#Still.. it’s a little short 😭

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Happy Birthday Idia! 💀

“Idia~!”

With a final cry, you reached your peak again as your legs shook violently. But with the vibrator buzzing on your genitalia, you sprung back and threw your head back.

“Mmh..! Enough... Th-that’s really enough~!!”

Your head started to spin and you clutched the sheets while he moved his hips despite having came a few times as well as you, smirking above you with his hair nearly full pink.

“Haah~! You say ‘enough’, but your insides say ‘give me more’... Seems like your body is more honest than your pretty mouth~”

He leaned in to kiss you again, tongues intertwining like how your bodies are right now. He then moved his hands that had pinned your wrists above your head, to your hips, and gave stronger and more violent thrusts while his semen starts to overflow out of you. Your cheeks visibly got red while you feel it sloshing in you. You let out a gasp when he leaned in again to lick your neck, then breathily whispered in your ear;

“...Don’t forget that... you wanted me to have my way with you... when I win the game in the first place, fuheehee~”

He bit your neck while moving his hips, giving you deeper thrusts while licking the place he bit. You let go one of your hands from his sheets and pulled him into yet another deep kiss. The pink hue increased while he picks up a pace that has you rolling your eyes further, and his grip on your hips became rougher.

You repeated his name again and again when you broke off the kiss and held him tightly while you grinded your hips against his crotch. He looked at you and does the same whenever he thrusts, hitting more spots inside while your inner walls hug his length tightly.

Your voice nearly broke off when he hit just the right place and your vision went white as you came again on his cock. At the same time, you felt something filling you again, to the brim this time. Then you felt him slowly stop and heard him pant.

“(Y/N)...”

You heard him meekly say your name.

Your hand went on his hair, caressing the unique, silky strands of blue hair that makes him giddy. He chuckled while putting his head on your chest to listen your heartbeat. It was fast and you were panting as well, but the warmth inside you made you feel comfortable with how his cock was all snug and how his cum was in you. He slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you while looking at your face, with how cute you looked with your flushed cheeks, parted lips and half-lidded eyes while his cum was (literally) gushing out of you.

When your breath was still, you hugged him and felt his arms wrap around your torso.

“Idia...”

“Y-yes, (Y/N)?”

“I love you.. and happy birthday...”

He was taken aback at first, but then he lightly smiled and kissed the top of your head, then bury his head there. You were pretty sure he said something though~

“...Thank you... and I love you too...”

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[toffeebrews]

to think I used to be an ink centered person wtf happened

[ineed-to-sleep]

I'm still working on this btw. Chipping away at it one little panel at a time 🥲

[suddencolds]

.(personal)

[starleska]

i simply had to upload this scene from The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause in which Jack Frost shamelessly flirts with a married woman. after he just tried hitting on her heavily pregnant, married daughter. oh, he's so desperate for affection it makes me sick 🙈❄️

[lonestardust]

they fit like puzzle pieces!!!!!!!

[cosmic-ships]

🎶 I still can't draw Obi-Wan to save my life 🎶

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

i thought their voices made for a pretty interesting combination, so i made a little test thing to show it off

ust by Zoë (@/half-a-head)

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[steamedlotusroot]

i love how different red boy and nezha are in LMK and FRZ despite being derived from the same characters :>

[vyrid-judges]

What's your opinion on Bellamort? Do you really think she would love him for all that he is? Do you think she would be able to overcome her blood prejudice if it's him? Do you believe he would open up to her love and start to love her aswell? I myself am conflicted about this ship because on one hand it is canon, they had sex and he obviously held some level of care for her (I do not believe his scream at the end of DH was a proof of his great love or whatever I think dude was just stressed and losing his last most loyal follower sent him over the edge) but I cannot help but be bothered by it. I just cannot believe a guy who's so egoistic would genuinely fall in love with Bellatrix. Yes I do think he would care for her and grow affectionate towards her and I think it even happened in the books on some level but I think a person like Voldemort would be very obsessive when in love and wouldn't be able to fall in love with the type of person who would feed into his narcissism and ego. Someone who wouldn't change him or challenge his mind. Such "love" makes me uncomfortable. I'm aware not all love is pure and stuff but I cannot imagine loving someone who is kind of your slave. There is a lack of humanity and respect in this type of dynamic which strips away any potential love that could develop. Shippers argue that V needs someone subordinate to love them but idk...I don't see it.

Ship: Bellamort

I absolutely agree with you on the matter of Bellamort being an unbelievable/unrealistic ship, anon. I’ll never criticize anybody for shipping Fanon ships that they want too, of course, as a Tomarry shipper myself—but that doesn’t mean it makes sense in Canon whatsoever, and whoever tries to pretend like it does—well. To each their own argument.

Voldemort was an egotistic, prideful, vengeful monster who would go above and beyond to save his own skin and life regardless of anything else when it really mattered. He didn’t feel love. That was the main reason he couldn’t kill Harry—because Harry had Lily’s love and love was his weapon and Voldemort didn’t have a drop of it. (Just because you don’t like that doesn’t change the fact that Rowling made it so. Just like how I dislike the Amortentia part of the book—that shit’s still true.)

But Voldemort called her Bella! That shows his personal affection for her!

Yeah, and he called Peter Pettigrew “Wormtail,” which was a beloved nickname to him from his old friend group. Does that mean he holds affection for him too?? Cmon yall. (Yeah, yeah, I know he called him that to torture him because of his betrayal, but this is just a weak argument guys.)

He screamed when she died, but not when Nagini died.

He was panicking and seeing his life flashing before his eyes. He knew he was a dead man, and seeing his last and only loyal follower die broke that dam holding back his panic. It wasn’t because he loved her, it’s because he realized he was fucked. His magic exploded because he was in his final stages of defense, which is the reason he tried to kill Molly—accidental, blind panic. Let’s not over analyze this.

He made HIMSELF revealed at OOTP to the entire Ministry, allowing them to thwart his plans, just to save her from going back to Azkaban…

My honest reaction:

The prophecy was broken! It got smashed! His plans were already THWARTED. He already suffered defeat, he wasn’t about to lose the only person who was brain dead enough to actually be loyal to him! I bet all my money if he had to choose between the prophecy and Bella, he’d choose that damn prophecy.

Bella stayed behind in the forest when nobody else would when Voldemort fell—

Girl, shut up. Just because Bellatrix loved him doesn’t mean he did. That doesn’t PROVE anything.

There are multiple instances in the books where she begs for his forgiveness and seems genuinely terrified of him—and it’s not because she doesn’t want to disappoint him. It’s because she doesn’t want to DIE. The fact that he would kill her and she knows it doesn’t make the argument much better.

Sure, he shows her some affection throughout the books, but respects her devotion and loyalty to him. Not her love. Love isn’t a concept for him—his poor pathetic mother who died and left him, and his good-for-nothing father who couldn’t even bother being magical—the only love he has is for himself, and the only friendship was with Nagini.

Anyway, don’t take Cursed Child’s silly little plotline into canon—there’s already a bunch wrong with it that people write off, so we can write this off too.

Not much else to say except this, unless you want me to get into something really specific about it. Todoloo!

(Bellamort Radics: Feel free to scream at me in the reblogs despite my anti-warnings and no-interaction policy. I’ll probably just laugh at you, but others might be impressed.)

[wuntrum]

me before getting every haircut: haha yeah im good, im excited, i pre grieved the loss of the hair i have now, i got this

me after every haircut: 😔

[tariah23]

Bro, I forgot that ppl shipped Hitsugaya and Karin…… 🗿…..