#YAYYY THE STUPID

[driedupeyeballs]

LOOK AT THIS DUMBASS!!!!! This is like appearing on TV but way cooler

ITS FINALLY DONE

40 hours of work- just around 200 peoples ocs in the twst community (as such there may be some small mistakes on my end and sometimes i couldnt find refs with all the colors so i did my best!! Honestly im sorry if i missed you too even if its impossible for me to get every single person HFNDJXDHV)

Nothing can quite describe how welcomed ive felt in this community. I find myself always wanting to give back to my moots, followers, or even just other members in the community in general.

SOOO ive been slowly chipping away at this for the past few months. Consider this a gift! And uh, have fun finding your ocs/yuus-

Group photo tags pt1

@thehollowwriter Finn

@rizdoodls Andy

@sakuramidnight15 Hei-ran

@cruel-acid Iza

@raguiras Allen

@oya-oya-okay Yuu and Shishio

@tedearaminta Riona

@zjmaeve Zeth

@akemiozawa Charlotte

@twsted-princess Chimlim

@akihikosanadasboyfriend Yuuma

@tinisprout Yurelle

@valse-a-mille-temps Yuuven

@yaoyaobae Fran

@cosmonavo Gwen

@simpingseafood Sasha

@nuitthegoddess Aurelian and Hana

@cenpede Vitya

@tixdixl Oisín

@tartppola Yuu

@the-trinket-witch Albert and the janitor

@kenchann Yuu

@egophiliac Yuu

@raven-at-the-writing-desk Miss Raven

@adaven17 Yuu

@cecilebutcher Vesper and Igor

@miyuki-fenn Désiré and Mel

@polywoo Misdemeanor

@myuminji Yuu

@zvezdacito Micah

@citrus-c0la Oliver

@datboredpencil Mao

@prinxurie Zuzhou and Jiushu

@robo-milky Cloche

@starry-night-rose Ellis

@bloodiegawz Yuu

@artfulhero-m Aster

@justm3di0cr3 Emory and Poppy

@ai-kan1 Juno

@the-fridge-orange Elinor

@breadcheese444 Lily

@fumikomiyasaki Carol and Yuzuha

@ceruleancattail Cinder and Ceru

@ashipiko Ashi

@elektrosyntetik Anya

@veilofthorns Kissy

@terrovaniadorm Rhys and Ulrica

@midostree-art Yuu

@lanshappycorner Roseline

@midnightmah07 Daisy

[creepycoffins]

-margaret atwood

no quote version under cut :)))

[leocatbread]

this also been hanging since march {i hate procrastination so bad}

and in different versions with lots of editing as usual

and here's why i made this in the first place: cigarettes in fallout weight zero so i keep collecting them for no reason {the hoarderrrr}

(and pencils and other stuff too but i have a different picture for it which i still cant finish btw)

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Shigaraki Kinktober - Day 3 - High Sex and Authority

You blink.

The light on the ceiling fan dangles dangerously low, barely holding on by a single cable. You watch it oscillate from side to side, utterly captivated by the movement. Will it ever stop, or will it go on forever?

You blink again.

It's still moving.

“Hey, hey,” you say, nudging the shoulder next to you. “Hey, Tomura. You ever wonder if stuff is always moving, but we don't look long enough to see it?”

The body next to you lets out a groan.

“It's kinda like us,” you reflect out loud again, feeling the mattress's fabric underneath you with the tip of your fingers. It's a shitty one Compress found on the side of the street, overused and slightly browned. But it's big, and it does the job for a couple of your group to sleep somewhat comfortably in this huge, empty warehouse, while the others are on watch duty.

You miss the bar.

“What does that even mean…” Tomura mutters, huddled in his long black coat. You look over at him, lying on his back, gaze also stuck on the flickering light bulb on the ceiling. His eyes are so bloodshot it's almost impossible to say where his red pupils meet his sclera.

“It's like, I've never noticed this light bulb is always moving,” you attempt to explain, the words jumbled in your mind. “I never focused on it. I kept looking at more obvious things, like- like that fucking broken window over there. What if we did that? Let the heroes focus on the big yakuza problem while we just kept moving, without them noticing us? Like the light bulb.”

There's no answer for a bit, and you wonder if he's dozed off.

“Tomura?” you ask. Your voice feels like it echoes for hours.

“I'm still awake,” finally comes the reply, although from the way he's grumbling it's clear, even in your state, that he's tethering on the edge of sleep. “What did Dabi even put in this joint…” he complains.

Dabi. It's true, Dabi's also here.

You look to your right to find Dabi's crumpled form a little further away on the mattress, facing away from you. He's so still, body stiff has a board, that your mind immediately wonders if he's still breathing.

You crawl up next to him quickly (everything is spinning) and put your hand in front of his face. A warm, regular respiration tickles your palm, and you yell triumphantly:

“He's alive!”

Tomura doesn't seem to share the excitement.

“Of course, he's alive. That piece of shit could go through ten lines of ketamine and still be walking,” he grunts, retracting into the comfort of his coat. “He definitely had something else before the joint.”

You hum in agreement, pushing away a few strands of black hair stuck on Dabi's forehead.

He looks so much younger, sleeping like this, his face not furrowed in anger. Underneath the scars, there are soft, almost boyish features one would never notice without being so close to him.

“He would have probably been pretty handsome, without everything,” you comment absentmindedly.

Silence.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy, closing more slowly but surely. You're only able to reopen your eyes when you realize Tomura has said something.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, still dazed. Sleep would feel so nice if you just closed your eyes again…

“I said,” the man says in a pointed tone, obviously unhappy he has to repeat himself, “do you think I would have been handsome, too?”

What an odd question, you think.

He's the most handsome person you've ever known.

Everything about him makes your heart skip a bit. You love the lonely mole under his lip, the way his hair falls in his eyes, the way he licks his bottom lip when he's focused on a plan. You love every single detail about him. He’s the entire reason you even joined the league. How could he even ask you something that?

“…you seriously think all that? For real?”

You're startled out of your state of languor the second his words register, eyes widening in horror. Had you said all of that out loud?

“I, um- I mean-”

The weight on the mattress shifts, and suddenly, he's on top of you, looking at you through half-lidded eyes, mouth just barely agape, cheeks a light shade of red. You swallow with difficulty, throat already dried up from the weed.

“Did you really mean that?” he asks again, and although his voice doesn't waver, something about the expression on his face is vulnerable, open, in a way you've never, ever, seen him before.

Will you ever get another chance to be so honest with him, and to have him so eager to hear your words?

“Yeah,” you admit, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. His face is so close to yours that the tips of his hair tickle your cheek, the smell of the joint on his breath making you dizzier (it spins, everything is spinning).

Your brain doesn't register him move: one second he's inches away from you, the next his lips have crashed onto yours, his tongue worming its way inside your mouth. You try, you try so hard to think, to formulate a single thought, but it's utterly useless: the feeling of him overtakes you, and soon you can't tell where your body ends and his begins.

“To..mura…” you manage to moan out when he pulls away for air, pupils blown, looking at you so intensely it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Boss,” he breathes out.

At first, you think you might have misheard him. But he keeps going, like in a trance, his words slightly slurred: “You joined the League because of me, right? Then why don't you call me Boss?”

“Mm… ‘boss’?” you repeat mechanically, thoughts muddied by the joint. You just want his lips back on yours, his scent filling your lungs.

“Yeah, exactly,” he groans approvingly, his hands wrapping around your body and squeezing at the fat of your thighs. Somewhere, at the very back of your mind, a primitive impulse warns you to watch his fingers and how many of them touch your oh-so-fragile skin. But you ignore it, because you can't bring yourself to care if all five of them touch you, as long as he never pulls away from you again. If these are your last moments on Earth, then goddamn, it will all have been worth it.

You'd never get higher than this.

There's movement somewhere close to you, and suddenly you remember you're sharing the mattress with someone else. One look at Dabi lets you know he's still asleep, but you can't help but stop the man currently ravaging you with a small shove:

“Wait, wait, Dabi is still-”

“No Dabi,” he snarls, teeth biting into your lower lip so harshly you think he might have drawn blood. “There's only me. Your boss. You got that, or do I have to fuck it straight into your stupid little head?”

You'd answer, but he doesn't let you, fuelled by anger and high out of his mind.

Your mouth falls open when his hands find your breasts, twisting your nipples punishingly.

“I'm sorry, boss!” you cry out.

The response is immediate; his hips thrust sharply into your own, his lips back on yours with renewed vigour. You moan into the kiss, opening up your thighs so the bulge between his legs can fit snugly against your clothed warmth. The taste of metal is confusingly sweet on your tongue.

“No one in the League calls me that,” he rasps out, his hands moving up and down your body with little focus or precision. “But I created the whole goddamn thing. Me. How come everyone calls bird brain Chisaki ‘boss’, but I don't get shit? That doesn't seem fair.”

You can't tell if seconds or hours have passed when he takes off your shirt, decaying your bra out of frustration after he can't seem to find how to unhook it by himself. The dust feels strange against your bare skin.

“Tell me again,” he keeps rambling, high off the feeling of you just as much as you are of him, “tell me how much you want your boss.”

“So bad,” you plead, arching your lower body towards him for any friction. You can feel the heat of his cock through your clothes, the weight of it, and you truly feel as though if you don't have him right now, at that moment, you'll die of inattention. “Sir, please, I'd do anything, anything for you,” you continue to beg as you feel wetness on your cheek. Are you crying? You can't keep track of what your body is doing, lost on cloud nine. “I belong to you, boss, I do, please-!”

He shifts his body again, faster than lightning, and he's straddling your chest, heavy cock hanging out of his boxers.

(Are you spinning, or is it the whole world?)

He's long, veiny, light blue hairs peaking out towards the bottom of his shaft. The head is swollen and red, pearly drops of precum already leaking out the slit.

“Now,” he coos, a lazy but unapologetically excited grin etched on his face, “are you going be a good little slut for your boss?”

Your brain feels like it's nothing but mush. You would agree to whatever he’d say right now. You'd follow him to the ends of the world.

“Yes, boss.”

His member twitches in excitement. It's just two little words, but it's so much more than that to him.

“Are you going to do everything I say, like a good little player 2? Put that pretty mouth on my cock, and let me use you?”

The words come out of your mouth like a prayer you've now learned by heart.

“Yes, boss.”

“Then,” he says, ruby eyes locked into yours, the tip of his cock caressing your lips, “what are you waiting for? It's an order.”

You aren't waiting. Not anymore, never again.

“Yes, boss,” you reply diligently.

(It spins, it spins, and it never stops spinning as long as you're with him)

[mochizz]

this is by far the most STUPIDEST doodle dump ever, they’re just so stupid they make me laugh 😭😭 bunch of ideas though, VERY GOOD ONES OKAY and I wanted to share my wisdom with you guys, my brilliant mind 😇

[lobotomy-lady]

I wrote out an entire dissertation length rant but I'm actually deleting it & just leaving a gif that captures the energy of my current predicament in far less words

[sleepyblr-heart]

this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me

[calvgabriel]

I made this a while back and I am happy to share this with the world. ❤️

[callabosgeis]

Samneric ohmygod

[lesbiantrish]

how those minors dni blogs look after literally being 18 for a day

[cometcrystal]

the mom attractor episode fucking sucks lmao

[darkdragon768]

Rough detailed Coral Lowlands map is done! Yay!

But now I have to do close up shots drawings of each area 😭

[sam110370]

Randal and his dumb stupid pet sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs :/

[feline-evil]

I've said this on twitter i forget if i've said it here but i'm still not over the scene where Cassidy gets chopped into little pieces to be shipped out in a box; because i said to my husband (who had seen it before) the scene prior 'oh if i wanted to get Cassidy out i'd chop him into little pieces and mail him' and then caught myself and went wait. That's just a Me thought there's no way they'd actually ever do that, this kind of shit doesn't happen in tv shows i just really like extreme and casual gore.

And then it happens and i celebrate like my winning team just scored a goal, for ONCE a tv show matches my freak, for ONCE they feed my little freakpervert brain!!

[jennystahl]

see I don't care what u ship regarding cooper bc he divorced his wife over 200 years ago I don't think he loves her anymore but. regarding lucy and maximus. there is some racism in the air. about maximus in general. people calling him aggressive and whatever like 😵‍💫