#I meant to post this this morning

[saytrrose]

Im exposing my name but i dont even care at this point, I woke up this morning to my friends calling me, and telling me to look outside and I just- I remember all through out elementary school and middle school and even high school, my whole entire life I’ve never really had friends save for 1 or 2 for a small while, constantly changing and the exception of a online friend every once in awhile. I remember sitting alone at lunch everyday with my earbuds and just drawing, I remember going all day without speaking and opening my mouth even once, I remember never feeling seen at all and this morning my friends, my group of friends I met once I finally got to college called me, woke me up this morning and asked me to look out the window and so I did, crawled to my window from my room and opened the blinds, opened the screen and I cried, as soon as I did they all yelled happy early birthday up to me, and I started crying I swear, I love them so much. And it started snowing today, I haven’t seen snow in years and my birthday is tomorrow, and my classes got cancelled for my bday, my friends bought me cake mix we will all make together, one of them is making me caramel brownies with walnuts in them and crocheting my ESA a little sweater, I swear I just, I cried a little before running down there to meet them but I love them so much and idk maybe it does get better.

[amygdalae]

hes just a hungry guy

[parasolladyansy]

hi! first of all i adore your art and AUs! also sorry if this was asked before but would the Ingo of the Hero of Bombs AU ever meet his Emmet? does Emmet even know Ingo is just chilling in a different universe?

Yes. ;u;

I used to have something like this on the bulletin board over my desk to look at when I felt tired or losing steam working on DxP REWRITE, to remind me why.

I have a different set-up in this place, but maybe I can find a spot for it again (maybe a little picture frame on my desk lol). 🩵

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After helping Link save Hyrule, Ingo is sent home only a few months since he left (unlike the canon / my trainer Ansy’s timeline)

Is stronger than when he left (Bomb Flowers are heavier than Poké Balls), & is far more physically able to handle any conflicts that may occur in Gear Station (rough passengers, wild Pokémon, etc).

Mineru’s spirit may or may not have come with him (if she did, I thought she would become a Yamask, as she already has a mask, evolving into Cofagrigus).

Some random dude from the Pearl Clan was Sneasler’s Warden instead of Ingo.

[froggiewrites]

maybe.. can i request a sanji smut where he accidentally says i love you and panics but it's okay because reader(/you) reassure him. idk. something sappy and cute. also i love your writing! u capture the characters so well

Ahh anon thank you so much!! I've been thinking about this request for a while, it's so cute and fluffy and perfect for Sanji 💙 I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope I did your request justice! This is just absolute unrepentant, self indulgent fluff😊

Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You and Sanji finally get the chance to be alone, and you're more than happy to take advantage of the moment. But a small slip of the tongue sends Sanji spiraling, and he needs you to help bring him back. Warnings: Smut, Fluff (like so much, absolutely tooth rotting fluff), No Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 1.4k

You had been waiting days before you could finally be alone.

Every time you thought you had a chance, there’d be another battle, another meal for him to cook, another extra cool thing that Luffy had to show you right now—it was never ending.

But here, today, you two are finally alone, fighting to savor the moment but losing to your desperate need to tear each other’s clothes off.

“I’ve missed you so much.” His voice is breathy, whiny, and desperate. His hands are unbuttoning your blouse with an uncharacteristic lack of patience, fingers catching as he scrambles to undress you. After his hands slip for a third time, he gives up, placing open mouth kisses across your chest, seeking any bit of exposed skin he can find. You giggle, pushing him away to unbutton it on your own, and he lets out the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever heard. “Please, angel–”

You laugh again. “I’m helping you, Sanji.” You resume unbuttoning, and he’s instantly enraptured with the sight of your midriff, as though he’s seeing it for the first time. You let the shirt slide to the floor, and quickly unhook your bra to join it. The moment your chest is fully exposed, before the fabric even hits the ground, he’s back on you, mouth immediately latching to one of your nipples, fingers rubbing and pinching the other, making you let out a soft, muted moan. He lavishes you in attention, as you try and fail to unbutton his dress shirt, hands trembling with every suck and nip he gives you. You settle for tugging at his hair, though even you can’t quite tell if it’s to encourage him to stop or to keep going. You want to enjoy his body as much as he’s enjoying yours, but from the quiet groans he’s letting out and his heaving breaths, he’s enjoying this just as much as he would your hands on him.

When he removes his mouth to switch sides, you pull back, rushing to remove his shirt before he can distract you again. He laughs quietly, looking up at you with more adoration than you once thought possible. He doesn’t reach for you again until you’ve finished his shirt and start working on his belt, content to admire you until the moment demands him again. Once the belt is off, your pants and panties are off before you even realize he has reached for you. He kicks out of his pants clumsily, tripping and falling directly into you, pulling you both into the bed. He looks embarrassed for only a moment, immediately finding relief in your laughter as you hide your face in his neck.

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t deprive me like that.”

You’re still giggling as you push further into his neck. “I’m not depriving you!”

“Yes you are, darling, and you wound me! How am I supposed to hear your beautiful laughter and not see the way it makes your eyes light up?” You laugh harder, and his joke admonishment grows. “I can feel your nose crinkling right now, but I can’t see it. This should be a crime.”

You pull back, smiling so hard it almost hurts, and he grins in return. “There you are.” He kisses your cheeks and nose, making exaggerated smooching sounds upon every impact. “I missed you.”

“I was right here!”

“I know.”

His hands reach for your thighs, spreading you apart and lining himself up. He doesn’t lean down to kiss you, or nip at your neck, and allow you to reach up and kiss him. He simply stares into your eyes as he prepares to enter you. The act is so intimate it makes your chest ache. He slowly bottoms out, eyes not leaving you for a moment, admiring the way your face twists with pleasure. He gives you time to adjust before setting a steady pace, his hands gripping the bed sheets in concentration so he doesn’t speed up to the rapid speeds his body is begging for. When you reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck, unable to say anything but a weak cry of his name, he loses that self control, pulling you close and hiding his face into your neck as he hammers into you sloppily.

“Gorgeous…can’t believe you’re here with me.” He starts whispering into your neck, voice thick and heavy. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

You try to tell him that you’re the lucky one here, to be here with him, but you let out nothing but a choked moan as he hits a particular spot, and his quiet admiration turns to rapid babbling, mindless and wanting. A lot of it is just small bits of affection you’re used to, darling and wonderful and beautiful and mine, but as your peaks grow closer and closer, and you’re just on the edge, you hear it. “Love you, god, love you.”

His hips freeze as his arms stiffen beside you, and his voice remains trapped in his throat. You stiffen a little as well, despite yourself. You had wanted to hear those words for so long, kept them buried deep in your chest, not wanting to rush things. Their sudden entrance startled you. You had expected the moment to be grandiose, the way Sanji tries to make most of his gestures. This was just a quiet and simple confession in the heat of the moment. You want to open your mouth to say it back, but the mix of your dying pleasure and the tightening affection in your chest makes it hard.

Until you hear him sniffle.

You instantly move your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks, pulling him to look you in the eyes. He doesn’t look embarrassed or disappointed as you had expected, angry at himself for letting it slip before he was ready. Instead, your dear Sanji looks afraid.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” You brush away his tears, cooing softly, comfortingly. You want to kiss them away, but despite him still being inside of you, you don’t think that kind of touch is what he needs right now. He presses himself into your hand, trying to hide from you in whatever way he can.

“I didn’t mean–” his voice is shaking, “Well, I did, but I didn’t want–I–” You can see his panic rising, his breath quickening, and you imagine if you moved your hand you would be able to feel his heart frantically pounding beneath your fingertips.

“Breathe, sweetheart. It’s okay.” You give him a gentle smile, bringing one hand up to run soothingly through his hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong, darling. Just take a second to calm down. In and out with me, okay?”

You take a deep breath in, ignoring how shaky his is, and a long breath out, then another, then another. Once he seems to be breathing okay on his own, you lean forward slightly to brush your noses together. Staring him deeply in the eyes, you whisper, “I love you too, Sanji. It’s okay.”

His eyes fill with tears again. “You do?” His voice cracks around the simple words.

“I do. So very much. Thank you for saying it first. I’ve been waiting to say it for a while now, but I was too scared. Thank you for being brave enough for both of us.” You press your foreheads together, your shaky breathing the only sound in the room for a moment.

He leans forward to kiss you sweetly, a hand reaching up so he can run a thumb across your cheek. “I wanted it to be special.”

“It was.”

He pouts slightly, bottom lip jutting out. “That wasn’t special.”

“Yes, it was,” you insist.

“How?”

“It was from you.”

His eyes widen in surprise before he gives you a goofy, boyish grin, radiating love and joy. He collapses on top of you, sex long forgotten, and pulls you impossibly closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sanji.”

He repeats himself. “I love you. I can say it as much as I want now.”

“I love you too. And you always could. You just know it now.”

You shower his face in kisses as he repeats it, again and again, for every moment he thought it but couldn’t say it aloud. You’re there for what feels like forever, but you don’t mind. This is a moment you could enjoy for eternity.

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[thou-babbling-brook]

Smth smth endless cycle of war for a purpose that exceeds your understanding smth smth

[luckkythirt33n]

"he's not smoking again, is he?"

[minty-mumbles]

“There’s only one bed” trope for LU but it’s just nine guys (or eight guys and one dog) trying to fit into one bed because that’s all the inn had left and no one is willing to admit defeat and sleep on the floor

[sun-marie]

LRB but I'm replaying BG3 and Gale being on the knife's edge of Wholesome/"Dirty" is what makes him soo interesting to me. Like this is a man who, in two different versions of the same scene, can either sweetly and gently make love to your tav in a typical setting which transitions to a tasteful fade-to-black, or brings your tav's spirit along for a transcendent experience where he literally duplicates part of himself so he can have more parts to touch their parts in some crazy astral-soup sky world. And both are treated like valid expressions of his love!! Like the range they allowed him to express, he's not one or the other, he's both

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Miles Kane backstage at Pukkelpop 2024 🖤

[zappedbyzabka]

All photos (and a gif) of these karate men in one place

[dailykarin]

day 25 karin: my beautiful artist please compliment her art

[deadstaticolivia]

I had a dream like 2 nights ago where natsumi walked into the living room for breakfast and see’s keroro watching a pride parade on the tv at full volume and she’s just like “happy pride stupid frog” and noggies his head a bit and keroro turns to her and says “happy pride Faggot!” With the most innocent eyes full of joy at an occasion. I woke up in a cold sweat. Happy pride everyone

[raspberrybirb]

"Don't Trust Alfendi Layton"

[nightly-nightcat]

day 98 - you know what? *turns you into an lps*

[spacemothes]

I can't believe I was looking through ao3's search system to find a fic to read before bed. and i see motherfucking ai

bitch proudly has an entire three chapter fic written by ai, put on ao3, and says "Sorry it's ai it might get a little repetitive👉👈"

Like bitch???? I was just trying to find a batfam or isat found family fic and now I have to see this ugly shit

[echidna-cosmos]

goats | pt. 1

happy birthday @ohnoitsoak ^_^