#and honestly I’m proud of it

[nerd-chocolate]

So guess who did the science kids angst headcanons!?! ME!! Also these will get sad and long so please don’t complain about it, I know. Also I hope you and @artzychic27 enjoy these! Have a fun read.

Marc Anciel:

When Marc broke up with Lucien and left vadiam, he hated himself for the longest time because he couldn’t see the signs that Lucien was giving during the time and couldn’t see it until it was too late. It led to him being treated like he was Lucien’s obedient pet and anyone that tried to help Marc got hurt by Lucien, physically and/or socially. Marc never wants anyone to control him again so they can’t hurt him or his loved ones.

Marc still has nightmares about him falling during the time he was reverser and getting deakumatized. But he keeps falling until he hits on a chair that is surrounded by darkness but a tv that has static on it. Until he finds a remote, push a button that says play. He sees Paris burning right in front of him. He is horrified by what they see but it gets worse when he flips off to Reverser and a reverse Nath, who clutches to Reverser with the look of a love-sick puppy while Reverser has his shoulder around him. It's just them sitting on Reverser’s glider, watching Paris burn. Until Reverser looks behind him, almost looking at Marc, and has a devious grin on his face. Reverser said “How does it feel to know you let your friends and family die…” then cracks his neck and out comes the tv “mÆ%r€£” in a democratic, glitchy voice and jumps out of the tv and towards him. Then Marc wakes up, happy it was all a dream but cries because he realized that it still could have happened if Ladybug wasn’t so lucky.

Marc is very passionate about his interests to the point that if he fails at any of them, he feels like a failure because it is something he loves, something he was good at, and the fact he failed at it especially when friends were counting on him to do it. Makes him have the worst feeling in the world.

Marc used to have a different journal from the one he currently uses. The journal was a sangria red hardcover that his moms gave to him for his birthday. He adored it and wrote many stories especially to read to Kiran. But the journal got destroyed by Lucien when Marc did something he didn’t like. The reason is that Marc was talking to his friends without Lucien’s permission. Lucien burned the journal in front of Marc and told him If he ever does something without Lucien’s permission, there will be consequences. It is one of many reasons Marc never spoke up to Lucien while they were dating.

Zoé Lee:

Zoé and her dad, Morgan, don’t have the strongest relationship. Sure it is better than hers and Audrey’s relationship but it doesn’t mean it is good. Morgan didn’t spend time with his daughter that much and was absent for most of it. Even if Zoé was bullied and had cockroaches in her locker, he wasn’t there. Morgan regrets it and wants to have a better relationship with his daughter especially when he didn’t even get to say goodbye to his daughter when she leaves for Paris.

Zoé and Jessica used to be friends until Zoé left her to meet her mother’s expectations and to avoid being bullied. Jess felt betrayed and hated her guts for the longest time. Until Zoé realizes this isn’t the person she wants to be and wants to amend their friendship with Jess. When Zoé reveals that she was a liar and the whole school turns on her, Jess protects her from them. When she asks why Jess did that, Jess says “It's because you're my best friend.” And hugs her back Zoé takes in the moment then cries and hugs them back.

While she was the popular mean girl of her boarding school, she had ‘friends’ but was a bit too generous of a word to describe them. They’re really bitch and super rude to Zoé most of the time but weren’t too much since they were scared of Zoé sometimes. To the point where the whole school including the ‘friends’ nickname her the ‘Apex Predator’ as a result of that. But when Zoé revealed she was a liar to the entire school, they used the fact that Zoé was still at school as revenge to the point where they put cockroaches in her locker. Zoé was a bit upset at first but got over it until the ‘friends’ started targeting Jess and Zoé got so mad that she almost sent all three to the hospital and got expelled from school … Yeah Zoé left that out of her backstory for a reason.

Zoé used to have a nanny that was super sweet to her and took care of her when her parents weren't around. Zoé saw her as a mother figure and loved her as such. The nanny even inspired Zoé to become an actress and to be the best she can be. But the nanny got fired by Audrey because Audrey thought she was a bad influence on Zoé. Zoé never saw her again and was heartbroken. Audrey told her that if she wasn’t being herself when she would never fired the nanny then.

Aurore Beauréal:

Aurore has some repressed anger issues since she was barely to show them to her parents at a very young age. So she doesn’t express them often, especially around her friends. But if someone harms her friends in any way, that anger will rise up and will fight for her friends.

Aurore didn’t have that many friends growing up since she was rumored to be just like Chloé. Many people just think of her as some Chloé since she looks a lot like her even though it is far from the truth. So she tries to make sure, she isn’t some mean girl to many people even though some people still think she is nothing but another Chloé.

Whenever Aurore sees blood, she covers her mouth and tries not to gag. Some kid pranked her one time by showing her some blood, and Aurore got very disgusted and fainted. She had nightmares for weeks because of it.

She is a people pleaser since she doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially to her friends. Even if it causes her a lot of pain physically or emotionally, she still does so the other person can be happy.

Mireille Caquet:

When Mireille was in the elevator during the events of stormy weather, she felt like she was going to freeze to death. She was all alone thinking she wasn’t going to survive. When everything was reset back to normal, the damage left Mireille having a fear of being cold.

She used to have a crush on Sabrina when she was friends with Sabrina. But when Sabrina abandoned her for Chloé, she didn’t have feelings for her anymore but a part still wonders what could have been.

Mireille doesn’t talk about her feelings that much since she doesn’t want to bother anyone with them. She is supposed to help them, not the other way around. She is a therapist friend, so who is going to help them if she can’t do it then.

Mireille is a people pleaser so people wouldn’t abandon her. So it means walking all over her most of the time especially when she was little but she doesn’t want to lose people especially if it is something she did. So she makes sure in her power not to create conflict with the person.

Jean Duparc:

Jean always wondered what his mom was like and what made her leave in the first place. The answer that they ended up thinking is that she left because of Jean and never wanted to be his mom.

Jean doesn’t show his magic skills to many people because he is afraid people would laugh at him. Like when he was little, he performed his magic act during a talent show and accidentally messed up the act making almost the entire audience including the adults laugh at him. It almost made him quit magic all together if it wasn't for his dad’s and Lacey's support and encouragement.

Then ever a person Jean likes rejects them, Jean is a bit sad about it but accepts it since he isn’t that special or that good to be honest. Jean understands that rejection is something that is natural even if the pain doesn’t stop hurting

Jean usually hides his negative emotions by acting like everything is okay. Like he said “If I just put on a happy face, then everything will be okay.” Since he doesn’t want people to know he is upset even if it causes him stress.

Simon O’Conner:

When he was still with his parents, they left the stove on while Simon was asleep. The fire from the stove got on some curtains and it almost made the whole apartment burn to ashes. Simon was lucky to get out of there before the fire would do some real damage. It is one of the moments that stuck with Simon even till this day. He still nightmares about where he is surrounded by fire and sees his parents, just staring at him and watching him burn.

Simon’s parents were alcoholic to say the least. They usually were never home and mostly used the money for alcohol or drugs. One of them even works for Austin B’s dad. Simon accidentally sees some papers relating to it and his dad got really mad at him. When his aunt heard about it, she wanted to beat his parents toa pulp. Luckily his parents got arrested for not only neglecting and hurting their son but also some crimes they committed.

During kindergarten, Chloé called Simon, carrot head. Simon didn’t know the reason until Chloé told him that people hate carrots and his parents hate him, so what the difference. Simon knew the insult is stupid but the reasoning behind it was so cruel even for Chloé.

Simon doesn’t really have a good sleeping schedule so he sleeps through some classes by accident sometimes. His aunt, Denise, Ms. Mendeleiev and his friends get really concerned and try to make sure he takes care of himself. Simon is working on it and is getting some good sleep some nights but still has trouble in others.

Reshma Laghari:

One time during a party, some guy tried to put the moves on her with some disgusting comments. Reshma told him to leave her alone at first but he kept pursuing her. Then she told him, she isn’t into guys and doesn’t even want to know him. The guy kept being creepy towards her until she told him to back off. The guy told her she was a bitch and left her alone for the whole night. Reshma felt so uncomfortable for the whole night and she asked her parents if they would leave the party. They left and her parents even told the parents of the boy that made her feel uncomfortable. One of the reasons, Reshma doesn’t like going to fancy parties.

Reshma used to have a friend named Eloise when she was in 6th grade, at her old middle school . Reshma and her were really close and was Reshma’s first friend. Reshma felt like she could trust her with all her heart so decided to come out to her. When Reshma came out to her, Eloise’s reaction was less than ideal than what Reshma expected. After that, Eloise avoided her like she was the plague. Reshma was pretty sad that Eloise was avoiding her. But things got worse, when rumors about Reshma started spreading like wildfire. So almost everyone either bullies her or avoid. Until Reshma learns that Eloise told the whole school, she was lesbian and demiromantic. When Reshma asks her why she did this, Eloise told her that she didn’t associate with someone like her.When her parents heard about it, they made sure that Elosie was in trouble not only with the school but her parents as well. Reshma felt a bit nervous of making friends after that event but luckily she never met another person like Eloise ever again and was happy because of it. Also she changed schools after the event and she and Ismael went to the same school again! Ismael also heard what Eloise did to Reshma and got revenge on her because Eloise is a bitch and Reshma didn’t deserve what Eloise did to her.

One time in the 2nd grade, Some kid put a rat in Reshma’s lunchbox for a cruel prank. When Reshma opens her lunch, she screams until she faints. Ever since that day, Reshma has been afraid of mice and rats, and faints whenever they’re around. Reshma still gets nightmares about mice surrounding her and hurting her.

Before the events of Hawkmoth, there was a costume contest that the school was holding for two weeks. Reshma was a bit nervous at first but with some encouragement from Ismael, she was in and worked hard. When it was ready to present their costumes, Reshma was about to put on her costume until she saw Chloé and Sabrina ruined her costume by using scissors to cut it up and pouring some brown and yellow paint on it. And when Reshma caught them in the act and told Mrs.Bustier and Mr.Damocles about it, they push her problems aside (because Mr. Damocles is afraid of the mayor and Mrs.Bustier well Mrs.Bustier) and told her that she was being a bit dramatic and there was nothing they could do. And when Reshma told Chloé that she is a heartless monster , Mrs.Bustier told her saying that could hurt Chloé’s feelings, and she should apologize to her. Reshma, not wanting to get in trouble, says she was sorry and ran off crying. Ismael comforts her by getting some ghibli & disney movies and getting Reshma’s comfort foods. Reshma felt a bit scared to show her designs in school at that event but got over that, thanks to some encouragement from her parents and friends.

Ismael Prisk :

When he was a little kid, Ismael’s mom left him home alone when he was really sick. When he tried to find her, the illness got the better of him and he passed out on the floor. When he woke up, he could hear his dad yelling at his mom for leaving their kid at home when he was very sick and needed someone to take care of him. His mom didn’t really care and said ‘she’ would've been fine. It is one of the first things that Ismael has noticed that his mother doesn’t care about him.

His dad gave him a magic kit for his eighth birthday. Ismael loved that kit and almost used it all the time. But when his mom found out about it, she destroyed it and threw it away. When Ismael went to confront her about it, his mom explained that it was useless and she didn’t want another of that around since she already had him. Ismael never forgot that day since it made him realize that he hated his mom.

Ismael doesn’t cry in front of others, especially the ones he cares about because he doesn’t want to bother them and rather just ignores them. Because last time he cried, he was met with malice from his teacher, who wasn’t the greatest teacher. He is doing a lot better of showing his emotions to others, thanks to his dad and friends but that doesn't mean he won’t try to hide them.

There are some days where Ismael thinks his dad deserves better than him. Even if Fazli says he is one of the best things to happen to him, Ismael still feels like his dad deserves way more. Because Alaya said if Ismael wasn’t born, maybe his dad would be happier. Ismael didn’t believe her at first but the thought does pop up once and again.

Lacey Greene :

Lacey’s parents died when she was in the sixth grade and her brothers were three years old. Her brothers don’t have that much memory because of that, so Lacey usually tells them stories about them. But the story ends with Lacey crying about it.

Lacey is afraid of needles because her parents are usually there with her. One of them would be holding her hand and telling her it alright and it would be all over soon. But now that they're gone, she alway gets anxious about what will happen and what is going to happen. So she doesn’t like going by herself and rather has someone go with her.

Lacey knows her grandparents are going to be gone someday and she is scared for that day. She feels like she isn’t ready to take care of her brothers alone and she doesn’t want to lose anyone she cares about. So even if it means overworking herself so be it as long it keeps her grandparents well rested and healthy. Luckily her family and friends make sure she doesn’t overwhelm herself.

Lacey fears that she’ll forget her parents and all the memories they made together before their death. So she writes all the memories in a journal to look back at if she feels like she is forgetting a memory of them. She even reads them to her little brother sometimes when they intersect.

Denise Cabello:

Denise and their twin sister, Cerise, don’t have the best relationship to say the least. The two used to be very close when they were little but grew distant to the point where they see each other as roommates if anything. Cerise would antagonize Denise when they get into a fight since Cerise sees Denise as the favorite child to their parents. Denise is trying to keep their sibling safe and keeping her out of trouble most of the time, which annoys them more than they like to admit. Cerise would be seen as a troublemaker and irresponsible while Denise a responsible and helpful kid to most people. But it doesn’t mean they hate each other, far from it. They deeply care for each other, they just have some issues they need to address and that's okay.

The reason Denise is afraid of slime is that Chloé poured some on them during school picture day in the 8th grade. And it was sticky green like mucus slime and it couldn’t come off for a week and Denise fainted from it. And the reason Chloe did it is that she is a petty bitch. Cerise and Simon comforted them and got revenge on Chloé because Chloé deserved it.

Denise never expressed their emotions that much since most of their life, people look to them for comfort. So they never really asked or looked for others for comfort and pushed down their feelings until they were alone. Even in their lowest state, Denise can’t express their feelings because they hold them in for so long that they know how to exactly. Nowadays, they are expressing their emotions a bit more clearly but there are still some slips up.

They’re afraid of getting an injury since they have to be strong to protect their friends and family. If they're hurt then who is going to protect them then. So Denise tried everything to be the strong one and not get hurt. Sure it lets them be tired most of the time but as long as their friends and family are safe that is all that matters.

Cosette Bellamy:

Cosette is afraid of people telling it that they love it because they could be tricking it. Last time, someone told them that a girl named Renée did it for fun and they got worms and dirt all over themself at an amusement park on Valentine's Day in the 6th grade. So whenever someone tells them those words, a side of them just feels like it's a trick and they shouldn’t get their hopes up since it's not like, someone would them… right?

As Cosette was growing up, their mother and siblings would undermine their self worth and make them feel useless. So Cosette thinks that she doesn’t matter and that she is better off not existing since her family doesn’t care about her then why would she care about herself. So whenever it gets told that it is great, Cosette would feel shocked to be honest.

Cosette used to look up to their siblings when they were little. It follows them around and tries to do the things they do even if it doesn't work out that well. But Yvette and Jordyn would take advantage of that and make fun of them because of it. As time goes on, their relationship is already damaged and can’t really be fixed with an apology since it left Cosette with a bad self esteem and self hatred.

When they’re in kindergarten, Cosette got paint dumped all over them on picture day and the teacher didn’t bother changing the picture with a retake one. When Cosette confronts the teacher, he says that it is better than the one that has their face since it isn't seen. That left with it feeling pretty terrible about its appearance.

[wispscribbles]

“Welcome home, Simon.”

[bleed-more]

Alex’s moment of clarity as he watches Seth die in his arms

Fan art for @studentfilmyoulying’s fanfic that I am extremely unwell about

[colbycheeseslice]

Paper batbros

[if-you-heart]

hell yeah uh huh get it white boys get it

i haven’t completed an animation in over 5 years but the urge to make this came over me like demonic possession

here’s a gif version as well ^_^

[bluebelledmoon]

ocarina of time zelda hiiiiiiii 😳😳

[daeyumi]

Ruined Town 🪲⚡️

I’m actually super proud of this piece, I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone to do something dynamic & complex with hopefully a somewhat interesting composition, and I really worked hard on it. I’ve been feeling kind of down on my art recently tbh, like I’ve stagnated a bit, and this piece really helped me to experiment a bit more & try out some new brushes & techniques. Can’t wait to experiment & draw more soon! 🩵

[lunerabo]

chef’s kiss

cw: sub!Uraume, dom!AFAB!Reader, cunnilingus, fingering, name calling, pegging, anal, hair pulling, degrading praise, free use kink, Uraume’s genitalia isn’t described (but everybody got a bootyhole so 👀), sukume involved but it’s not serious, set in the Heian period, implied cannibalism

It is no small thing to gain the recognition of the lord Sukuna himself.

It would not have cost him much had he overlooked your predictive skills, but it pays to have a guess at the future. Your talent has failed him not once since being accepted into the fold, and you can see in him that since meeting you and listening to your advice, he’s decided that perhaps the rapidly changing social tide is something he should start paying more attention to.

To say it has granted you an important seat is an understatement—and it is from this very seat that you take notice of another lovely gem in your lord’s sparse collection of trusted characters.

Uraume, his own chef, whose work you would not be ashamed to admit you had stolen to taste for yourself once or thrice. Sukuna certainly seems to like keeping talented people around.

It was one blessed evening that they spoke to you at last, voice as smooth as butter and musical as birdsong, only to be wasted on the unsavory threat of including you in their next dish if your thievery continued. You know they would have, too. You know what’s being served on those platters.

But they would have followed through only if you hadn’t been patient—if you hadn’t played your cards just right—and, perhaps, if you hadn’t been so damn good at figuring out how to read them.

They failed to notice how you notice everything. How you notice how eager they are to follow orders from only one specific master, and that if that master handed the leash to someone else, they now belonged to them. They failed to recognize just how much influence you had over that master, and perhaps you did, too, for you had expected to take your lashings and be sent away when having experimentally asked him if he might lend you his chef for a time. You’d not missed how he had taken them to his own personal quarters some nights, so it wouldn’t be lost on him what exactly you were asking for. But, amazingly, he’d said yes, so long as they are returned able to do their job.

So, them having actually visited you in your own private room has you a bit stunned.

You’ve predicted downfalls and uprisings, then wars to conclude them, all of which you estimate will happen in your own lifetime. But you couldn’t have predicted this.

Your lord’s comely chef, yukata hung seductively loose about their pale neck and shoulders. Loaned to you, as a gift, in exchange for your services.

Uraume’s expression is unreadable, but there’s an almost pleased look tugging at the corners of their lips. A scent lingers in the air around them, some expensive perfume you would never have found made just anywhere. They’ve taken extensive measures to prepare.

“You bathed before coming. You used imported soaps, of—“ you give the air another quick whiff—“Dutch make. You also have not yet eaten this morning.”

“All of this is true,” they answer. “Yet you have not been present to see it.”

“I use the present to tell the past just as much as I use it to tell the future.”

Slender fingers glide across the front of their yukata, as if to take it off, but opting instead to tease you with the idea.

“It is much more impressive to tell the future, however. Such as, for example, what you will make of me now that I’m here.”

They’re closer now, and you’re not sure when that happened, but you’re not complaining.

“That depends entirely on what you are now.”

Their clothing seems to melt away as they undress, yet the kiss they press to the corner of your mouth is arctic.

“Whatever it is you wish me to be.”

They tug at your own clothes, bring the both of you to a kneel on your futon, where they slip their icy hands under the fabric and peel it down over your shoulders.

They sink to their knees gracefully, parting yours. Their icy lips drag across your skin, and they seem to take their time admiring you. They don’t rush; they’ve been instructed to make sure you enjoy it. And despite it being merely an order, the manner in which they perform it is anything but mechanical.

Their mouth is on you in an instant, and you had prepared to keep up the smug, composed, superior act to keep this scene rolling smoothly, but a lapse in judgement has you forgetting that Uraume is a pro. They are no stranger to having their mouth used, and the skill they’ve gained from that is evident.

The way they lap at you feels eager, but their expression doesn’t seem to line up with it. It’s a task, you remind yourself—this same focused, pensive expression is one you’ve seen when they’re cooking, when they’re writing, even in everyday conversation. Their hungry mouth betrays them, and their blank expression cannot hide how they enjoy your taste.

They’ve been eyeing you too; though this you’ve felt more than seen. Uraume may deny it but your penchant for mischief despite your status has earned you an unlikely pair of admiring eyes, and a brief glance between their legs tells you everything they’ve been thinking as they’ve watched.

“You’re excited to be here, aren’t you?” You ask, still and relaxed as they pick you apart.

“Any order of lord Sukuna’s is one I will execute with enthusiasm.”

An amused frown plays at your lips.

“Did you just lie to me?”

Uraume blinks, a bit caught off guard. They didn’t, not really. None of what they said was technically untrue. Yet the friendly and jovial tone you take with them as you say that feels like a sign of danger, like there’s no correct answer.

“If you’re going to spell mistruths to a soothsayer, I would suggest at least speaking of things they cannot see in front of them.”

Most of your predictions are bullshit. Educated guesses. You’re just good at noticing things, understanding cause and effect when the answers aren’t in front of you. But you don’t even need to employ this skill to be able to plainly see that Uraume fancies you, far beyond what their master orders.

They shed you of your clothing, and their body betrays them under your touch. Your hands are as sure as death, and they have the poor thing dripping all over your fingers as you work at them. Soft bangs and fine eyelashes tickle your bare shoulder as they rest their head there, perhaps too embarrassed to show anything past a neutral expression around someone new.

“A beautiful whore you are,” you remark. “Does Sukuna loan you out to others as well, or am I special?”

“You are.”

“How lucky am I, then! I must be important.”

Their breath trembles as you play with them, their thighs tensing every so often under your gentle touch.

“You are important. Think of how—ahn!—Lord Sukuna would have f-fared without your help.”

“I’m sorry,” you begin, voice dangerously friendly and sweet, “surely you aren’t implying our mighty and beloved master would have fared poorly if someone hadn’t aided him, are you?”

The switch in their tactics is easily spotted. Rather than keep composure, they collapse, bare chest to yours, arms slung loosely and affectionately around your shoulders. Uraume’s fawning, in the hopes that they might appeal to your sympathetic side, desperately trying to convince you that that is not what they meant. They’re just a little bit disoriented from your touches, they swear! It’s certainly not that they don’t think highly of their lord.

Unfortunately for them, sympathy isn’t a word in your vocabulary.

“Tsk tsk, and I was considering being sweet to you. How would he punish you for such a comment, I wonder?”

You pull hard at a fistful of their hair, practically peeling them off of you as their head tips back and their spine arches.

“You have thirty seconds to prepare.”

They scramble, tight lipped and wide eyed, as you turn away.

What you grab is, you recall absentmindedly, expensive. Well carved and polished ivory, soft yet strong leather pinned to the base of the unmistakably phallic shape it boasts.

It’s fantastic handiwork, you muse for perhaps the thousandth time, as you fasten it about your waist and thighs. But perhaps a bit of a novelty; things like this tend to be bought more for one to tell others about how much they paid for something so frivolous and strange, not to use them.

Uraume sighs, and the sight you turn to see has your pulse racing.

They work at themselves with nimble and well oiled fingers, their rear pointed sharply upward while their head rests on the futon, and they gaze directly at you through the gap between their leg and arm. But, you think, they aren’t working hard enough.

You pull their hand away, reaching around and taking the small vial of oil from them. You’re at their side, tucking your knees under them, before pouring copious amounts of the stuff down over their hole. Your fingers glide upward, gathering it on their tips, massaging over the pert, puckered opening as if to relax them.

But the pace you immediately set with those fingers is brutal, inhumanly rapid, as you show them just how you want them loosened for you. A long series of brief, shocked, rhythmic noises force themselves from Uraume’s lips as their breath hastens to something shallow and ragged. Something that could almost be laughter if it didn’t sound so much like crying.

You give them a break, or so they believe. They nearly thank you, preparing to take a moment to gather themselves, but you begin again before they get a chance. Your hand is so forceful, so powerful, and your fingers so deep. Have you always been so talented? So mean? Something in them hopes you’ll be mean the next time around, too.

“Oh, don’t hang your head, pet. You like it, don’t you? Quit acting so glum,” you giggle, grabbing them by the jaw and forcing their head back up.

“Mm, this is a position you’re well acquainted with, isn’t it? You take to it so naturally. You’re being such a pretty slut for me...”

You stop again, this time for good. They nearly sob, unsure if in relief or in wanting more. They glance up at you, and instantly know that they’re in for it. A deceptively kind, gentle smile crosses your face, eyes half lidded, a soft glint to them that almost gives away your true intentions. The kind of perfectly crafted mask to be expected from a professional bullshitter, but they know better than to speak their mind lest they dig themselves deeper in the hole.

They shudder almost violently just feeling the dip of your weight on the futon behind them. You’re not half as gentle as your expression suggests, but they’re quite loose, not to mention trained to take bigger; perhaps it’s not such a huge deal. Judging by how they collapse rather than begging you to wait or stop, it isn’t an issue at all.

“Now, how would he have taken what you said?”

You’ve never seen the polite, composed, clean-cut chef so fucking messy. Their hair, normally neatly framing their face, splayed out across the sheets and tangled in your fist. Their hands, always so sure and steady as a practiced chef’s should be, grab aimlessly at whatever they can, gripping and releasing again and again.

It’s hard, you remind yourself, that’s why they seem to struggle with it. Flesh gives under pressure; ivory doesn’t. You can never hope to fuck Uraume the way Sukuna does. After all, he has two of what you lack entirely. But this—this feeling is new to them, that much they make very clear.

So, as is the obvious response, you familiarize them with it hard and thoroughly.

They ball up their fists, bringing them in close to their chest as you force their face down, hunching over for a better, deeper angle at which to fuck into them.

They cry and wail, but it’s too muffled in the linens to tell if they’re actually saying anything.

“Go on, pet. Cum all over the fucking place. Nice and hard for me, yes? Give the launderers some work for when they come to collect these sheets.”

Uraume convulses at your command. How you wish you could feel them, sucking you in and tightening around you as you drill them. They tremble and twitch, and their gaping hole makes a sucking sound as you withdraw from it.

They’re a sweet little thing before you, reduced to something small and pathetic under your touch. Their hole clenches around nothing. It still feels good, poor thing.

You click your tongue.

“Awww, I didn’t think it’d wear you out so much. Poor fool. I’m surprised, considering you take much bigger and much rougher on an almost weekly basis. Am I really so good at it?”

They collapse, crying out upon realizing how sensitive they are as the bedding brushes between their legs. You click your tongue in mock sympathy.

“Oh, come here, sweet thing,” you coo, looping your arms around theirs and pulling them into your lap. Your fingers card through their thoroughly mussed hair, parting the knots, straightening it out. They breathe against you as you do, back pressed to your breast.

“Would you like me here more often?”

You grin wickedly at the offer.

[floofyboi57]

Epithet Erased fanart of Phoenica and the Songstress based off of a cool pose I saw on Pinterest

[crismakesstuff]

makes characters from the boys and invincible into tiny little marketable chibis

[mossy-box]

TW: Eyes/eye contact + eye strain(?)

I did this art piece like.. basically when folly was announced/released. It took me forever to get to finishing it and posting it so, here it is a bit late .

[bleue-flora]

"He has friends, Tommy. I'm right here. I'm his friend... What are you gonna say about that? You think I'm not his friend?" — Punz —

Thought it was only fair that I do c!Punz after doing c!Dream, so here he is, ready to fight anyone who messes with his friend. And yes, just like with c!Dream all of his Minecraft skin elements and colors are apart of the design in one way or another.

[racewinnerlandonorris]

Lando Norris takes the top step of the podium after winning his first race at the Miami Grand Prix

[transgenderfivepebbles]

k corp. security staff defeated and humiliated by some kind of mud wizard

[littler0b1n]

(Please click for quality!)

This took an embarrassingly long time that I’m not willing to admit to

I just wanted to draw them In sweater vests lol, as inspired by @mr-jack-letterman it was never supposed to get this out of hand…

Anyway below the cut is a 28 hour timelapse condensed to 30 seconds for your viewing pleasure

Just ignore the first few seconds lol I initially drew this on a doodle page intending this piece to be just that… oops.

[green-crocs12]

saw this ship prompt and immediately scribbled something out

you KNOW i had to draw luffy in that one fit.

(full prompt image + luffys outfit under cut)