#I do have stuff in the works though that I wanna get to working on today

[ziggy-stardust-drinks-napalm]

spotify

perpetually messy

blue

yeah, i chose it. i think it fits me.

in a relationship hell yeah

friendly, adventurous, anxious

auburn, a little more red in the summer

i dont have a car

thrift stores, anywhere at the mall

grunge

tumblr

idk what it's called, not queen but not twin

2 brothers, one older, one younger

a big city. theres a lot of stuff to do.

i dont have snap 😭😭

i dont use makeup

7, i have ocd and freak the fuck out if i dont get a shower

stranger things, idk i usually just watch movies

9

im not admitting this

sneakers. i havent worn a shoe other than my converse in years

not often, i work out but dont usually use equipment since i cant drive

getting slushies and snacks and then walking around or finding somewhere thatll let us up on the roof and chill, or teaching them how to skateboard

37 bucks and some coins

white with high mushrooms on them

1

no, im tryna get one soon though

depends on what you count as a friend

i didnt realize venting to someone without asking wasnt ok since i was younger and vented to this person on a constant without asking, still feel bad about it

anything woodsy. pine trees mostly, palo santo too.

pat, alejo, andres

taj, max, tina

FINN WOLFHARDD but pauly shores up there too

melissa mccarthy

finn wolfhard

between talladega nights, a beautiful mind, prayers for bobby, and it (2017)

horror, especially stephen king i love stephen king. misery.

brains.

im the juice guy

at least like 8 i dont really remember

been a son (nirvana), as we go up we go down (guided by voices), tourette's (nirvana), pigs (cypress hill), noid (tyler the creator), dont push (sublime), paranoia (C.C.T.V.), freaks (pat and the pissers), ziggy stardust (david bowie), abduction (callejera)

yeah

oily

being stuck in a situation

maybe 3? idk i wanna foster older kids so i guess they would come and go so it would prolly add up

i dont rlly do my hair, its like shaggy shortish, kinda mullety but not rlly so i dont have to do it. if i rlly want i can tiny it in a tiny pony.

normal i guess

this one friend

on my hair :)))

'LMFAO WHAT THE HELL'

9

orange hippie van or pickup truck

eh i dont rlly mind. if ur not pressuring other people into it its your funeral. i cant rlly give a lecture on how bad it is, im more likely than not to become an addict and ive seen what that shit does to people so im not gonna say anyone who does it is inherently a bad person bc if it

no

i wanna play guitar in a band

neither, urban. if i had to choose, suburbs. ive watched too many horror movies and couldnt stand being that far away from help if smth happened

yes

only rlly faint ones on my face. on my back and shoulders fs

depends on the kind of picture

4000

yeah

yeah

mcdonalds

idk tbh

during summer, boxers and a tshirt. during winter, sweatpants or flannel pants and a hoodie

nope

drawing, anything music related, guitar, reading, exploring, baking, writing poems sometimes, researching random topics that ill prolly never need

YES

guitar :))))))

apes of state

both but leaning towards coffee

dunkin

yeah

RM

maybe??? idrk

green i think

yeah

CLOSED IM NOT PSYCHO

yeah

people in big groups walking rlly slow in a hall so you cant get around them and youre js stuck

my friend raisel

mango or cookies and cream

regular all the way

rainbow

nirvana shirt :)

the shit on the incesticide album cover

outgoing if im w a friend, shy if im alone

YES

some of them

yes, morning

.

.

burger

"the laundromat will miss your quarters. nickles, dimes, the dust in corners. save it up to buy yourself a bigger coat and smaller chest." and "she shouldve stayed away from friends. she shouldve had more time to spend. she shoudlve died when she was born. she shoulve worn the crown of thorns. she shouldve been a son."

summer

night

dark chocolate

september

gemini

no clue

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[avaredava]

JJK men and your weird questions

MDNI

Master lists

Nanami Kento:

You're raking your nails up and down Nanami Kentos bare chest, heaving up and down after having long sweaty sex.

He hit from the back today, even though he doesn't like it because he can't see your pretty face but seeing your ass jiggle makes up for it.

"What if I hit it from the back Nanami?"

He shut his eyes tight ribbing the bridge of his nose as he caresses your back. "How would that even work love?" He asked with an overstimulated hint in his voice.

"Baby you do a lot and you didn't even do aftercare because your overwhelmed and stuff but I want you to sit there and look pretty my gorgeous queen." You say with your lips puckered.

"Whatever makes you happy princess."

"Whoop! I love you so much Nanami, I already bought the strap."

"Oh my god."

He said for the tenth time today, he gets tired being your husband but he couldn't live without you.

Toji Fushiguro:

When you ovulate it's rough. Toji makes fun of you sometimes, because it's like your sex deprived, like he didn't just fuck you into the mattress an hour ago.

But seeing his muscles bulge in his tight shirt. But it's also good when he wears a baggy shirt too.

So when he stretched you can see his v muscle and happy trail leading to happy places.

So you instantly get wet. But for some reason the normal sex that last like 30. Minutes feels so good.

But it's so fast and quick. You need something slow and sensual. But sometimes you get so wet, you need it to be fast.

But maybe something else...

"Toji can I sit on your face?"

He turned his head back with a small grin. And a little nod just made your squeeze your thighs together.

Yeah he did not let you get off his face all night.

Suguru Geto:

Suguru will always be a dom, no matter what.

But sometimes it pisses you off. So mid sex when he was plowing into you missionary you started to yap.

"Fuck- Suguru so uhm I wanna talk about something." You say trying to stay composed because his thick cock was rubbing on every one of your sweet spots.

"Yeah? What's that pretty?" He said it in a breathy tone that made your clit throb. His hair hanging in front of his while is more shorter hair in the front stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He let out a shaky breath out when you held him closer. To whisper something in his ear.

"Can I like... eat your ass out?"

He rolls inside half way in a thrust and looks at you while he stopped. "What did you say?" His fazed look leaving his face to a more confused one.

"Like your chocolate starfish?"

His face dropped and pulled out immediately. He left, making you feel empty and a bit sad since he usually gives you after care but he ran into the washroom and you hear a ding on your phone.

"Listen, only if you never tell anyone because like it kinda sounds fun as long as it's with you."

Yeah this means more than aftercare.

Satoru Gojo:

"What's your opinion on smacking?"

"What?" He said snapping his head back to behind the couch to where you were standing, fluttering his white lashes over his wide open baby blues.

"I don't mean meanly, I mean like during sex." You respond in an overly happy voice, like you want him to hit you.

And of course his jaw drops, like the dramatic baby boy he is. He never wants to hit you. Even if mildly pinched you and he saw a blemish of red on your skin because he did that too you he would die. (His words, not yours)

"No!"

He said almost instantly after panicking, with a long stare and a gaping mouth.

"But..." His demeanor fully changed into cocky, you sometimes don't know how it works. But it happens.

"You can smack me mommy dommy."

You walk off with a roll of your eyes. "Eugh you ruined it, I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Ryomen Sukuna:

"Can you scratch your name out on my back?"

"Why in the world would I do that woman?" He said with a scrunch of his eyebrows and all four of his arms crossed.

You're sitting on his knee in his empty throne room. Just sitting quietly like he likes it. You're just reading and he's relaxing but looking over your shoulder once and a while to read what you're reading.

So the random breaking of silence just made him surprised. Especially when you said that.

"I wanna show people you own me." You said with a small smirk. Like he doesn't have you clinging to his hip 24/7.

But he gave in anyway, mid back shots (like usual) you felt his long nail drawing his name small on the back. A tramp stamp.

It hurt for a second but it quickly stopped when he used his cursed technique to heal it before it started to bleed.

The next morning you look at your back in the mirror, it was his first and last name in the prettiest font. He surprisingly has good hand writing.

When the scar goes away he'll do it again.

[innorality]

helping tony stark blow off some steam ...

cw : french kissing, handjob, blowjob, reader is a swallower, kinda ooc/submissive/really lost in the pleasure tony, reader is a teaseee

a/n : suddenly got back into marvel even thought im team dc and turns out I reeeeaaally have a thing for billionaire playboys (looking at you, bruce wayne)

your marriage with tony stark was fun. of course it was, it's tony effing stark. but you can't deny that on some nights, when he's busy devoting his entire being to his work (which, you respect highly), you're bored.

you've been invited to a gala—nothing too crazy, the usual guests, fake smiles and business deals hidden under backhanded compliments. you still had some time before you had to get ready, and you decided to be a nice wife and make some dinner for your hardworking husband!

you didn't know what he'd want to eat though... bummer.

gliding down the stairs, you took a quickly glance around his workshop through the glass and saw him working his technological magic on some hologram touch screen.

entering the pin code instantly like muscle memory, you entered.

"there she is," he began and you smiled. "tony, sweetie," you walked up to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. "i got invited to a gala this evening—" "yeah?" he said under his breath. "—and I thought I'd make you dinner before going." he smirked without looking up, "how thoughtful."

your hand snaked under his jaw, making him look at you while pressing your fingers against his cheeks. "whatcha wanna eat, nerdy?" he chuckled at the nickname, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a bit harder to make you pout. "I'll eat anything you make me, miss."

you let go of him and he mirrored you, starting to turn back to get back to work but you grabbed his shoulder again, stopping him. "tony, you work day and night, don't you wanna rest a bit?" and just as you said that, a devilish idea popped in your mind like a lightbulb.

"baby, you know I don't have time to-" and you kissed him, uninterested in his excuses to keep overworking himself. your lips smashed together and it was deep, almost animalistic, teeth occasionally clashing. you nibbled on his lower lip and he opened up, letting you initiate a french kiss. your tongue snuck inside his mouth, clashing with his.

you sat down on his lap without breaking the kiss and his hands instantly found their way to your hips, grounding them against him. leaning in, you deepened the kiss, while simultaneously grinding down on him slightly, just enough to rile him up.

finally, he pulled away, looking more disheveled than ever and you could just eat him up. "fuck..." was all he could mutter out before instantly going for your neck and your granted him access, throwing your head back to give him more room. he started kissing it slightly before sucking it directly, marking you up at his. he nibbled slightly on the marks to emphasis them which pulled a low moan out of you.

"baby–baby, wait.." you tapped the back of his head slightly and he pulled away immediately, searching your eyes for any discomfort only to be met with pure, raw lust. you ran your hand down his clothed chest, and set your hand on his growing buldge, rubbing it.

"I wanna make this about you. you work too much, tony.." you cooed, drawing out the syllables of his name. he stayed silent for a moment, before completely melting under your touch. "gosh, I don't deserve you. I really don't." and you booped his nose, "of course you do."

you quickly pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it slowly while keeping direct eye contact with the man and he's positive he's about to die.

your soft, warm hand glided up and down his length, the movement swift thanks to the amount of pre he was letting ooze out. "oh, yeah, that's the stuff." his hand snaked in your hair to ground himself, grabbing without pulling. his abs clenched and his thighs kept shifting beneath you, his breath hitching.

you kept an even pace, biting your lip as if to conceal the nasty words that were aching to fly out of your mouth, in vain. "look at you, tony.." you began and he's already weak. "you work, and work, and work..." you rubbed his tip with your thumb lightly and he threw his head back, a loud groan echoing out of him. "it's like you never relax, honey." you give his exposed neck a quick peck, "let me take care of you, tony."

"fuck–yeah, you do that." he huffed out, making you giggle slightly. just when it started to get really good, you unwrapped your hand and got off his lap, alerting him. he picked his head back up to look at you, confusion and frustration filling his eyes. but then, and he's thanking the heavens for it, you start to lower yourself, now looking up at him while on your knees before him.

you grabbed his base and he shivered, closing his eyes—he was bracing himself. you scooted a bit closer, kissing his tip and his hips twitched. another loud groan that came straight from his chest. "I really think I'm gonna marry you, sweetheart." he affirms and you laugh, his balls tightening at the sound. "tony, baby," you ran your tongue up his dick, "we're already married." and his cock twitched at that, before finally being welcomed by the warmth of your mouth.

you lower your head down his length, nose bumping against his pelvis. finally, he let's out a moan, and you perk up at the sound. "shit– shitshitshit-" when you start bobbing your head up and down, it's game over for the poor man.

you've done this hundreds of times to him, but everytime you do, it feels like the first time. your tongue swirled around him like a cobra fetching its prey. you hollowed your cheeks with expertise, constricting the wet walls of your throat around his head. that made him set his hand in your hair again.

he didn't control the pace, his head just followed the movement on your hand, his other one running through his own hair.

his moans started going crescendo, getting louder and louder than the last. closing your eyes, you went for his balls, massaging them softly which has him hissing. "shit, honey, if you keep doing that I might- ill– I'm about to—" and that's about the only warning you get before you feel hot ropes of cum jump down your throat. you pulled away slowly to feel his release on your tongue, aching for the taste of it.

you got off him with a pop! sound, sticking your tongue out as he grabbed your cheeks to inspect your mouth. "good girl, swallowed it all." he heaved out, making a cheeky smile appear on your face.

you got up, rubbing your lips to get the leftover saliva off of them. "I'm gonna go make dinner, okay?" and he didn't even have the strength to reply, his chest going up and down intensely—he was still getting over his orgasm.

he was definitely going to let you help him relax more often.

[transformers-spike]

Here u go, tis I, Squibsformers. Pls enjoy the Breakdown Softness. I totally had a specific one of my ocs in mind with this one so yknow Whatever but yeah heres the blurb. AMAB reader. I have no clue if i nailed BD at all sgdivdjdb.

—

Tiny. Fragile. Killable.

That's all you were. All this was. He fully planned on crushing you after this. One less fragging parasite on this ship. On this planet.

One less of your horrible, conniving little species to repopulate.

And yet… as his big hand pressed down more on you, and you let out a squeak of discomfort… he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. Not when you let out the sweetest little noises. The prettiest little groans when he rubbed at your array with a digit. Prodding at the expanse between- “Perineum” as Knockout had told him. Sensitive in its own right, reat for teasing.

Breakdown despised. Loathed you and every breath you took.

Why did he feel jitters when your breaths quicken..?

He pressed more firmly as the slickened flesh, and as he put juuust enough pressure, you writhed. Making a noise so pathetic it made him want to crush your head and dump your corpse. His spike in hand, stroking it as he prodded again and worked his littlest digit deeper in your clenching depth.

Apparently, that strip of flesh between your array and rear port was soft enough that, if he knew what he was doing, he could bully your prostate from inside and out.

You clung to his thumb, making his work get impeded, and he growled at you. Though when he felt you let go, his tanks shifted and he felt unease pour through at how you seemed embarassed at being told off.

He was just going to crush you after. It would be done. Be fine. This was simply something so he could… get relief. And Primus, Breakdown wasn't a *selfish* lover, even if you were just a means to an end, he at *least* would get you off. He had more integrity than that.

…It didnt explain though, when your nails dug into the sleek steel of the berth and you keened, cumming a THIRD time and sobbing from the blissful hell of overstimulation, why he slowed down. Took his time to stroke and soothe you before grunting and chasing down his overload. His fingers caged you. Tightened you. He waited for the crunch. The pop. The splat.

His own release came when he heard you let out a squeak of pain, and he eased his grip before blowing his load. Index stroking your spine as he vented and growled. He put a little pressure on your spine. But it eased when you squirmed.

I love this so fucking much I could just explode. Look at Breakdown CARING - look at him hating your squishy ass but not murdering you despite his intent. I love how messed up he is in this, his softness with the reader juxtaposed with what he's thinking

And don't even get me STARTED on the implication that Knock Out has already fucked the reader. Omg, it's like being their little human pet

(also - can I say it's really therapeutic to read AMAB Reader content? While I don't have the bits, it really helps out with my transmasc identity, especially because I typically discuss valveplug ideas with AFABs and I'm just not used to getting a different perspective on it. I usually try to keep the reader's gender vague (altho sometimes I slip into AFAB stuff because my knowledge of dicks and balls is very limited). Legit, if anymore AMABs wanna send out valveplug ideas, go ahead, I'd love to see them)

[callmecoke]

Hi again! I looked through your blog very briefly (gonna take a deeper dive once I am free from uni stuff, sigh), but honestly you feel like someone I would click quite well, so if you are still looking for requests, I would really love to see something fluffy and comforting about Graves from you. I really will devour with great pleasure anything you cook, but if you do something for Graves x Russian reader, I'd be even more happy. No pressure tho, genuinely

Most importantly I really hope you write things you enjoy and have people you like around you, here and offline obv. Sorry if I sound annoying lol, I just think you're cool. Much love!!

HEY!!!!!! You’re not annoying at all and I really appreciate the request! So, minor warning before hand, I am incredibly Australian, and know, admittedly, fuck all about Russia or Russian people. So if anything here is wrong or incorrect, just put me down 😞 (JK, lemme know and I can correct anything, or maybe add a few tidbits if a learn some new things) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to do a headcanon list and not a full story lol I hope that’s okay.

Russian Reader x Graves Headcanons (Fluff)

Graves has picked up a few words during his time working with many, many different types of folks from all four corners of the world. They’re not full sentences though, more random tidbits. Sometimes their phrases that he doesn’t fully know the meaning of, but finds fun to say (The Russian version of “I’m going to fucking kill you” was repeated to him so much he started saying it out loud around the house. Didn’t know what it meant until you had to sit him down and explain why your relatives were looking at him a bit offended)

Despite how well he can repeat phrases he finds on the field, he absolutely fumbles when attempting to actually teach him the language. Suddenly, his fat American tongue can’t wrap around the words and it sounds like the syllables are choking him. Looks at you all proud each time because in his mind, he’s absolutely nailing this (he isn’t)

But there are some phrases you��ve taught him that he caught on to quite well. Things like “Я люблю тебя” (I love you) and “Любовь всей жизни” (Love of my life) he learned pretty quickly because his association was with you. He also looooves to pull these out when he wants something from you or is trying to soften you up. He a cheeky bastard like that.

Now, Phillip is all about the grill. He is the man who has full control of the barbecue at any and all social functions. He has self assigned that role and he takes it very seriously. However, that doesn’t mean that he is a single minded cook. In fact, with a clear recipe he can just about make anything to near perfection.

Pirog? The juiciest meat stuffing available. Kasha? Every morning with side of strawberries. Literally any dish you want, he can make. He cooks to impress. (And it’s a bonding moment if you have some recipes you wanna teach him. If you stand behind him and guide his hands you’ll get him blushing a little and give him a good laugh because you knooooow he’s normally the one with his chest against your back)

I do believe this man is a chronic google-er so he spends a lot of time on his phone searching up phrases like “New Russian Partner” “How to impress Russian family” “Russian culture” “Russian language learning easy”

If you’re new to America and are struggling to find your footing, he is more than happy to come to your rescue. And doesn’t necessarily mean he understands what you’re going through, because he honestly doesn’t know what it feels like to be homesick or isolated to such a degree. But that won’t stop him from trying to help.

I think you’ll find a lot of that in your relationship with him. There’s no real way around the fact how different the two of you are culture and upbringing wise. That’s not even talking about the distance between a civilian and a pmc. But that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t give up for nothing, even for a partner three times out of his league.

He knows he’ll never fully understand the cultural shock, or your upbringing, or even half the words you speak. But he keeps doing his darnedest every single day, in the hopes that one day he will understand. One day he will speak Russian fluently, and understand Russian culture, and learn the history and learn everything and anything about all the things that make you, you. One day, starting now.

[eistro-phobia]

HCs for Russell Adler pt.2

— Adler x reader edition

1 / 2

I am back and I have more to say, strap in

Warnings: suggestive references

Is very hard to fluster. It's annoying how nonchalant this guy is; pretty much nothing fazes him enough to earn a visceral reaction out of him. And he knows it frustrates you; sometimes he messes with you on purpose.

Expresses love mostly through silent physical touch. Catch him putting a hand on your thigh as you watch TV, squeezing your flesh as he reads something or keeping his arm locked around your waist at an event. He's subtly possessive like that.

Is a sucker for shoulder rubs. Heaven is the feeling of coming home to you after a long day of work and have your gentle hands knead through his tense muscles.

Loves satin on a woman. Dresses, chemises, robes, lingerie sets; wear them around him and you'll have him gagged.

Sleeps like a fucking vampire. Now this is fine when he's on his own, but it's stupidly difficult to burrow into his figure when you wanna cuddle. The best you can get is laying flat on top of him and by then he's out cold on sleep meds so is it even worth it?

Has a weakness for sharp and dark-painted nails. Something about their elegance and femininity does things to him, especially when you dig them into his skin.

Is a sugar daddy. To literally no one's surprise. He's in a high ranking position and rarely ever spends on himself, so all that saved up cash? He basically hands you a blank check.

Also gets you expensive stuff as an easy out when he wants to apologize or get you in a good mood. At least until the one time he bought you the same necklace he'd gotten you a month before.

Isn't really a jealous guy. He's a smug and overconfident bastard; he doesn't care enough to get jealous of another man. But if he sees you laughing it up too much with someone else, he knows too well how to make the guy uneasy enough to walk away, just to make sure you don't get too comfortable.

Would spring to action if he did see you uncomfortable, though. He wouldn't cause a scene, he wouldn't resort to fists, he wouldn't even get overtly angry or aggressive. All he'd do is flash the steel of the Desert Eagle tucked in his jacket and tell the bastard to scram.

Is a silent listener whenever you vent or ramble, and this comes from experience. He's learnt that the usual response he has to give, "it's not that big of a deal" will indeed get a toaster thrown in his face.

Doesn't act like an asshole when your on your period; he's surprisingly understanding and offers to take over cooking for you if your cramps are getting to you, even if he's had a long day.

Can actually cook, by the way. Mostly just meals his kids like that he's learnt to make when they're over. Mac and cheese, clam chowder, pancakes, quesadillas; nothing fancy, but he tries.

Would probably be the most tender during aftercare or pillow talk; he's instantly pulling you closer and onto his body, running his hands through your hair as you pant against him. Domesticity doesn't have a place in his precarious life, but laying there in the darkness, blowing smoke out of his lungs as he feels you doze off holding onto him is a close enough respite, and probably more than what he deserves.

This one was shorter cause holy shit I had to cut so much

Gonna make them their own posts that'll hopefully be out soon

[nyxi-pixie]

HIIIII I was wondering if you had any ideas on what music would bsd characters listen to?? all i see is people saying dazai is a msi listener HE IS NOT it makes me wanna rip my nails off

PLEASE. msi mention in the big '25 this is a horrendous world we live in. now i honestly dont have specific answers but i willlll gavel to wood judge their general vibe. i had entirely too much fun with this started doing everyone😭

for chuuya its canon he likes rock, so his tastes probably close to stuff like granrodeo. reckon the sheep were into some really cringe fake edgy stuff tho and chuuya thinks hes really cool for listening to it. when he went to beat people up for them, shirase would be behind him somewhere so chuuya could say something embarrassing like 'hit it! i need something to get my blood rushing🥶🥶🥶' and shirase would play dogshit out of a busted speaker. hashtag my cringe fav!

dazai obviously listens to jokey stuff to be disturbing (suicide song). i do think the stuff he listens to to be annoying he does genuinely enjoy though, such is often the nature of dazais lies. for the most part i dont actually think hes very picky about it. listens to anything if its on, will judge other peoples taste despite not really having his own😭 i can imagine a slight preference for instrumental when alone if only bc mori seems like a classical music guy and i imagine that rubbed off a bit. also real to me that he intentionally got into various bands chuuya was into and did a lot of 'i actually like this more than you. youre a fake fan bc you dont know the bass guitarist pissed himself during the recording of this track and they kept it in' and such like when they were teens just for the purposes of pissing him off.

for the rest of them. the akutagawas are into old school goth music that sounds kind of silly unless youre also into it, like some real 'she liiikes the darkkkk' type shit😭 atsushi has the worlds most extensive taste ever. comes out of that fuckass orphanage having heard like 3 songs in his life and has zero taste. thinks every song is the best song hes heard. higuchi listens to the most pop pop to ever pop and then just a lot of breakup songs that she imagines dramatic scenarios to. sat in her car looking out the rainy window and everything. kyouka probably says something like 'the only music ive heard is the screams of the 35 people who i was forced to murder' and you go okay kyouka would you like to listen to this silly pop song. look heres the band wearing bunny costumes. and she becomes their no.1 fan <3 yosano exclusively listens to female artists, says she cant listen to male singers bc their voices annoy her (hashtag my favourite misandrist) she prefers stuff with a little edge but can get down to some real basic girl shit for messy club going. in another life shes in the trenches defending her favs on twitter, doxxing people about it and all. tachihara is obsessed with saying hes 'discovered' an artist and keeps trying to get the black lizard on to some shitty soundcloud shit where 90% of the song is just a repeating producer tag. hirotsu insists the only music he listens to is live music in a smoky bar, but is in fact secretly hooked on one of higuchi's sadgirl breakup songs. kunikida googles 'music to better my health' and listens to the first thing that comes up. fukuzawa says he listens to classical to focus on his work and sometimes he does but usually hes got earphones in and hes listening to a cat choir.

[cum-a-calla]

mmmm yeah

bruises and accidents don't suffice, though. right? i mean, he can bite and suck into you forever, whenever he wants. and accidental cuts are so few and far between - not often enough. not nearly enough. Roman sits there fantasizing about you slicing your arm open, all that flesh parting and yawning open to reveal the stark white muscle underneath. you know that? the layers of flesh parting open at a base level - it's white. it's tough and white and god, he wants to see it, lick it, taste it.

and so he does insist on you making dinner for a while, real veggie-heavy shit that requires a lot of slicing and dicing and cutting. doesn't work. imagine that, you being capable in the kitchen. it's annoying. it's the biggest fucking tease, all his waiting and hoping and fantasizing for nothing. fuck. useless. who wanted to have fucking veggie curry, anyway?

but then... mmm maybe he introduces knife play. just gentle. "hey - settle down. it's fine. it's fuckin' safe, it's dull. come on." maybe you balk at first. he has to condition you, you know. he's a patient man when it means something to him. so there's a lot of using the dull edge, a lot of roleplay, right? pressing the flat blunt edge there, whispering threats - that's fun for you because the threat is nonexistent. maybe he waits until you're under the influence to really use it in the way it's intended

right? what is it, a big fucking joint? an edible? alcohol? does he ease you into it, or does he drug you? mmm, as much as he doesn't give a fuck, it's important for you to be part of the experience. he doesn't want you all fucked up and out of it. he wants you to be a little more open to his whispers and murmuring, he wants you completely aware and sort of.... expanded. open. feeling good and loose and sexy. feeling... entranced. yeah. he wants you to want it, don't you know that? don't you know he wants you to WANT him to take those bites, to fucking spread you out like a buffet? oh, fuuuck, he does. he wants you to take pleasure in it.

and so yeah, it accelerates.

it's little things. little steps. words, comments. i could eat you alive. you're delicious. i want to be fully inside you, all the way, wanna sink into you. baby, i could swallow you whole. let me eat your heart. little stuff, little hints, little desperate whispered things while he's balls-deep inside of you, fantasizing about what your thigh meat tastes like. it's the perfect place to eat on a human, you know. the thighs. whenever he bites and sucks into them, what he's really thinking about is cutting little filets and cooking them in a pan. a misguided pervert might say the breasts, the ass - but these aren't the ideal choices, not whatsoever. too much fat. inedible. it's the thighs, perhaps the flesh on the ribs. upper arms. the organs. ohh, how he'd eat your heart. slice it into tender bits and fry it, chewy and breaded and delicious. your intestines, your kidney, your liver. everything that makes sense. everything that could be sautéed and fried in butter, garlic, onions. meat in the freezer, knowing you're inside his belly for days, for weeks. keeping his cock hard, keeping him full of you. you're permanently a part of him - how much closer do people get, right? what is it - it's better to be in a friend's stomach than in the cold ground. right? he's doing you a fucking favor.

he'd treat you so tenderly, and ohhhh how tender you'd be, right? Roman knows how to cook. he's lazy, so he doesn't.... mmmm but he would. he would for the right meal. don't you want to be inside of him, baby? don't you want him to keep you forever? you love him, right...?

Something something roman cannibalism kink something something he’s always biting you and having to think way to hard to not just tear into you and just try a taste something something he just can’t stop thinking about you covered in these odd scars you can’t explain to anyone because how would you possibly say “oh my boyfriend just likes to have a little snack on my flesh sometimes” something something it gets him so hard thinking about how no one could possibly be anyone closer than that. I’m on one I think

It starts with your perfume. The gourmands, right? Gourmands are all the rage these days. Sephora has you smelling like fucking cupcakes and whipped cream and sugar and fruit. Delicious enough to eat.

And Roman’s got a sweet tooth. Those sharp canines of his when he smiles, Jesus Christ. He’s always had a tendency to like the sweeter things in life, so you’re no exception when he catches a whiff of whatever it is you’re wearing. It’s something hypnotic, maybe. Vanilla scented. Boozy.

He smells it when he kisses you, and he tastes the dessert you ate earlier that lingers on your tongue. He can’t help himself from kissing down your jaw, kissing down your throat so he can smell your perfume worn down to its base notes. The smell of your skin. Your wrists, too. And isn’t that something? Roman kissing, nipping at the paper-thin skin there. So close to your veins. It makes you tingle inside, and it fills you with a scary feeling when you notice how black his eyes have gone.

You cut yourself while cooking, once. Roman knew it would happen, seeing the way you held the fruit in one hand, the dull knife in the other. If he were a better man, he would have stopped you. Had you sharpen the blade, adjust your fingers…

Roman let you nick yourself just so he could taste the blood that dripped down your finger. He took you in his mouth, between his lips, tasting that sweet fucking blood on his tongue. It made him fucking dizzy, holy fuck. Has anyone had you like this before?

Roman keeps you on your back, legs spread and your hips all achy as he eats you voraciously, a man starved for your flesh. He’s all lips and tongue, lapping at you, tasting all of your skin and the arousal you drip, dripping just for him. It gets away from him sometimes, and you feel the occasional accidental nip. Intentional when he holds your clit between his teeth, the way a dog holds your hand in its jaw. You don’t cum until he’s had his fill of you, and fuck - that could be hours from when he starts.

Your inner thighs are a mess of bites and bruises, as are your sides and neck and breasts. Scars made by Roman’s sharp little teeth littered all over your body.

He wonders how long he’ll be satiated by these little snacks. How long it’ll tide him over for. He’s itching to bite you - really fucking bite you, hard enough to tear chunks of your flesh off of your bones. He’d lick those clean, too.

Ooohhhhkay @cum-a-calla come in with the assist your turn babe

[humanmorph]

fatt pin-up week 2: intimacy

a room & a bed

version from before i started messing with the bg & overlay colors (<- what a pain!!!). i like this one too.

[pallanophblargh]

Another desperate strike at the art block and a tribute of sorts: super rusty linocut to reinitiate me into the world of printmaking. It’s not as attuned to my working style as intaglio was, but this is fun, tactile, and enough of a departure from my way of thinking that is super welcome.

It’s nothing special and definitely technically lacking (over-inked block and such) but it’s something, which is a big deal lately. Also it’s my favorite species of fish and we all know Kuhli loaches deserve all the tributes we can give.

[wardingshout]

Family for day 6 of SpeSilverWeek! Edition uuh found biological and crime I guess...

[atalana]

so i finally cleared prometheus on 32!

(and now i can get round to testing out the other weapons bc i unlocked eos' torches and then never looked back)

[simcardiac-arrested]

ur probably sick of seeing posts like these but i just want to sit here and muse about how, well, i enjoy tumblr #mytumblr not just because of all the obvious stuff like how it’s not run on an algorithm, and because it’s one of the only social media that i don’t have to jump through hoops to use and that isn’t phone-exclusive (for me)

but i think my favorite thing has to be the askblogs, and running one. which is weird, because if you asked me as little as 3 years ago what i loved most about tumblr, i’d probably say “uh, looking at owl house posts, i guess?”, it’s weird because i never actually planned to make one and created it on a whim based on a few random people’s tags, and even then it was made mostly as a joke. i just never thought about it before—i grew up with askblogs, an era of tumblr that was truly as magical as it was catastrophic (as all things that get vaguely popular), but i never thought about making one because: it’s a commitment, it seems like a lot, i’m inconsistent, how would i draw for it every single time, etc etc all that good stuff

but then i just made it. and fuck me is it the most fun thing ever. it doesn’t have to be consistent. it doesn’t have to be perfect, or polished, or anything really. it just has to be. to exist out there in the world and be open to messages. the most it has to be is loved by me and by u guys.

and that’s the thing! the best thing—i love involving u guys in my writing, pushing the characters in one direction and then the next, seeing where that takes us (because i don’t always know either, that’s what writing is all about babeyyy). i love that i don’t have to just post the most important plot beats one after the other and have the story be done there. i love that i get to weave the development through vaguely connected, sometimes relevant but sometimes completely random joke asks. that i don’t have to write a whole ass novel of build-up or draw everything as one long-running comic just to make my characters feel like they actually exist and react to the things around them, that they’re not just here to get from point a to b. and i love that you’re all part of it. the story seriously just wouldn’t be the way it is without all of you guys who are always so curious to ask something, or call a character out (depending on how much they need to be humbled COUGHHHHCOUGHHHHH)

so yeah, i’m just forever grateful for all of you and for the fact that tumblr allows things like these to happen. i have no idea what other site could possibly offer the same sort of experience, or anything similar, but i am just forever in love with the fact that it’s something you can do here. i wouldn’t trade it for anything. what a cool fucking thing to be able to do

[aroaceleovaldez]

So, in your last post about the Percy Jackson TV show, I felt you lacked a few pieces of information/points. While it is true that the CGI in the film is pore and not constructed well, please note that while they have a large budget Disney has made a lot of restrictions to the show. In the original scrips there was a significantly larger amount of violence that would have needed more CGI. This was latter edited out of the script due to both restrictions and budget cuts for other parts in the show(sadly). Also to bring into prospective Sea of monsters the movie was made 10 years ago. Inflation has juristically affected the way money is used in films. Another thing to note is typically movie budgets are less than TV shows because they only are filming for one larger block of time. TV however they can take years meaning the acters need to be paid even for the time off set. This is not to say movies cannot take years, but it is to show that TV shows are filmed longer. I would also like to say I am genuinely not trying to be rude or unkind about your opinion and thoughts on the subject. I am just someone who has a different insight into the topic because of the things I know about the topic (I myself, am an actor and for the most part I think this is why the CGI was not the best as well as some of the script work). 

I did actually calculate inflation for Sea of Monsters versus the PJO TV show. We know the PJO TV show allegedly had a budget of $12-15 million per episode. For comparison, this is the type of budget Disney+ usually uses for stuff like The Mandalorian. I was doing a generous underestimate for the entire season which comes out to $96mil (12mil per episode x 8 episodes). Sea of Monsters' budget was 90mil. Here's that inflation:

So lil over $120mil. Going for a top estimate for s1 of the show (15x8) that's $120mil. And as far as I'd heard that may also not include stuff like budget for casting for the show. They are still roughly in similar ballparks.

Regardless of this - as an animator, i can tell you there is no excuse for that wonky CGI trident other than it being extremely quickly done. That's literally a transform error, like ctrl+t type stuff. That is a lazy and cheap trident, probably because Disney notoriously overworks and cheaps out with their CGI. The CGI problems in the show are majority because Disney's being cheap about it. This shows in nearly all the CGI in every episode.

If they had to remove violence from the script and so remove CGI scenes with it, then theoretically they should have more room in the budget for more or better CGI where it already is in the show. That money doesn't just vanish. Changing that in the script gives them less of an excuse, actually.

Also, as i mentioned in my previous post - if you don't want to CGI hydrokinesis, don't pick the franchise where the main character's defining power is hydrokinesis. If you can't have much violence, DON'T PICK THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY SERIES WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER BEHEADS TWO PEOPLE IN THE FIRST BOOK AND IT ONLY GETS BLOODIER FROM THERE. You cannot have PJO without some level of violence. It's kind of very inherent to the series. Rick actually talks in his original Teaching Guide for The Lightning Thief about how, in argument against attempts to ban TLT (in this specific instance for "being too violent"), that monsters in the books poof into golden dust for a reason, because then they haven't "died." There is no blood. They can and will come back. Because it's fantasy. That is the excuse for all the violence. Of which there otherwise technically is a lot of.

If you are doing live action PJO you are going to have to have some amount of violence (and there is absolutely a level that is perfectly suitable for a PG13 audience. The show right now is leagues below that level. PG13 just means parental guidance for under 13 - this majority has to do with concerns about children under 13 replicating behavior on-screen. Past 13 kids know better than to do that, which is why that rating is a thing. There are plenty of film/media/etc that are way more gory and violent and are still PG13). You are going to have to CGI monsters/creatures to some degree regularly (alongside demigod powers like Percy's hydrokinesis even more regularly). And between those two things, characters are going to have to look like they're physically interacting with the CGI at times. Disney is capable of doing this. Disney does have the budget for this for the show. They're not doing it because they're being cheap. Disney has done this before and does it regularly. This is not anything new. It entirely has to do with CGI not having as many unions. They have no excuses. If they didn't expect to run into these problems then they clearly did no planning for what adapting the series would entail and didn't think at all of what the series actually featured before diving into it. And they have no excuse for that! That is step one!

[soggy-fishsticks]

guys ive been drawing so much lately I've been starting to actually hate it 🙁

[sometimesanequine]

i think going fishing would fix me