#Yeah I'm back

[transmascdagothur]

What if transmasc Dagoth Ur was a femboy. Oh no.

[pudding-parade]

Heh.

I mooned you.

Heh.

[lesbeansoups]

cant believe that I was extremely active in the hozier fandom for 5 years and didnt realize that I was a lesbian until AFTER I left??

Isn't lesbianism a core tenet of the whole thing?

[challenge-ant]

thinking about ant calling dec darling in an emotional situation

[amcdrawnon]

More photoshop jokes I guess

[pennyngram]

I wrote "single son" instead of "only child" lmao. That's what happens when you start writing a new one-shot at midnight.

[hertzimwasser]

~ 🌸✨️

may

[eddie-kasalivich]

I’m in love with Eddie Kasalivich, and I have decided to make that everyone’s problem

[antimony-ore]

Well the good news is I no longer believe I have long covid OR heartproblems, I think it's fibromyalgia- so I was having a regular panic attack the other day and developed fibromyalgia related chest pains and brain fog on top of it.

I've been having intense headaches too I thought were from food intake that it can cause and it can cause chronic fatigue, which I thought was long covid.

It can develop and flare up from stress, anxiety, depression, changes in diet, and sleep patterns all which were factors.

I just gotta take it easy and get healthy, just wish I had the money to back up the plan.

But yay no heart condition probably!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[egophiliac]

you know, I've been thinking about it, and there is actually one single scenario in which I would be okay with not getting a big ol' "Silver Vanrouge" out of Lilia.

(just kidding, I still need some "call me Silver, Mr. Vanrouge is my father" in my life, please don't let me down on this one Twst)

[doors-are-wrong]

help

I have a door. Wait, that's not right. I am the door? No, the door is me? Why is there a door? Perhaps there never was one. A door, I mean. At least, I think that's what I mean. Maybe I mean something else entirely? Do I mean anything? What is meaning anyway? What am I doing? Doing something. Is it a good something or a bad something? Does it matter? Yes, it doesn't. That's wrong. No, it's true. True doesn't mean right, I think. Wrong. Lies are right, truth is wrong. Nothing makes sense. And sense makes nothing? No, that's not right. Wrong again, I suppose. Do I suppose? Or do I think? I think lies. But that's wrong, right? Is up down? Is dark light? Is anything even real? My head hurts. Stuff needs to stop making sense and start making nonsense. No, I don't want that. At least I don't think I do. I don't know what I think. Can I even trust myself?

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[blu-is-here]

Sooooo..... Hi, it's been a minute huh. I've been lurking for a while now, and not posting nor reblogging anything. (tho I rarely posted in the first place) I've been here the whole time tho! (exp most of 2020 and half of 2021) I've been saving up a lot of cool, funny, interesting, and (sometimes slightly) serious posts and that's what you're about to get! I'm about to post all my drafts until I explode! Even the drafts from way back in 2019! (I'm surprised I have no drafts from when I first joined in late 2018)

So... yeah! That's it! Enjoy my old and kinda new drafts! (p.s. I'll be editing a lot of tags on already posted blogs and reblogs soon)

Also extra news! I'm making a proper blog dedicated to my art (the better stuff) AND a mcyt fan blog with my fanart from things like Pirates smp (it'll have the cursed stuff too). My main (here) will get some art sometimes (probs wips and simple sketches), but I don't want this to be the account that you go to see my good art. I also don't wanna put my mcyt related posts or reblogs here too (no /neg reason, I just don't want to with this fandom and maybe some others too)

[hansoeii]

Do you think of me?

[r-aindr0p]

Never giving him the whole paper towel roll anymore...