#MY MEN AAAAA

[salabaluwu]

I wanted to share a drawing I made (,,>﹏<,,)

[the-yellowcouchart]

So uuuuuh... goblin queen from that there xmen 97 yeah.... MOTHER

[evelynpr]

You ever think about how All Might has two male exes that both have a child with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a big heart?

[pettyprocrastination]

Leg Day

Pairing: Art Donaldson x Female Powerlifter!Reader

Summary: You first catch Art Donaldson's eye in the university gym when all you want to do is hit back and biceps before class, the tennis player finds himself quite caught in your physique.

Warnings: foul language, smut, oral (f receiving), Art eats pussy and likes your thighs a whole lot. Reader is described as muscular. One line describes reader as not looking like Tashi in terms of physique.

Word Count: 1k

Author's note: Forcing myself to get back into writing at the same time im forcing myself to get back to the gym :') take this lil ficlet as a sign of my love for those who still follow me on here lmaoo.

Art adored your thighs. 

You didn’t look like Tashi. Not that there was anything wrong with that in his mind, of course. But the physiques differed greatly. The star tennis player of Stanford had a lean build from her years of training and perfecting her sport. Long legs that covered the court in smooth strides and toned arms that delivered a vicious backhand. 

The same body he and Patrick had nearly shared that one fateful night in a dingey hotel room when they should have been sleeping before their match in the morning. The same body he had found his gaze lingering on a touch too long to be appropriate for his best friend's girlfriend. 

And the same body you called him out for drooling over in the campus gym when all you wanted to do was a simple arm workout before your 10 am. 

“So are you actually going to use the bench or are you just gonna sit on it and stare at her like a fucking creep for another twenty minutes?” 

You were not Tashi Duncan. 

Strong arms crossed over one another as you waited for him to either say something or move, neither of which his brain could comprehend as you stood before him expectantly. A powerful, if not a tad intimidating physique supported by thick, muscular quads built from years of lifting heavy in sweat-filled weight rooms since you were a little girl that grew tired of soccer. 

Then cheer. 

Then volleyball. 

The gymnastics. 

Powerlifting was the one sport that finally stuck. 

“It makes me feel strong.” You had explained your love for the sport to him one night. With his head laying in your lap, the textbook he had carried with him to your dorm under the excuse of needing help studying now laid discarded on your floor as he listened to your story. “Seeing how much I can lift, how it feels to finally make a weight you’ve been struggling with for so long. It feels like you’re proving something, you know? Especially when you’re one of the only girls in the weight room.” 

Art could feel the testament to your craft under him. The thick corded muscle of your quads beneath his head as your fingers carded through his hair absentmindedly. Legs that were hugged by every pair of shorts you wore or hidden beneath the same pair of Stanford sweatpants whenever you felt a chill in the air. He found himself dreading the coming of winter as the two of you began to spend more time together. 

He wasn’t sure when the admiration began to shift into something deeper, slowly turning from one athlete showing respect for another’s commitment to their sport into a hormonal college freshman staring at your ass in spandex shorts each time he bumped into you at the campus gym. 

What he did know was that the night he finally found himself between your legs was one he would never forget. How quickly the pair of you shed your clothes in one anothers embrace, turning your room into nothing more than a collection of discarded study packets and kicked off Stanford merch telling the story that Art would no doubt replay in his mind for the entirety of winter break. 

The soft smile on your face as he crawled on top of you, pressing fervent kisses to every inch of your body that you would allow him access. How he memorized each microscopic reaction, that a kiss to your neck would make you giggle but turn into a shuddering gasp if he dug his teeth into the skin. How you softened in his arms when he ran his tongue along the scar lining your hip, one he would have to ask you about someday. 

But dear God, he could write poetry about your legs. 

The feeling of them wrapping around his head while he lapped at your cunt with tentative kitten licks that soon turned into devouring you with a desperation that could no doubt be heard through the walls. Your muscles twitching and trembling from his touch as you cried out his name with an arched back and scrambling hands, desperately trying to reach him until you found purchase in his soft curls, gripping just tight enough to verge on being painful. His own moans mixing with yours, poor bastard getting so lost in giving you pleasure he didn't even realize when he began to grind his hips into your mattress, desperately searching for a release while helping you reach your own. 

To hear your voice pitch into an airy whine as your thighs tightened around his head. Tighter and tighter as he pushed you over the edge of your orgasm, hips twitching against his mouth still working away against your dripping cunt in a way that verged on being gluttonous until you pulled him away with a sharp tug on his hair. 

In the aftermath, a silence settled over the two of you like a soft blanket. Spit-slicked lips laid feather-light kisses against the still twitching muscles of your thighs, pressing against the blooming bite marks that he knew would just barely peek out from the cuff of your shorts you wore during your morning training sessions. A minuscule stake of claim that he had no business branding you with given that he was too chickenshit to take you out on a real date. 

Had you opened your eyes, you’d see that his were already trained on you with a softness you weren’t yet ready to see. Admiring the rise and fall of your chest with a faint smile on his face and the desire to take you out properly. To scrounge up enough money from his bank account after the room & board payments bleed him dry to some small burger shop or maybe the local theater to see you outside of the walls of your dorm or the university gym, wearing something nice and laughing at his jokes before kissing him goodnight. To sit in the stands of his next match as his girlfriend and congratulate him on his win with an overly obnoxious kiss that he would swear was humiliating but made him preen under your praise like a peacock during mating season. To do all of the downright nauseatingly romantic bullshit every nineteen year old boy wanted to do with the girl he was too afraid to actually make a move on. 

But not yet. 

“Have you ever considered wrestling? You’ve got a killer leg lock.”

[jirachuuu]

Don’t even try to deny🙂‍↔️

We’re both going home satisfied🙂‍↕️,

let’s go for it just for the night🫣

[merakiui]

MORE YANDERE ROLLO CRUMBS I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY DOWN BAD

I WILL PROVIDE, OR MY NAME IS NOT MERAKIUI (LOVER AND ADMIRER OF MR. ROLLO FLAMME)!!!!!!!!! OTL I've loved him since the first day and now that I can experience him again but in English... I love him too much. ( ´ ˘ `)/♡

Last year I wrote briefly about the twins railing you in church and Rollo kicking them out. This is how I imagine Floyd to be if he was in GloMas:

[zellaspinna]

I enjoy drawing these two so much 🧎

Still a wip!!

[goodforyuu]

Oh my god my bf surprised me with an early Christmas gift of @lydibug-art ‘s prints along with a sticker of the man of my dreams dgdhgfj

My old older cat Rem has sniffed in approval✨

[tonyscottchord]

Check out this amazing Danny Kaffee, Maverick, and Carole commission by the immensely talented @enthyrea!! They're all so PERFECT their outfits are PERFECT aaaaaaaaaa!

Dedicated to @awkwxrdapple @ladywaffles @thethistlegirl @nade2308 and @dannykaffee for coming up with the Danny & Mav Sibling AU and indulging my silliness!!!

[matchbet-allofthetime]

None of y'all want to fuck Sir Nighteye enough and it shows

[clownsuu]

Bro I just got done playing this fnaf fan game that puts it into a escape room type thingy and there was one level where Music Man (classic, not DJ) was behind you and was a timer and the Classic reminds me of Omega so my brain was literally 'Yeah, Omega is behind me while I do the beginning mini game for Fnaf pizza simulator'. Sorry I felt the need to share because it was funny and a bit spooki imagining my favorite emo behind me while I try not to die lmao-

How dare u not let him play along smhhhhh

[mukuberry]

Trans men are completely invisible to everybody!!!!!!!! It's like we don't exist in this world!!!!!!! If we all disappeared tomorrow nobody would notice or care!!!!!!!! FuckAaaaa

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i hate character design but i drool when i get the chance to do it

i hate character design its so time consuming and its so much effort and it forces me to think and---

hey girlie

wanna design this character?

OMG YES YES YES YES YES PLEASE!!!

........

so

anyways

Nakshatra (नक्षत्र)

and

Yumi (由美)

hmmmm

so naksha tara is star map which is ehhhh close enough. star ->star

yumi is purpose and beauty which is ehhhh

im brainstorming here. not a fan of either of those

........

Chayavati (छायावती)

chaya + vati is like shadows + association suffix = associated with the shadows

so if you stretch your brain enough, it could imply treachery

-1 i hate it

-1.5 you can tell which language it is but not the meaning

-2.5 doesnt start with an S

-3.5 not very thoughtful

kanksa (काङ्क्षा) is like desire and longing. honestly fitting considering the whole plotline about [redacted]

-1 you can tell which language it is and search up the meaning

-2 doesnt start with an S

+1 fits his general themes very well

Saktyasa (शक्त्याशा) is hope for power. so -> desire for power. actually if anyone names their child any of this shit no wonder he went batshit. like--

+1 point because it starts with an S

+2 the spelling makes it almost impossible to tell which language it is and what it means

+3 because i also dont know the language so its even better if i messed up (last i knew of this language was like 10 years ago in meditation school so fuck me)

-1 doesnt encompass as many themes as i like

-2 sounds like exotic gibberish enough to get me cancelled for racism

forget him lets go fuck up some kanji

風刃 kanji for wind + kanji for blade HAHAHA im AAAAAAAAAA

ok so thats a kanji pair so more than likely its onyomi reading right?

so then i think together its read like fujin? is it? on for 風 is fu and for 刃 its jin or nin? in names it seems to be jin

ok so 風刃 is fujin (?)

+1 literally her name

-1 literally her name

善心. 善 is virtuous and onyomi is "zen". 心 is heart/mind and onyomi is shin

zenshin

-1 i dont like it

+1 its true

強志. 強 is strong with onyomi as kyou and gou (i could not tell you which one is to be used). 志 is resolve with onyomi shi

so its either kyoshi or goshi.

+1 i like it

+2 its true

-1 i dont know japanese so i cant tell which reading

back to him

I could name him Sanki

it means strange/eccentric/crazy

+1 starts with an S

+2 captures his entire personality

-1 easy to figure out which language and meaning

ill keep it as his nickname. like screamer was supposed to be derogatory nickname, this is derogatory nickname too.

maybe change the romanization to Sanky

Saktyasa nickname Sanky

[merakiui]

Ngl Azul’s voice is so nice to me and after seeing his summer fit 👀👀 can picture him moaning about the summer heat in that fit. The things I’d do to him to get more noises out of him😫😫

If this isn't the truth!!! OTL his voice is so nice... certified best babygirl with the best whimpers and whines in all of twst. <3 he definitely complains about the heat and how he doesn't want to get a sunburn, but you're just looking so intensely at him because he does not realize how pretty he sounds when he's moaning about the sun. orz his summer outfit combined with his lovely voice??? It's over for me. ;;;;;; he's too fine and I'm not normal about it. T^T

[wanderxdusk]

Ooc: Disappointed that I can't find any Pillar Men to interact with, because I have a possibly cool idea that's inspired by my tribe's history and culture.

My ancestors saw the sun as sacred, even had Sun Chiefs long, long ago. Fire and light are such important symbols and still are to this day. While there's no definitive evidence yet, there is some research showing my ancestors may have left because they weren't safe where they once lived and wanted a place of their own, which is what started their search for the Homeland.

Shikoba is Chickasaw, so I'm wondering if the possibility of her being descended from those who fled from the land the Pillar Men controlled. With them escaping towards the east, the direction of the rising sun, and the Pillar Men once being adverse to the sun, I thought it might be a neat contrast.

With how much lineage and generations impact JJBA's story, I thought it could be cool for Shikoba to face off against those who once held power over her ancestors.

[cloudyvulpine]

help this was supposed to just b a little warm up sketch but i got so distracted by him sjjahskahsskwbkda he's just so pretty and my new coloring style is so fun also i made him so fluffy sjdjjfja