#THANK YOU 😳

[erabu-san]

erabu my beloved, all your tighnaris are handsome even the little ones

Oh !! I am glad then 😳

[imperaptorfuriosa]

IS UR TDOV POST YOU. sorry if this makes you uncomfy but ur literally so hot????? wtf

yes thats me lmao .....

[necromeowncy]

this isn't a question. I just want you to know your sexy gposes have a special place in my brain and sometimes they keep me awake at night. AND randomly pop into my head at incredibly inappropriate moments. they are so hauntingly beautiful and hot.

You have no idea how flattered I am to hear this, honestly. 😳 Thank you so much for enjoying!!

[atsukunaru]

💜

[ejacutastic]

I gotta say once again, as a butch-ish lesbian, would smash 10/10. Have a good day/night/whatever :)

[you-will-never-find-me-anymore]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your builds and they inspire me greatly in my own builds. I hope you have a great year further!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[evil-quartett]

sometimes you just need to hear how much you mean to someone.

[homobeast]

how does it feel to be the hottest person alive??? 😌

😳😳😳😳😳😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 anon please…. ur making me blush….

[chikorra]

"You're safe now, my darling" The knight rescued her precious princess from the evil Gabriel Agreste

=>>Reference that inspired this piece. :3 =>>Contact me through these socials if you like! <3

[shokujin-art]

That man gave me a brainrot a year ago when I discovered Obscura demo from @rottenraccoons His and Keir's chapter 2 is officialy out and my Cirrus brainrot is back at full speed I totally recommend this visual novel 💖💖

[fascinationstreetmp3]

KAR'NISS 🕷️

[tinyfantasminha]

Thoughts on Jack's dream(MASSIVE main story spoilers ahead)

JACKS DREAM got me by the thROAT bc the more I analyze it the more angsty it feels and I alreadfy sobbed n cried and I must SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM He's dreaming of the magift tournament but basically if..... if Leona's plan never took place....... If Leona actually WERE the hero Jack has idolized...... 😭

First I gotta take note dosodkgkfdgjdfkghfdjk hOW JACK YEARNS FOR HIS SENPAI'S PRAISE AND AFFECTION 🥺🥺truly the epitome of loyal, puppy-like behavior..... It doesn't take much for him to be happy… He yearns for the respect and acknowledgement of those he admires. He craves respect and recognition, but not only that—he genuinely wants to see those he admires thrive.

Seems to me that what Jack longs for most is a sense of belonging within a pack. He’s not just devoted to those he holds in high regard; he also desires to be cared for in return (This becomes even more apparent when he asks Ruggie to act as a mentor or older-brother figure in his dorm uniform vignette.) Jack's actions reflect his innate wolf nature—a being built for connection, loyalty, and mutual protection. No matter how much he tells himself or others how he prefers to handle things on his own… We can clearly see that Jack is happier when he’s part of a team, fighting alongside companions who’ve got his back. It’s the dynamic balance of trust: to protect and be protected, to rely on others and let them rely on him in return. It deeply resonates with the essence of wolves.

We often hear the phrase “lone wolf,” an expression of grudging admiration. A lone wolf is often viewed as a rugged individualist, uncompromising and independent, driven to forge his own path, unfettered by the sentimental need for companionship. In reality, few people would ever want to live this way—and, as it turns out, few wolves would either. Wolves, males and females alike, may go through periods alone, but they’re not interested in lives of solitude. A lone wolf is a wolf that is searching, and what it seeks is another wolf. Everything in a wolf’s nature tells it to belong to something greater than itself: a pack. Like us, wolves form friendships and maintain lifelong bonds. They succeed by cooperating, and they struggle when they’re alone. Like us, wolves need one another. (source)

Which is why the factual reality cuts so deeply.

After Ortho wakes Jack up (in oUTER SPACE DKJGDSDKFJGKJS that was so adventitious but so cool.....) and Jack falls down like a meteorite (ALSO SUPER COOL BUT WTF.....) Fake!Leona and Fake!Ruggie rush to his side, Leona softly reassures him, saying it’s a relief he’s uninjured and advising him not to be so reckless while Ruggie says ''You're a promising rookie. Our treasure.'' (I started crying here.)

Jack breaks into a bitter, despairing laugh as the truth crashes down on him. The sincerity and warmth his “upperclassmen” showed in that moment? It wasn’t real. It never actually happened. Jack recounts his excitement when he first joined Savanaclaw, eager to fight alongside the dormmates he admired so much. He talks about how he had watched Leona’s play three years ago—over and over again, captivated by it. He reveals the painful truth of discovering their wicked plan, the frustration of being unable to snap them out of it, and the overwhelming helplessness that consumed him.

I gotta say, I'm SO HAPPY that Jack's feelings on the events of book 2 were finally properly addressed now (cause let's be real, book 2 uhh... did kinda a shitty job at this 💀 Neither the narrative nor the fandom really took the time to explore the emotional impact it had on him, which is such a disservice to his character.)

Think about it from Jack’s perspective. He was obsessed with Leona's play 3 years ago, watching it over and over again. In his eyes, Leona was a hero, someone worth idolizing to the point of projecting an idealized image of him: an earnest, hardworking, honorable leader. When Jack finally had the chance to join Savanaclaw and be part of the dorm he had admired so deeply, what was his reality? Ostracization, bullying and even physical violence from some of his dorm mates (as shown in Leona's dorm uniform vignette) And worst of all? Jack was met with his idol’s true, treacherous side—dirty tactics, underhanded schemes, and a willingness to harm others to achieve his goals. When Jack tried to confront them about it, he wasn’t met with understanding or respect. Instead, he was called a “filthy traitor” and a “spoiled brat”—by the very person he admired most. It’s a complete dismantling of everything Jack believed in, everything he worked for.

It's a shame the game and manga did not give enough weight to Jack’s feelings, (the novel seems to do a better job at it though) but now it’s clear just how much this hurt him. It wasn’t just a setback; it was a deep, personal betrayal that shook him to his core.

He’s only a first-year. Beneath his gruff demeanor and physical strength, Jack is still a boy—pure-hearted, earnest, and full of hope. All he wanted was to stand beside those he respected most but what he got instead was disappointment, betrayal, and rejection. To idolize someone so deeply, only to have that image crushed in the most personal, gut-wrenching way........ Savanaclaw doesn't deserve him 💔

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,,,,okay forgive me to break the essay to talk about this but I'm going insane over the fact fake Ruggie ominously coos, ''Hey puppy-chan you're a good boy so come here.....'' UGHGHHHDSHNGDSHNDGSHHHnnnnhhHHHH HE IS BASICALLY SAVANACLAW'S UNOFFICIAL MASCOT,,,,,,, their loyal little puppy 🥺🥺🥺😭😭

fake ruggie and fake leona try to lure him in to sleep again, but Jack says he has no intention of fighting alongside fakes and defeats them 😌

And we get this utterly precious moment where Jack praises Yuu and Grim for having guts and persevering through everything and he PETS GRIM'S HEAD............ HE DIDN'T NEED TO COMFORT THEM BUT AWWAAHBBBAYYAWYWYHAWWABYWAWAYAA

I can't wait to see what role he'll play in Leona's dream 😌 Jack’s arc feels like it’s finally getting the weight it deserves… 🙏🙏🙏

[silvermun]

One to rule All

(design by gareki_sh)

[wilimia]

It just doesn't get any more self indulgent than this I swear

The height difference is very important

[aphrogeneias]

worshipping? no, i'm but a mere mortal 😳

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — biting

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: secret relationship. mentions of penetrative sex.

"What is that? Have you gotten into a fight with a werewolf?"

"Huh?" Steve was still half asleep when he picked Robin up that morning. As his best friend got into the passenger seat of his car, already speaking in a volume that would surely wake him up in no time, it didn't really register what she was talking about.

She scoffed. "Those bite marks, dingus. Didn't know you had a date with a feral animal last night. That's a new low for you."

He felt the blood drain from his face, but covered it up with a playful scowl. "Whatever. You're just jealous 'cause I have a pretty girl who is willing to give me all of these hickies."

"A pretty girl, yeah? Who's the lucky one of the week?"

Knowing himself to be a terrible liar, Steve looked forward, taking his car out of park and into the street. He was blushing, though, and that he wasn't able to hide. 

"No one you know." He mumbles.

As Robin protested, reapplying her mascara through the passenger seat mirror, Steve blushed harder as he remembered the night before — and he would love to tell her all about it, except for the fact that she couldn't know it was you.

She couldn't know that it was you that he had on his bed almost every night, and that this has been happening for weeks. She couldn't know that it was you that was on top of him, telling him to keep his hands on the headboard while you ravaged his skin with your mouth, biting and sucking red and purple bruises all over him.

She couldn't know how much he liked it, begged for it. How he looked at you as you sunk your teeth into him with a strange kind of adoration, the thrill of being marked — owned — by you. The way his hands roamed your bare skin, the glittering sheen of sweat that made you glow, and how he left his own mark on you with how his hands gripped the supple flesh of your hips when you sat yourself on his cock.

He couldn't tell her about the noises you made, how your moans echoed through his room and spurred him on, the roll of your hips meeting his own, the slick sounds that came from where your bodies met. How you couldn't keep yourself up with how good he made you feel, laying on top of him and letting him fuck you from underneath you, setting a cruel pace as you whimpered into his neck.

She couldn't know about all the ways he made you cum, or about how obsessed he was with you. You'd made a deal — keep your little relationship a secret until you're sure about what you really want. None of your friends could know, you'd tell them when the time was right.

Steve wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but he agreed that there was a certain appeal in hiding in plain sight. Your bite marks on his neck, you going to work wearing his sweaters, sneaking out to fuck whenever you hung out. The world didn't need to know you were his, not yet — you knew, and that was enough.

They were still bantering when he stopped at your driveway, and watched you walk to his car with a bounce on your step. You opened the backseat door, threw your bag in first, and sat right in the middle.

"Did you see that Steve got mauled by a wolf last night?" Robin turned her body around to see you better. All you did was snicker, and throw your hair over your shoulder. If you weren't jeans, they would be able to see Steve's own marks left on your thighs.

"Really, Steve? Did you at least win?"

The two of you shared a look. The curve of your smirk, the defiant rise of his chin. Tension that would be resolved later, surely.

"You know me. I never lose."

As he started the car again, you rolled your eyes. "Maybe the wolf should have gone harder on you."

Your eyes met through the rearview mirror. "Maybe I'd like that."

[myokk]

troll attack😳