and lust. And while removing the curl from your face, the feeling of his fingertips brushed along the side of your face made you want to lean into his touch. Your eyes begin to shift between orbs.

"Stop looking at me like that." You whispered, not intending to but by the proximity you both were in you felt so shy and small before him. A light smile curls to the end of your lips as you feel his hand smoothly slip into yours, his long digits slipping between the space of your own to then grip your hand gently, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand to ease your jumbled nerves.

He cocks a brow in amusement. "Like what?" He was acting clueless now, innocent, as if his eyes weren't just undressing her and thinking about pinning her against this damn door.

"I'm just looking." He states, with feign innocence.

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, one that knew exactly what he was doing but simply wanted to tease you just to see you squirm and act all shy.

"No," you shake your head slowly, smiling a little, "you're not just looking, you're looking... catch the difference?" You ask with a squint tilting your head like a dog trying to figure out the puzzle.

Can he tell the difference?

He chuckles.

"Could you honestly blame a guy? It's kinda hard not to when you're looking like this." He says lowly whilst eyeing you entirely.

"Mm, mhmm," you nodded slowly, humming in understanding and feeling your cheeks heat up as you rubbed your glossy lips inward.

He wanted to kiss you.

Your mocha glossy lips were just calling his name.

The night was only young, and so far, a simple hug, hand holding and brushing of the shoulders and knees were the only contact you had both received.

You were enticing, tempting in the most intoxicating way.

He didn't have the right to force you into anything if you weren't ready, he had self control but he was trying his damn hardest not to smash his lips on yours. You were so beautiful and he loved everything about you from the inside out. You were pure, genuine and sweet. How could he pass on an opportunity like this.

You were the prime example of treasure.

He didn't want to come off as pushy or crude, eager, he wanted to still figure you out, sense if the vibes were there or if he was just imagining things...

But...you wanted him to, just as badly as he wanted you.

This tension between you was getting out of hand, it was making your body weak, anticipating for him to just take the lead.

All night, any time he did something so sexy of the bare minimum or his hand was along some part of your body, your thighs were clenching and unclenching like clamps. Your mind swirling like a tornado. Heart beating at a 110.

If you were being honest this whole "taking it slow" thing was starting to fade in the background.

The more y'all stood before each other, staring into each other's eyes. Hunger and thirst, consumed you. The more you wanted him to touch your sizzling body and take you right here, right now.

The more you were deeply invested at the idea of his touch and the taste of his mouth.

You wanted to know what his hands would feel like roaming all over your body, up the split of your dress to the band of your black lacy thong where he could possibly dip his fingers between your soaking folds and feel the heat cupping at the palm of his hand.

You were curious of how his lips would feel against yours. On your neck, where he could feel the pulsating surface against his tongue as he tastes your coco butter lotion along his buds. To hear your whiney wishes and breathy moans sing in his ears as his fingers thrust into your sobbing hole.

To feel your warmth surround him, coat him with your arousal and treating you with delicate care.

Shit, you were dripping just at the thought of it.

You didn't realize your eyes were nowhere near his face as you felt your body heat up by the promixety of his body. You noticed his fingers gripping your chin gently to push your head up and meet his gaze.

Of course there was lust and longing pooling in his but there was also a deep need for you that you couldn't describe in words.

His thumb brushed along your bottom lip as he examines the gloss smearing with each swipe, he hums, "They're so pretty." He addresses subtly, not caring that something so sinful might slip from his lips or that his words might be blunt for the moment.

He could practically hear your breathing become irregular, not out of fear, but expectancy.

"They would be even prettier with your lips on them." You say bluntly, not expecting those exact words to spill from your mouth and speak in such a soft and sultry tone...

But it gained his attention, didn't it?

A subtle smirk arises to his lips.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart? For me to kiss you?"

"yeah, but...you want it just as much as I do, don't you?" Your bodies were pressed against one another with his hands planted at your hips, wanting nothing more than to inch closer to the roundness of your ass but keeps it respectful.

"Hm," he groans, clenching his jaw, "I don't wanna rush." He says leaning his forehead against yours, watching as your noses bump against one another.

"That's fine," you promised, "we don't have to, we can take it slow." Your smile is appreciative, glad that he was still considerate, stroking your thumbs along his pink tinted cheeks, "and if we do, then...that's okay too, I give you permission to be gentle and caring with me and making me feel good."

With acceptance and consent, he leaned in to attach his lips to yours. Jason didn't feel you hesitate nor flinch at the soft, plush of his lips. You completely welcomed him, invited him to take the lead. It was deliciously slow and deep, you could taste the white wine on each other's tongue as he slithered between your lips.

God, did his tongue feel heavenly on yours, I mean everything felt heavenly to you but this felt different.

You felt your back press against the door. Your hands dragging along the plains of his shoulder blades, fingers wrinkling his button up with their grip to eventually move towards the napes of his hair. His hands, calloused and warm, venture near the split of your dress, just how you predicted it.

Your leg creeps up around his hip pulling him closer when you feel his hand caressinc up underneath your thigh to then knead up around it towards your hip bone.

He frowns.

At first, he thought you weren't wearing anything, but the more he investigated beneath your dress, the more he felt the band beneath the pads of his fingers. You detect the way his fingers drag closer and closer to your center, the prolonged feeling made you antsy and eager for him to just touch you already.

"Jason--"

"Shh, I know." He smirks chuckling to your pleas.

He starts to run along your clothed center, feeling a wet patch of your arousal stick to your clit. Just like his lips, his fingers roamed. Consumed by his warmth and affection, you neglected the fact that you were still in the hall way of your apartment complex.

Clearly neither of you cared if anyone spotted you getting fingered down by the most charming yet feared man in the city. Or that you were calling his name between bated breathes, letting him know just how good he was making you feel, how badly you needed him.

And you would whine, beg for him to just take you.

And although he wanted to react in shock, he plays it cool. Planting a kiss to your lips, he pulls away with the simple instruction to "Open the door, baby" before licking your juices off his fingers.

The moment the door was open welcomed by dim lighting from the lamp by your couch you squeal in surprise by the feeling of his strong hands hosting you up over his shoulder, kicking the door shut with his foot and carrying you to the bedroom.

Piece by piece, articles of clothing are discarded. The room was filled with loud moans of his name stuck on repeat, the headboard banging against the wall, rounds upon rounds, you were positive your neighbors were probably fed up with your shenanigans by now. Cursing underneath their breaths. Wondering who in the hell this "Jason" could be and why he was fucking you at this time of the night.

By the fifth round, you were both fucked out. Sheets in a disarray, skin to skin contact with their bodies aligned, breathes calmed down.

With the window cracked open for the city's noise to seep through, the warm wind blowing past the curtains and the fan blowing lightly on rotation. You were both in and out of sleep, in a daze, contently satisfied with knowing this was gonna be a forever thing.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[blakesinclair]

Hello. Power eventually came back, and I finally finished drawing. Is it the best thing ever? No. Am I proud of it anyway? Mostly. I've drawn pretty much completely digital for a few years now and it was quite the experience to get back into.

This is my Darlin' oc. Their name is Sage. I can answer more questions if you have them but right now, I should sleep.

You can still see the damn guidelines just ignore it pls im too tired to fix it

[ferronite]

talk. talk about the creatures👁👁

Talk about whatever you want, I saw your last post~

eheh~

Well, currently in the process of drawing something for one of them (Daniel II to be specific!)

Referring to a combo of the Irregularities, and also the Other Things: the Deities/Gods/Divinities (names vary depending on where you are)!

The Divinities are... widely considered gods but are closer to manifestations of whatever concept they're formed from. They all used to be human at some point, but uhh... current level of human may vary. If someone has an incredibly strong conviction about a thing when they die, and that "spot" hasn't already been taken, they ascend to embody said thing!

Do i have any examples... most of them are really old so uh. Don't mind that! Shitty old art warning ahead!

Unfortunately 2023 F was a coward and mostly drew the humanoid ones. (The three digital ones are all 2023 drawings. Damn.) And yeah, Corruption's there - though they're a special case

Dan is getting a redesign tho! As are several others~

Irregularities are... well, our brand of abnormalities/scps/weird lab creatures. You see, if someone has the conviction that would cause them to ascend but their spot is taken, they would normally just... well, die as usual. But if they die via a part of a deity's power (normally an actual body part), they instead absorb that power and... partially ascend. Weaker than the actual deities, still functionally immortal, but are significantly less stable. I've drawn more of them, but again the arts pretty old and suffers the same skill issue of old F just refusing to draw less humanoid stuff:

Theres... a lot to say about these guys but I'll save stuff for separate posts cuz I should probably make something that's better structured. (Also yeah that is Kaylen there. No he's not an Irregularity he's just on that page ig.)

[clatterbane]

The hard-earned medical PTSD around the diabetes has actually been gnawing at me pretty hard again. I got assigned to a new endocrinologist, since the one I was seeing moved back to Croatia.

So, this one already just switched my fast-acting insulin prescription to a cheaper generic without saying anything--which would be fine, except there were actual dosage reasons that I was prescribed the other format to begin with. I figured I might be able to get that fixed through the portal, explaining the deal there--but, there's not really much point!

Because I then got an appointment e-summons for the end of the month, with a confusing bloodwork note attached. (They're not sending a physical form this time? It's somehow supposed to be available digitally?! Where and how, or wtf to do at all, is not explained. This is the first time ever for this to come up, and I've gotten too much blood drawn here!)

I mean, I knew this was coming at some point. I would have to see whatever endo they gave me, which is sobering enough in itself. Unknown doctors are always enough of a threat to your life and wellbeing--even more so when they're gatekeeping important shit like insulin--much less when you're already feeling jerked around in a couple of ways before you've even met them.

That is sadly not exaggeration. Source: My entire medical history around diabetes back in the UK. Didn't make it out with both legs, and I'm only alive because I am so damned stubborn.

Will this one be a giant asshole? That remains to be seen. Have I been nervous about the idea of going in to find out since I got the appointment notice? You betcha.

I just want them to keep out of my way and reliably give me my insulin. Up to this point, they have mostly been doing that because whatever I've been doing has consistently led to unexpectedly good numbers. I really hope this is not going to be one of the controlling ones who looks for things to browbeat you over (even if it's their own stupid assumptions about What You're Doing All Wrong), tries to ride your ass about your weight and/or food intake compared to whatever they have decided is Right, decides to interrogate you about every random out-of-range reading they spot over the past 6 months (what bad choices were you making at 4:06 p.m. on February 5?), and/or just goes changing treatments that are working great around for no good reason. There are so many other shitty possibilities, but those do seem to be common diabetes failure modes. Regardless of type.

At any rate, we shouldn't always have to be ready for some kind of fight, just going into the damned doctor's office. This should not have such a high chance of turning adversarial. Just trying to stay alive and healthy as possible here, thanks!

[yukopikopiko]

Imagine having 1000 ideas for Nuzi art and not being able to draw it bc I suck at drawing digitally.

Amazing Nuzi artists : uhhhh I ran out of ideas …

Me: i has many but i cannot draw good 😭

Damn should I just give my ideas away??? Yes I should :3

I want my ideas to be drawn honestly. I pray to god that nuzi artists see this so I can start giving them ideas for doodles 😭❤️

My first idea was Uzi and n in a restaurant and Uzi is basically feeding N I IMAGINED IT AND IT WAS CUTE.

[asmoshoebox]

you know i love those dash simulator posts but it would be silly to make one for bvm haha

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cashier at hot topic yesterday said he liked my shoelaces but he seemed really genuine and i was wearing my boots with the gay laces so i just fistbumped him and walked away. do i deserve to be drawn and quartered over this minor social faux pas yes or no

#prev LMFAO #keep doing it

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the only thing worse than applying for jobs is interviewing for jobs what the fuck was that phone call ??????? i swear the guy (?) sounded like they were literally dying. prolly just a smoker though 💀 i hope this gig works out man i dont feel great about it

#the good news is my bubbe is coming to see us next week :) #becks personal log

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WHY THE FUCK IS GAS SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE IM GOING TO EXPLODE EVERYONE ON THIS DAMN PLANET

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they don't know this post is about the hearse running out of gas on the turnpike last week. with. you know. things. inside of it

#wtf misnis

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dude qhat if there was a way to make like. so so you knwo how money s madeup right .well wht if it was worse

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#who keeps bringing this back lmao cryptocurrency is already dead

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girl help there's a cosplayer on the bus rn in FULL monster mode it's SO FUCKING COOL and also HOT

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they did like an eldritch double face thing and the makeup is impeccable, it looks so real that i just. i just wanna lick it. "i saw you from across the bus and think you're super intimidating, can i bite you?" but genuinely !!!!!!!!! also they're like suuuper gnc which makes it one morbillion times sexier. god. definitely drawing them when i get home

#woagh that sounds rad as hell. and soooo valid op #like. i just want to eat a demon out and die with its talons inside me #and frankly i dont think thats too much to ask

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"oh, i don't think you're ready yet," he says, pressing a broad, calloused finger against your dripping cunt. "i wouldn't want to hurt you, after all.....

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new blog same fat wet manhole! they will never kill me in a way that matters!

#asmo originals archive #i miss my old url smh

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rly loved the dusk over campus tonight 🦇

#omg slay #gothcore #goth #aesthetic #alt aesthetic

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#bestie why are you polling tumbler about this #personally id keep it #makes a great tactile stim

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might change my name again. i like damien but it just doesnt feel like me anymore idk idk

#i dont understanddd it just feels Wrong #sometimes i feel like theres really smth wrong with me man #and not in the goth way #like im goth i know that but being a goth guy is just. blegh #goth girls just have so many more options for looks it's not fair

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We're coming.....and we hope you will too...

This Saturday at the Moonbeef Cafe in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania

#BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

[alphagodith]

wizard requests!

see that button up there that says "Ask Alpha(wzrd reqs open)"? that's my ask box, and 'wzrd reqs' is short for 'wizard requests'! what that means is, you can send me a drawing request, prompt, or question for one of my favorite wizards via that button, and i will draw it/the character answering it, for you, for free! (but if you enjoy my art, tips are certainly appreciated)

applicable wizards;

wizardmon/wizarmon from digimon adventure (1999) anime and xross wars manga

vivi ornitier from final fantasy ix (9)

lonely wizard/blue mage/lonely wizbot from inscryption (the video game)

my own wizardmon oc, who is an au/fan continuation of the canon one, from a wish fulfillment/self-ship fanfic of mine that i probably will never publish despite it being pretty damn detailed. tldr of the fic is that ghost-seeing self-insert brings wizardmon back to life after the canon story ends. everyone is all grown up, digital world is at peace, and wiz has been dead for a bit over 10 years. has 'what does it mean to be human/alive', 'light cannot exist without dark', and 'learning to live for yourself' themes.

my wizgato fusion

my wizardmon/vivi ornitier fusion

and maybe suggestions for other wizardmon fusions- tho be aware the rights to the designs i create stay with me. if you want me to design something for YOU to use/own, you'll have to do it as an actual commission, not an ask box request.

the only requirements for requests are that you be polite, the main focus be one of the aforementioned wizards, and the prompt be brief enough that it leaves some room for me to interpret it my own way. other than that, anything goes! i might twist an idea that makes me uncomfy into one that doesn't, or post something against tumblr tos elsewhere instead of in the ask response, but i won't judge.

these are not fully custom illustrations- i am not drawing a specific scene based on a detailed description. you're just giving me an idea to play with. if you want something super specific, or more detailed and polished than a sketchy doodle, you'll need to pay for a commission. you also do not have permission to upload these doodles on your own accounts- only reblog or otherwise share direct links to my own post.

and no, anon is not on, because people always abuse it. however, if you are shy and just don't want your name publicly attached to your request, or don't want me to verbally/textually respond to the ask and just want the art, you can mention in your ask that you want to be anon and i will post my 'answer' with your name and avatar cropped out. (but you should make sure to check the tag regularly and/or have dms open so i can send it to you, since you won't get a ping/notification when i post it like you would with a regular, non-anon ask)

all asks are tagged 'ask alpha' and wizard requests are also tagged 'wzrd req' and/or 'wizard request doodle'. you can also find more wizard (and other) art by me under 'drawn by alphagodith' if you want to see what a more polished piece by me looks like.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Two friends.

Fell and Lust discover they had similar inner demons, and make progress working through them tonight.

This is entirely platonic.

[TW! Implied SA, implied CSA, internalized victim blaming, swearing, smoking!]

Fell and Lust were both sprawled out on opposite ends up the couch. Lust had dried tears on his face and Fell had a cigarette in his mouth, smoke gently swirled in the air.

"...So you... were... also..." Lust's voice was so tired, exhaustion took him over as Fell gave a gruff 'mhm'.

"...Damn, I-I thought it was bad on my end... but you were a kid?" Fell replied, glancing over to the skeleton on purple, who shrugged.

"Too be fair... atleast I've acknowledged I didn't... particularly do anything to deserve that..." Lust have a soft glare at Fell, not an angry one, but one that said 'I know you're denying it was as bad as it was.'

Damn, he really is good at even reading his own expression.

"No shit, you were a kid." The one in red decided on, leaning back into the couch.

"...And you were still a victim. Red." He sighed. "Being an afult... doesn't make it any better."

"Maybe," Red huffed. "But bein' below double digits makes it worse."

There was a short silence, followed by Lust going, "Red, you were still a victim.. I-I don't think we should be playing who got it worse..."

"Heh, still wanna find the bastard who did that to ya." He spoke with a grim chuckle, passing another tissue over to Lust.

As Lust reaches out for it, instead he gently took Fell's hand, getting his attention on him finally. "The hell?-" He muttered.

"It's not your fault."

Lust spoke with a gentle tone, it was a caring one. And yet Fell just gave a weird look to him, "I know?"

"No, Fell." A bit sterner. "It is not your fault. You are not to blame for it."

Fell pulled his hand back, looking down at it. "...I know that, damn.."

Lust frowned. "...Do you?" He finally took that tissue, wiping old makeup and fresh tears alike, voice edging on cracking. "Do you think that.. even if it isn't your fault it happened, y-you think you're still to blame for not stopping it?"

Fell sputtered, "Where the hell did that come from?"

Lust went quiet, "...Your expression, I suppose."

A pang of worry, and near guilt—Oh, and mild agitation shot into fell. "Is that where all that came from?"

Lust shrugged, adjusting to sit on the couch with his knees held up to his chest. "...I don't think you're to blame for anything of that degree."

"Do you think you are though?" He tucked a hand in his pocket, other fidgeting with getting the cigarette into a half way filled can of water.

"I... think you and I are blaming ourselves for different things relating to what happened." Lust eventually verbalized, voice growing sadder, as Fell frowned.

"...Alright, c'mere." He awkwardly opened one arm, much to the surprise of Lust. Though after a quick dumbfounded stare, he found himself crawling right up againest Fell.

"...I think you right pal, I think there's shit I should've done to stop it. And I think I still don't understand how the hell you could manage to blame a kid, even if it's yer'self." There was a drawn out pause, as he wrapped an arm around Lust's shoulder. "But I think I see where yer going with the 'ain't my fault' thing."

Lust made a small whine, "...Is it bad to blame myself?" He whispered out

Fell would've raised an eyebrow if he had any, but he didn't. "Morally, or just plain bad for you?"

"Morally." Lust mumbled. And now Fell just realized he can't just shit talk himself and then justify Lust... damn, he's being forced to allow himself some slack.

"Nah, definitely gonna wreck your mental health—But blamin' yourself ain't the same thing as blamin' someone else." Lust sighed, nodding.

"...Do you understand that too?"

Fell sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Guess so? Ya kinda backed me into 'yer damn self love corner." He said with a chuckle, and that got Lust to laugh as well.

"O-Oh dear, we are far from self love..." He giggled, and had a sad smile... "...But I... would like to get there."

Fell paused, "..Ya, me too."

[Authors note! Might extend this if I post on a03!]

[bellhopping]

merry christmas fellas, here's my little summary of art

Generally I'd say I've improved a lot throughout this year. Got a proper drawing tablet, switched drawing programs, finally begun working on using more then one type of brush... it's certainly been journey! A journey with many ups and downs, but one I am glad I went on anyhow.

Under the cut is individual uploads of every piece of art in this image, alongside a writeups about their creation. Cheers!

[1/25/23, Medibang Paint]

Starting off with a pretty alright one, drew this to commerate the release of a game I'd been interested in for the past 4 or 5 years. I think it could use some tweaks, but for something drawn in mobile medibang I'm still pretty proud of it.

[N/A, N/A]

This is where my february drawing would go... IF I HAD ONE !!!

I did not draw much digitally in February, on account of my tablet randomly breaking right at the start of the month. I did draw some stuff traditionally, but I don't feel like fishing it out at this moment lol

[3/31/23, Krita]

One of my first proper drawings in krita, and of a character I should really draw more of. This was made for trans day of visibility & comes with a trans pride palette to boot, though I ended up choosing the normal palette since the other one kind of sucks. Also could've done better on the posing, but I was still getting used to the ins & outs of drawing tablet usage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[4/22/23]

Drawing I made for earth day, honestly a solid contender for best thing I've drawn all year. I did pretty good on the pose, still dig the background a fair bit, & overall think the piece came out damn cool!

[5/12/23, Krita]

An expirement with line thickness, featuring one of my favorite ocs. Despite it's roughness you can tell I had gotten a hang of Krita's core functions by now.

[6/17/23, Krita]

Cover art for the prolouge of CAT-Astrophe Comic, the webcomic my brother & I have been working on. Overall been really happy with my work on the comic so far, I've slowly but surely been getting better at each part of the process and am still making good progress on pages n such ^^

[7/9/23, Krita]

Fanart of a character from a game, drawn for my pal Rinbin after they bought me Rain World. This single handedly inspired me to draw more robots, definitely one thing I 100% intend to follow up on next year.

[8/1/23, MS Paint]

Drawn based off of someone elses post, I don't remember what it was really. Honestly still really damn proud of everything in this!!!

[9/7/23, Krita]

Drew some snakes/snake adjacent pokemon for snektember. I'd say this is around the point where I "mastered" krita, by this point I actively knew how to use a majority of featues & had even begun downloading outside brushes.

[10/20/23, Krita]

Overhaul of a character I made & barely used in 2022, her name is now Olive. I based the whole squidog thing off of something in a dream.

[11/26/23, MS Paint]

Fanart of a webcomic I really fucking like !!!!! Not much more to say I just really dig this one, fucking love drawing in MS Paint.

[12/20/23, Krita]

And, as if to repeat last year, I end this one with a DreamSide main cast image!

Really proud of how much all of my designs have improved throughout the year, from the small tweaks to gigantic overhauls! I finally feel ready to take the next step forward, so to speak.

And that's everything! Thank you all for your time, and accompanying me on this journey. It was certainly a rough one in many aspects, but every year is rough for me so I've gotten used to it. See you all later :>

[shittyclive]

brief overview of my post UF/LF comic idea. thing. if people were interested. sorry if this is hard to follow i have disorders !!!

basically. i wanted to give extra character development to flora (and clive!) (i really like clive! sorry! you cant. you cant avoid him. i made this blog ABOUT HIM.) because as many people are aware. floras writing. is Bad.

i thought i could probably fix this by having flora and clive butting heads for an entire investigation (with flora actually pretty mad at him and clive feeling guilty but unwilling to drop his shitty guy facade) and also in general giving flora a spotlight! luke is in america but he sends letters to the professor and flora (and clive. i guess.), and he also gives them a phone call from time to time now that layton finally got a god damn phone in his office.

"why is clive not in fucking jail???" uhhh shenanigans. what if he just got sentenced to 2000 puzzles (this is more than all the puzzles in each mainline game combined) and layton volunteered to keep an eye on him. thats pretty much what i'm rolling with and i think its funny. clive Hates this arrangement, he thinks its Stupid and that he should be given much harsher punishment. which is true. i can give him so much guilt. anyways. basically he does jobs for the professor (paperwork, going through letters, tidying up) with flora.

the professor is There. i would like him to realise hes been hurting flora by leaving her out (even if thats technically for her own benefit). he has been pressured into letting her go on his latest mystery solving trip to Snowsburgh, a little town in laytonverse scotland that i made up. theyve been having weird robberies and the police (incompetent) cannot figure out whos DOING this. so someone sent a letter.

layton also brings along one of his students, my oc/self insert vincent (pretty much uses any pronouns). WHY? vincent is from snowsburgh and layton would rather not be a lost little bitch on this particular outing also i have to introduce gay people to the laytonverse with my blue hair and pronouns ass guy. okay. vincent is majoring in psychology but is also taking layton's archaeology class. for fun! vincent is really interested in this trip because its been a while since he's been at his hometown, and he is fascinated by the professor's autism. he is Also a fan of trying to get into the heads of known criminals. which is a cool and scary surprise for him when he realises "ohhhhh. ohhhhhh thats fucking clive dove."

while layton focuses on the main mystery, that being the snowsburgh robberies, flora begins to notice. some strange things about the town. footprints that dont lead anywhere, the sillhouette of a very... ratlike? figure? slinking away without a trace. anecdotes about some people who recently moved away, and someone who's been missing for a few months now. and that vincent is Really Weird.

she figures she should Probably bring up her concerns with the professor but... would he even listen to her? she had to get CLIVE, A CRIMINAL, to vouch for her to even GO on this trip. she figures that she'd probably have an easier time figuring out the Secrets of Snowsburgh on her own :-) (clive and vincent would later join her investigation because they kinda figure itd be a bit fucked up to let a 15/16yo wander around in an unknown environment on her own (but they largely let her lead the investigation))

do i have character designs? yes. i have to redo them digitally. give me. some time to do that... though we Have drawn vincent on this blog before!

[losttoygirls]

tw: mentions of mishi-mishi drama.

here is a reminder that dark content has a right to exist as long as you acknowledge that whatever is going on there is not justifyible and should not happen in real life.

yesterday i got called out on hypocricy in that one post that blew up. quote: "how can you say that everyone is allowed to have fun and then exclude someone who's having fun (aka mishi-mishi)". it was probably stupid of me to engage in a discussion, but like i don't have a pr team watching over me and hr ain't in the room, so.

creepypasta is a fandom that is based on stories about serial killers, murderous entities and whatnot. and while yes, it's a fiction and you're allowed to let your fantasy roam free, you're kinda obliged to have enough common sense to realize that some things are just... not right to post. digital footprint is still a thing, you know??

in our age of desensitization to all sorts of nswf content, you still have to be mindful of what you're posting because - surprise, surprise! - like it or not, there are children out there. especially if you're a pretty known content creator whose audience consists of said children. for reasons, everything from this point as alleged (iykyk). you can't just drop some 18+ arts with underage characters (yes, they were aged up. to 12 and 13 years, btw.) and expect everyone to just roll with it. yes, you could argue that if you don't like it - just avoid it. you see, it works when you KNOW that this content creator does this kind of thing and can block them in advance. back then, no one expected mishi-mishi to post something like that and damn was i bamboozled when i first saw that shit. and this is exactly why the whole ordeal happened. let me clarify - mishi-mishi only stopped drawing this type of stuff because people attacked her. not because she realized that it's wrong and not because she changed. she said she doesn't see anything wrong with it, because sally is her character and she has every right to do with her what she wants.

yeah. you probably do. but don't expect everyone to just accept this. anyway, the drama is old, everyone moved on, but i just wanted to specify that everyone is allowed to have fun in their own way without being a damn creep who draws cp and insists that it's okay.

here is a link with the detailed description of the situation and proofs: https://holyshxtangel.tumblr.com/post/626608261533253632/u-dont-have-to-answer-if-u-dont-wanna-but/amp TRIGGER WARNING: IT CONTAINS THOSE SAID ARTS OF MISHI MISHI. ALTHOUGH CENSURED, I WOULD ASK YOU TO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST IF YOU’RE A MINOR.

personally i think that anything can be drawn or written to shine some light on touchy and dark topics, but as soon as underage characters are involved, you have to be SUPER careful and mindful of what you're doing. because otherwise it's just messed up.

if you don't support my opinion just block me like that commentator did because i am, in fact, a little summer child, a snowflake and i will throw a tantrum feat if i see one more person trying to defend this type of behaviour. mwah.

[drippingheart]

A puppy's optimism and the stiff skull of an ox. In other words, Itadori Yuuji was a headache from the moment they exchanged words at the funeral home all of those months ago. Foolish, self-sacrificing, incapable of following orders, and smiling . . always smiling from the moment he consumed the King of Curses' digit up until they infiltrated Hakari Kinji's fight club even when he was hurting deep down. Fushiguro Megumi could have easily blamed pity or a hero's heart for begging his benefactor to spare Yuuji's life, but it was something more. Like a spark, like the moment he first felt Sukuna's detestable energy inside the teenager, he felt both connected and drawn.

The only other person to ever inspire such steadfast devotion was his sister, and now she was dead all because of Megumi. Megumi was never meant to be happy; he knew such even as a toddler. People with normal and happy lives did not have their mothers die, did not have their fathers abandon them, were not treated as pawns in a grand scheme, and did not harness the powers capable of annihilating everyone who was honorable and decent. The only reason he became a sorcerer was to protect Tsumiki and then it became about curing her from her curse addled coma — ten years of sacrifice meant nothing.

Well, not nothing necessarily. She was able to live a relatively normal childhood filled with friendships and smiles. It was all too short lived however. His sacrifice brought her smiles as much as it brought her death. History repeated itself with Yuuji @cderiva . Megumi wanted nothing more than to see genuine smiles decorate his friend's face while he attempted to live as normal as a life possible considering nothing would be normal for Yuuji ever again. Just like what Megumi had done for his sister, it would end in tragedy at his hands. He was already shattered with the death of his sister, and if Sukuna allowed it, he would pluck out his own eyes to prevent him witnessing Yuuji's inevitable death.

Enough, enough, enough. I'm done. Sukuna should kill him, but the King of Curses did not gain his title from being merciful . . the monster was going to force Megumi to watch the death of the last person he loved, wasn't he? Trapped inside his own body, the teenager screamed, cried, wanted to tear his own flesh apart. Yuuji's words reached him through the darkness and the gore, however it wasn't enough to save him. He was long damned. I don't want to live. Not without Tsumiki, and Gojō Satoru, and Yuuji. Megumi did not want to live in a world where all the good in the world died just so a pathetic nobody like him could live. That was no kindness. It was torture.