#I finally be 18

[luchsyy]

some concept art for a short graphic novel pitch for one of my classes. "came back wrong" horror trope except that the character came back nicer and more put together (yuri version)

[antennabot]

feeling normal about the finale

[zevrra]

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

synop: (this is the final part to this series) ; you somehow manage to take on both viktor and jayce inside the lab.

wc: 2k

includes: smüt(ns//fw), fem!reader, threësome, fïngering, ëdging, v peneträtion, double v peneträtion, semi-public sëx, dirty talk

extra: make sure to read part 1 & 2 as well!! thank you all for the love and support on this <33

“shit.” jayce groans at the sight of you. neither he nor viktor could argue against your wishes when you looked so damn good like that, begging for them both. you watch as both of them blush a soft red before both nodded in agreement. “it’ll take some…time.” jayce adds with a slight gesture to his own twitching cöck; pride and worry in his tone.

but none of that mattered. you said what you said and you’d live up to it. “don’t care. i want you both.”

and he wasn’t kidding when he said it would take some time.

after what feels like an eternity of jayce fingering you, stretching you out, drawing you closer and closer to a second orgasm only to rip his fingers away from you, you’re beginning to fear you might lose your mind. you sit in his lap, as he’s returned to sitting on top of the desk, with your legs spread open wide for all to see. and if you were in any other state of mind, you might have been a little embarrassed about being so exposed. but not now, now you were simply dumbed down with pleasure as jayce’s hand sneaks its way back to your aching pussy.

“no more.” you weep, tensing up as his fingers press back into your core. he easily slides three fingers clean up until the second knuckle inside of you.

“sorry pretty, gotta make sure you can take us both.” jayce mumbles softly into your hair, almost apologetically but he’s not really that sorry. he’s not sorry at all, especially when his fingers slip oh-so-easily inside of you and the noises he forces out of you and your soaking cunt. listening to you moan while your core makes the most embarrassing, wet noises; oh no it turned him and viktor on extremely.

viktor stands between your thighs then, kissing the top of your head as he presses two of his own fingers inside you, sliding right up against jayce’s fingers and stretching you even further. “you were the one who begged for both of us, weren’t you?” vik hums in a teasing tone, a smile on his face. he flexes his fingers inside of you, just about the same time jayce does and it would have pissed you off how in sync they were but the mind numbing pleasure shut you up far too quickly.

“just a little more.” jayce encourages sweetly, placing a kiss against your head.

you whine in response to both of them, panting heavily as their fingers begin to work faster inside of you. they both finger you in turn, matching each other’s pace effortlessly, as they stretch you more and more. jayce’s fingers push deep, viktor’s pulls out, jayce slips his fingers out, viktor pushes his right back in. back and forth they work on your cunt until you’re growing hotter. lava burns in your lower abdomen and in your thighs and it makes you fidget against jayce’s lap. you whine at the tight feeling at your core, begging for any kind of release. and as the tightness grows closer and closer, you get louder and louder with each press of the fingers inside of you. the threat of coming again makes your toes curl, back arching, fingers gripping into the closest arm you can grab onto as your orgasm burns in your lower half.

but just like the several times before, the two men remove their fingers just at the last second. your orgasm threatens to break open the floodgates but is quickly retreating at the loss of stimulation and the edging leaves you gasping while tears cling to your eyelashes. “‘ts enough! i can’t take it anymore!” you plead.

jayce returns to placing soft kisses wherever he can reach while his hands smooth along your arms and the rest of your body. “you did amazing.” he praises, adjusting your body as he speaks, so now you can fully lean your weight back against him. hands sliding under your thighs and keeping your legs open for the next part to come. “viktor, give her what she wants.“

you could almost weep at his words but instead you nod as quickly as you can. “please.”

“mhm darling.” viktor softly hums in response to your begging. one of his hands presses against jayce’s knee as he angles himself right up against your core. his other hand wraps around his overly aching cock, giving it a swift tug with a low groan, before he’s pressing forward. the tip of his pink head slides easily against your wet cunt; and he slides even easier inside of your waiting body.

you tighten at the intrusion but quickly welcome it as viktor bottoms out. his hips press against your own as he slips his cock all the way inside you, reaching deeper than their fingers could have and it makes you cry with relief. “yes! god, yes.” you groan as you take all of viktor with ease.

who in turn mimics your groan at the warmth wrapped around him. he braces himself completely down onto jayce’s thighs now, forcing himself to still for a moment. “shit...” viktor comments with a whine before he slowly pulls out, his pretty eyes never leaving where the two of you connect, staring as he disappears once again inside of you. and he whimpers when he bottoms out for the second time.

you can’t help but chuckle a little at his fixation on your bodies meshing together. you reach with a gentle hand and caress the side of his face and he melts into your touch, glancing up at you while his hips begin to move ever so slightly. “you ok?” you ask sweetly, thumb rubbing across the high of his cheekbone.

“i am better than okay.” viktor replies with a small smile. the pupils of his eyes are wide upon looking up at your mutually red face and you manage a weak smile right back at him.

“c’mere. you’re making me feel so good.” you hum and your words make his hips stutter. he moves just a little faster, leaning forward with your guiding hand to allow both of you to kiss. and you kiss him oh so sweetly. your tongue running across his bottom lip and he gladly matches your movement while he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you.

jayce bites down on your shoulder, not to hurt you or anything, just to get your attention as you and viktor share a heated kiss. “don’t forget about me…” he mutters, pouting as he shifts his hips to press his own angry red head against your body.

you gasp softly at the thick of his tip pressing into your skin, causing you to briefly break the kiss with viktor to glance over your shoulder at the pouting man. “well, come on then. make me feel good too.” you tell jayce and it’s all he needs to hear before his hand slips from the back of your thigh to wrap around his thick cock, pressing the head right up against where viktor steadily fucks into you. you return to kissing viktor, eating up every whimper and groan the other man lets loose into your mouth.

jayce times everything else perfectly. as viktor pulls out, jayce rushes inside. his thick cock spears you deeper than vik’s had and you hate to say it but thank fuck for all the prepping jayce had insisted on. he slips deep inside and before you can fully adjust to his size alone, viktor is slipping himself right back inside of you; right next to jayce.

to say you’re stuffed full is an understatement. they both sit deep inside of you, moving just enough to continue to stretch you further now that they’ve managed to fit inside. you can’t help but cry into vik’s mouth, and it’s his turn to eat up every noise you make. and just like with their fingers before, the two fall into a perfect rhythm. viktor dives in, jayce slips out, viktor presses back inside; the combo leaves you breathless.

jayce’s hands return to your thighs as he ruts inside of you, messy but he makes up for it with his girth while viktor places perfectly angled thrusts into every sensitive bit inside your throbbing pussy. you break the kiss with a sharp cry as the two continue, hearing vik whimper at how much tighter you must feel now. meanwhile jay is in your ear grunting harshly with each thrust. “fuck.” he groans, hips never faltering as pleasure takes hold of him while he slips and slides right up against viktor. his nose digs into the crook of your neck and he practically pants against you, fingers tightening on your thighs.

you can’t even respond. words are nonexistent to you anymore as you’re split in half with both men fucking you; and all you can do is weep with pleasure. your orgasm is quick to build up again, it doesn’t take much now anyway, as the burn returns inside of your lower half. viktor presses his head against your other shoulder and somehow the two know to turn and place kisses against your throat. you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow but would need a damn turtleneck at this point too…you can’t complain though.

“going to…” viktor whispers against your neck and you nod in agreement. you were also getting closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm too.

doesn’t help when jayce suddenly ups his speed and deepens his thrusts, throwing both you and viktor into a spiraling mess. “j-jayce!” you cry, his fingers tightening again against your thighs as he practically piledrives inside of you, wildly thrusting against viktor as well.

“can’t last.” jayce grunts, burying his nose as deep as he can into your neck once more. “finish together.” he adds with a deep groan.

viktor is the first to lose himself. he slips out, whimpering, thrusting into his hand to finish himself off across your hip. you, mere seconds after vik, finish with jayce still pounding into you. he fucks you through your orgasm as it crashes down on you like a wave. you try to form any semblance of words but nothing slips past your lips besides pathetic whines. and with you squeezing tight around jayce through your much needed orgasm, it brings him into his own. his hips stutter harshly a few more times inside your spent pussy before he’s slipping out of you, quickly fucking the rest of his climax out against his hand, roping every last drop out onto your thigh and hip.

after his finish, all three of you return to mostly silence then, the lab being filled with nothing but your shared heavy breaths in the wake of your orgasms. you slump against jayce as viktor leans against you, running a hand to smooth through viktor’s hair as you all try and collect yourselves. and to think this all happened because you were too impatient to wait for nightfall. the thought put a small smile on your lips.

“gods. i need a shower.” you cut through the silence, smiling fondly as both jayce and viktor manage weak laughs. “but i don’t think i’ll be walking for a little while.” you add as you semi stretch out along jayce’s strong lap, soreness already settling into your hips.

as if sudden dots are connected, both men realize that they’ve completely—for lack of better words—soiled you; covered in their sticky mess during the midst of their highs. viktor scrambles to find something to clean you up with as jayce shifts and adjusts you onto the desk he previously had been sitting on to help in the search with viktor. shamefully, they come up with nothing besides jayce’s large shirt and he tries cleaning you up the best he can with it.

meanwhile, you try your best not to laugh as he forfeits up his clothes, staining his shirt with the mess he and viktor shared. you watch with soft eyes as jayce cleans you up while vik dresses himself, handing you jayce’s jacket to semi cover yourself with. “next time…let’s use a bed. and be closer to a proper bath.” you hum ’innocently’.

with both men staring at you with shocked faces, you’re unable to hold back anymore; you break out into laughter as viktor and jayce both chirp a surprise; “next time?“

[russell-crowe]

S08E21: Holding On

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[egophiliac]

Tl;Dr - I stopped playing the game but I like the characters and I wanna draw them but idk if the wiki I use is up to date for cards

Do u know any wikis that have up to date cards for all the twst characters-

Asking specifically bc of Malleus cause I can't tell anymore if he has any more new cards bc HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A 100 DISNEY ANIVERSARY CARD IN THE WIKI I USE 😭

Like compared to everyone else in Disanomia, he has 12 cards (in the wiki I use) and then Lilia has 17 cards 💀

Cause I think Malleus has a Bean's Day card as well, but that could just be a fanmade one, I don't have JP twst nor ENG twst anymore so I can't confirm it myself urhghrhevw 🫠

Malleus doesn't have a Beans Day card, so that would've been fanmade! and the 100 anniversary cards are actually the new round of birthday cards, so most of the characters don't have 'em yet -- Malleus should be getting his in a couple of days, when his birthday event starts! oh god my keeeeeys

I think the wiki.gg stays pretty up to date? it looks to me like they have everything that's currently up through JP, at least. :O I did go through and do a quick count just because I couldn't believe Malleus only had 12 cards, but. he really does have the least...defeated only by Silver with 13...astonishing. we need his gargoyle club wear immediately.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name

[jasonsbruce]

[filobooster]

[snailfen]

how can i help you, little luggage?

[ddd-guy]

silly little idea

[mochiiniko]

gotta love doomed straights

[antennabot]

BEHOLD A BUNCH OF PAYJAY GIJINKAS I DREW LIKE RIGHT AFTER THE FINALE BUT DIDN'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO POST FOR SOME REASON

this one is a redraw of my old gijinkas from 2022!! time flies!

[habibibasket]

[ii movie spoilers ahead] pt. 2 (because tumblr hates me)

YAAAAAY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER, I'M SORRY IT'S NOT COLORED. I'm not super proud of the way this was written tbh, but y'all seemed to like part 1 so i hope this lives up to it. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST. While I love angsty things, I think the sweet stuff is almost just as important.

(lmk what other pairings or groups you want me to write for bc i love doing it lmaooo.) ((if even one person requests a lightbrush comic i will make it in a heartbeat))

[ultipoter]

Pokemon Legends Arceus fan comic, where Jirou has disappeared and Volo has complicated feelings about it. (And maybe figures out that there's a bit of a God in that little phone of Jirou's)

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

03 Aphrodisiac

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Dubious consent because aphrodisiacs / Set far before the archon quest. Rex Lapis is actively ruling Liyue. He's called Morax in here / Reader is a member of a dance troupe

It must've been slipped into your wine, you helplessly concluded as you succumbed to the effects of the aphrodisiac. A feverish heat had been steadily spreading over your cheeks and your mind was becoming hazy as you waited for your fate. Eventually, reasoning and refusal would be beyond you. You didn't want to imagine yourself possessed by lust, begging like a shameless whore, but your dire situation remained. You had been delivered to Rex Lapis as a fragrant offering.

Your dilemma began the moment the god asked for your name following your performance. Was he aware that every harmless breath he takes has the power to stir up a storm in the lives of mortals like you?

The doors opened and multiple footsteps approached. Lanterns were lit and an incense burner was prepared. You didn't have to look to see who had returned to their chambers. The elaborate and expensive furnishings and decor surrounding you had disclosed to you whose bedroom this was long before he arrived. It could only be him, that one man in the audience tonight who held the power to alter the course of your life drastically with a few words. Rex Lapis stopped at the foot of the bed, gaze raking over your body in silence, possibly wondering what on Teyvat you were doing in his bed.

"It appears that my praise had been misinterpreted." The archon remarked with muted disdain.

He made a mental note to have someone find out who the leader of the troupe was tonight and have them questioned. This was not how he intended for business to be conducted in his jurisdiction. Also, he would have to replace some of the staff within these quarters seeing as something like this managed to happen directly under his nose without his prior knowledge.

While the archon pondered how how this came to be, your mind was occupied by other uncertainties. The troupe had labeled you expendable as soon as Rex Lapis showed interest in you. If you were to be sent away tonight, what would become of you? This must not be the first time something like this had happened. You wondered what happened to the offerings that came before you. Did he accept them, despite them being unsolicited? Did the archon have a secret harem that he kept carefully hidden from his public eye?

Rex Lapis dismissed all the servants in the room, leaving only you and himself. His brow furrowed as he leaned over you, softly brushing a hand along your face. Your skin was warm to the touch. He took note of your unusually flushed complexion and the heaving of your chest. It was clear that you had undergone some preparation before being brought to him.

"You're trembling, dear. What have they done to you?" You faintly hear him murmur. There was a hint of guilt in his voice.

His voice was the last thing you should be hearing, you thought. You couldn't deny that you found the velvety quality of it deeply arousing. The Lord of Geo was also a delicious feast for the eyes too, both face and body sculpted to perfection. Your mind wandered precariously, just as your eyes did. Rex Lapis stood before you, draped in overlapping layers of fine silk and glinting gold, but all you could think about was that statue you occasionally pass by on the outskirts of the city. It must've been carved during a time when the archon was less reserved, with his exposed torso chiseled in painstaking detail. Was he really like that underneath all these layers?

"You may stay the night in these chambers if you wish. It would not be safe for you to go elsewhere in this state. I shall rest on the chaise tonight." He assured you even though you were barely able to process the words he spoke.

Wispy moans drifted from your parched lips, curling enticingly against his ears. Sweat beaded against your skin, only to soak into the pillows you buried your face into. Your body writhed desperately in search of friction. You had to bite your lip for fear of sullying your archon's divine name. The last thing you'd want to do is mindlessly call out to a god to satiate such mortal urges. The fact that all of this was falling into the eyes of Rex Lapis had you wishing it was all just an incredibly twisted, shameless dream.

You could hear footsteps depart from the foot of the bed. When you thought he was about to leave you to your own misery, he returned, this time slipping a pillow between your thighs.

"This should help alleviate the discomfort to some degree." He supplied.

You jolted, skin tingling from the brief contact.

Surely, Rex Lapis's original intentions must've been to ignore your distress. His hesitation to touch you was certain at least. If he accepted you as a gift, it would only encourage other factions to follow such distasteful practices. The Lord of Geo couldn't possibly be seduced by an unsightly, babbling mess, no matter how needy and helpless you were. So how exactly did he end up stripped naked underneath you the next morning, covered in what could only be bite marks and questionable bruises of your own making?

"I see. You've completely forgotten." The Geo Archon realized, a tinge of disdain in his tone.

"Not intentionally." You defended yourself, effortlessly slipping into the pious role of a devout follower. "I would never dare to."

"Never?" He chuckled, tucking a stray tendril behind your ear. "Would you like me to remind you of all the blasphemous deeds you committed last night?"

Your eyes widened at his accusation. How strong was the aphrodisiac? The lapse of memory in your head regarding the previous night concerned you, especially seeing how the two of you were tangled up in his silken sheets without a single piece of fabric separating your bodies. His body wore the evidence of your insatiable appetite. Your own body was practically unmarred in comparison. Was it even possible that he had not taken advantage of you in your less-than-rational state and simply volunteered himself to be the anecdote for the aphrodisiac? Was this god really that selfless?

"Rex Lapis…" You cleared your throat awkwardly. "I apologize for—"

"Morax."

"Pardon me?" You blinked at his interruption.

"Call me by Morax instead."

"I can't… that would be audacious of me, to address the Lord of Geo directly by name."

All of Liyue knew this to be the archon's name, but nobody called him by it out of reverence, using his title instead.

"You certainly had the audacity to use it last night."

Your face burned like a pile of dry timbers at his revelation. Oh, you wouldn't doubt it. You probably uttered that name in very inappropriate ways.

"Morax." You tested the sound of his name on your tongue. Yes, it definitely didn't feel like the first time you've said it. "Will you be keeping me here or sending me back?"

"Straight to the point hmm?" The archon hummed in approval. "Would you prefer to dance for me alone or share your gift freely? The choice is yours to make."

"Will I see you again if I choose the latter?" You gathered the courage to ask after drawing in a deep breath.

A smile spread over his lips at your question. He reached out for a jade belt ornament lying on his dresser, dangling it before you. It was an intricately carved piece, the craftsmanship exquisite as you would expect any of his other valued possessions would be. Was he gifting this to you?

"I may summon you to perform for a private audience from time to time. This would grant you entrance through the guarded gates."

"What if I'm not summoned for a performance?" Your heart beat erratically inside your ribcage.

"You're saying you wish to see me for other reasons?" His amber eyes darkened.

It was then that you remembered you were still in the archon's bed, draped over his body, very much naked. The aphrodisiac had long left your body, but heat spread through you regardless, as if his words alone were enough to rekindle the previous night's flames.

"Morax…" You gasp as you felt him stir beneath you.

His hand fell on your thigh, grazing the skin there with his fingertips. Your senses came alight, goosebumps following his featherlight touches.

"Now that you are no longer inhibited, you can tell me if you truly want this. My patience had been tested thoroughly last night."

"I…" Your lips parted as he guided your thighs over his hips. "I didn't force myself on you, did I?"

"You certainly tried." He chuckled. "It was an honest effort."

"Why did you let me do those things to you?" You couldn't bear to look at all those unsightly marks you left on him. What kind of monster did the aphrodisiac turn you into?

"Dear, I couldn't bear to watch you hump a bedpost and not intervene. If I had left you to your own devices, you could easily hurt yourself."

You did what? Surely Rex Lapis, a literal god would not make up something as outrageous as this, which could only mean he was telling the truth.

His hands fell on your hips as he gently guided your body to move against his. Heat pooled between your legs as you tentatively grinded yourself against him. Morax's breathing grew heavy as yours thinned into shallow wisps and sighs.

"Sing for me, my sweet."

"Morax…" You utter his name like a prayer.

"The way your body moves... Yes..." He groans as your soaked entrance catches the tip of his cock. Your hips roll in a hypnotic rhythm, swallowing him steadily until he was buried to the hilt in you. "Such an exquisite beauty."

He's generous with his praise, never withholding it. After that first night, he's learned how simple it is to satisfy you.

It all felt like a fever dream. All of these private visits had begun due to a single aphrodisiac-ridden night. Whether they were sustained by lust or something else, it mattered little whenever he was embedded deep inside of you, filling you with his cum and telling you how good you were for him, how beautiful you were when you came for him. As a performer, you lived on praise, was addicted to it. After all, it was one harmless praise that had landed you in the archon's bed. Perhaps that was the true aphrodisiac. As long as he used it often, you would always be wrapped around his finger.