#and damn the brat

[rabdoidal]

the vibe? city sewer slut. the apple? rotten to the core. 365? yeah we bumpin that

🩸 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🩸

[hualianschild]

[obsesssedblerd]

do u guys think that baby yuuji licks cheetos before innocently offering them to his uncle sukuna bc i think so

[garrywantspasta]

aka The Salem Seven... 😂

[genzombie]

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SIREN VIL SIREN VIL SIREN VIL took over my life and my doodles

I blame @dilatorywriting and their incredible stories

Some close ups <3

[riggerbison]

two lil brat boyfriends wondering why their tired boyfriends (who are carrying an immense amount of weight on their shoulders) aren't giving them the attention they want (and deserve)

[epickiya722]

You know what, Sukuna lowkey had it out for Choso since Shibuya. Probably did not like the fact that Yuji had someone, actual family... an actual blood brother that cared about him. He been had plans to kill him, I just know it.

[ryukatters]

i’m politely requesting an elaboration on gojo liking brats pretty please ( 〃．．)

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

cw: edging, overstimulation, praise, some breathplay

Gojo likes to spoil you rotten.

He has no issue with buying you material things, he can make it happen with a simple swipe of his card. He loves spoiling you with his love and affection, pampering you as he coos and praises until you’re red in the face.

His adoration and utter devotion makes you feel like a glutton, and Gojo’s more than happy to keep providing until you’re full (because even when you think you can’t take anymore, you can. Because Gojo says so).

Anything to keep his baby happy. Spoiled.

But that’s where his predicament lies.

“Fuck, ‘toru,” you moan, back arching off the mattress as Satoru plows into you.

You’re dangerously close.

“Be good,” he warns, warm hand on your tummy to push you back down flat against the mattress. “Look at me.” So you do. He’s smiling but you can see the predatory glint in his eyes, almost like they’re challenging you to disobey him.

He’s been edging you for what feels like hours now. Satoru may be sweet, but times like these show just how primal and sadistic he can be— getting off on making you cry and beg for him.

“‘Toru, ‘toru I can’t! It’s too much,” you whine. Your head feels dizzy and all your senses are being bombarded by Satoru. It’s too overwhelming.

“But it’s not enough princess,” he coos, pressing his lips to yours before deepening the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hard, and he feels a wave of satisfaction and pleasure wash through him as you clench around his length. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill.

You feel yourself edge towards your climax once more, words bubbling up your throat but dying on the tip of your tongue as you prepare yourself to beg once again for your release. Surely, your boyfriend can’t refuse you again?

“Baby, gonna cum, please—”

The building pressure dies down as quickly as it comes. Satoru pulls out, cock glistening from evidence of your consummation.

“No.”

“B-but, why?” You sputter, tears threatening to spill from your lashline.

“Because I said so,” he says simply. “Don’t be a brat.”

You grip the sheets in frustration. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve been brought so devastatingly close to your climax, only to have it ripped away from you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Satoru, just make me fucking cum already,” you spit, tone vexing.

All movements stop. Satoru’s looking at you, eyes wide, like he can’t believe his baby had the spunk to lash out at him. The look of surprise melts into a contemplative one.

“Guess I haven’t fucked you stupid yet,” he tuts, large hands cupping your tits, pinching your nipples hard, smiling as it elicits a particularly sinful moan from you, “since you still have that little attitude of yours.” One hand travels up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing firmly.

You feel your mouth run dry and your pussy clench around nothing.

“Beg.”

The simple command has you sputtering, babbling desperately pleas you hope are enough to satisfy him. They’re not.

“Tell me you need me. That I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” Satoru is crazed now, possessive, signaling that he’s starting to feel as fucked out as you are.

“Ah, ‘toru, please— I need you so much,” you babble, thighs quivering as your boyfriend begins to pound into you mercilessly. “You’re the only one that can make me feel this good.”

“Good girl,” he pants, cerulean orbs rolling back into his skull has he feels balls tighten. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you, ‘kay pretty girl?”

All you can do is nod.

A thought crosses his mind. Has he spoiled you too much?

When he sees you, so pliant and needy and behaved for him, he thinks that it’s a foolish question.

There’s no such thing as too much.

he’s so hot he’s so sexy i want him

[sam-reid]

Random moments of secret contact and recognition will never be enough, I’m afraid. - 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED, ANNE RICE (1988).

[nitewrighter]

Just for fun, a conversation between Starfire and catwoman

Catwoman: Can you, uh... turn it down, a little?

Starfire: I don't understand.

Catwoman: The flamey hair. The glowy eyes. The fact that you're raising the temperature of a 15-foot radius by 6 degrees. It's... cutting in pretty hard on my whole... sneaky-night-mission-thing.

Starfire: It's unconscious. It only gets 'turned down' if I'm extremely depressed. Or de-powered altogether.

Catwoman: ...Don't you have, like, space trauma?

Starfire: 'Space Trauma?'

Catwoman: I dunno, I don't know your deal. I don't keep super hardcore track on things outside of Gotham. I just know Birdboy's smitten, and you look like a goddess and yet you're putting up with all of his Batman-isms, which means there's probably several screws loose up there.

Starfire: *snort* I believe you famously put up with a lot of 'batman-isms.'

Catwoman: *stretches* Eh. Pots. Kettles.

Starfire: I am now going to make this conversation way more tedious by asking you to explain that idiom.

Catwoman: *snrk* I don't mind. You know, the space 'I don't get idioms' thing is probably a good way of making people realize when they're being assholes.

Starfire: *smiles*

Catwoman: ...ah.

[deadmothsketches]

Don't feed the plants.

[pganotgolf]

reading QotD (around page 100) and guys I hate to say it but I’d be Daniel lmaoo simping asffff to be a vampire. Especially with Armand’s beautiful hypnotizing brown eyes

(I say everyone is me when me is really just sitting on the couch for hours)

[farshootergotme]

"PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE!" Batman said calmly.

[bloodofakashainme]

Okay. Who do I make my check out to in order for AMC to be able to afford Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman as Akasha?

Because… ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[hauntingofhouses]

(concept art of young taigen - source ; art credit: @abigaillarson)

i cannot get over this concept art of young taigen. god.

just look at this angry bratty boy, too many feelings that he doesnt know what to do with! an abused 9 year old kid in poverty always playing with sticks in the dirt, obsessed with greatness and dreaming to escape his decrepit village—and he does!

he does escape. he runs away. this angry little boy, all claws and teeth and biting words uttered with a lisp, going on the run into a world he's never seen before until he makes his way to kyoto. and knowing him he probably forced his way in to be accepted by the dojo, growling and kicking even as he's thrown out, back into the streets, too stubborn to take no for an answer and never knowing when to give up.

taigen calls mizu a dog, weak, an orphan, a scrawny street urchin. but i can't help but think that he feels so bold to use those words because he had them spat at him too.

because taigen had the idea of "this is how the world is" beat into him from birth. he learned quickly that if you couldn't beat the world you could join it. but that meant losing your way, your values, your principles. and isn't that what true honour is? not just titles and status and glory?

we don't get to see what taigen, as a child surrounded by peers encouraging and goading him on, would've actually done if that meteor hadn't fallen right in front of them at that very moment. would he have really tried to throw that stone on mizu, killing her? we don't know.

but we do see what taigen (his true self, with no one around) does, when presented with the same opportunity. when mizu passes out in front of him, unconscious and near death, vulnerable, the path to restoring his honour lays itself out for him on a silver platter. and he wants to take it, wants to kill mizu, to claim what is his and return to kyoto and get back everything he'd worked tooth and nail for. he feels like it's what he should do. but he doesn't.

and later, again he is presented with the chance to betray mizu, likely offered by heiji shindo to get his rank reinstated within the shindo dojo. and again, taigen doesn't take it. he refuses. "stupidly loyal," fowler calls him later. loyal, like a dog.

because now, pulled away from the sneering looks and jeering words of people around him, telling him that this is what the world is, taigen had met ringo and mizu, two outcasts who refuse to follow a predetermined path to greatness. and so inside something blooms in him. something like hope. a chance to live in a world that doesn't kick you down every chance it gets, to live in a world where genuine kindness and and love and friendship and even weakness is possible, allowed to simply exist without fear.

because he'd been running away from the very idea of it the whole time. when he ran from kohama, he never looked back, never wanted to remember what it was like to be a child, afraid and hungry and angry and hurting, without the words to make sense of it, desperately wishing for something. something more. he doesn't know what. but he hears stories of great swordsmen and decides, yes, this must be it. this is what i want: glory, greatness. the twisted seed gets planted and thrives in this barren land.

and when he returns to kohama with mizu and ringo, he at last is forced to stop running. he must face the child within him again, and he tells that child to put down the stones in his hand, tells him to stop barking at anything that moves or looks at him wrong.

the child drops the stone, and taigen buys dumplings instead, gives them to mizu. the child within him, wide-eyed at the prospect of friendship, moves him to pick up a hammer and toss it to mizu. he's smiling inside even as he does it; giggling like a kid hiding a silly prank. as soon as mizu drops the hammer after him, he leaps at her, tackling her to the ground and they wrestle and laugh unbridled like two children playing while the adults aren't around to barge in and yell at them.

and then his gaze catches on mizu's lips, he stares into mizu's eyes, a sparkling blue, inviting like the open sea in good weather.

it's a man's desire that takes hold then, the child in him sinking away again, and he curses himself for it, because it ruins the moment.

everything goes to shit from there, and then it's back to being a man, back to putting on his grown-up's armour to play hero.

it fails. the shogun dies. fowler's beatings reopen all the wounds left by heiji shindo's torture. "honour is meaningless," mizu tells him. "nothing comes from being a samurai but death."

the words follow him, and he follows the words.

as everything burns down, he runs, leaving the fire behind him, and sees akemi, as well as the verdure of spring behind her, calling him. he does not hesitate then to hold his hand out to her, inviting her to come with him. "i don't want to be great," he says. "i just want to be happy."

what is happiness to him? perhaps he doesn't know it yet, or perhaps he does. but really, i believe happiness is what the child in him always wanted but never received. happiness is a home.

[wishfuldivine]

A jealous Gaz glaring at Ghost and being a brat?

He had seen the way Ghost was getting absolutely close to the new recruit, and that was making him rather jealous even if he tried not to. Truly. He tried his best to ignore it and continue on, but he couldn't help it.

"Can you stop being a damn jealous brat?" Ghost says while taking a couple of steps towards the sergeant. His tall and cold dominant demeanor was quite... frightening in a way.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just looking at you." Gaz responds, taking steps back every time Ghost goes forward. He, in fact, knew what the lieutenant was talking about.

"Oh? Does glaring equal to looking?"

"Duh. My eyes are on you, no?"

Ghost narrows his eyes and growls. Gaz is being an insufferable jealous brat. And boy, was he going to punish him in the most delicious ways tonight.