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Boxer!geto thoughts? 👀❤️
HEAVY BREATHING .
boxer!sugu……. good god………. he would be. so hot and so sweaty and so buff </3 (pictured him with a boxer’s build for a second and almost lost my mind).
imagine him training in his own little studio, beating his fists against a punching bag……. his hair is tied up into a bun, some strands are sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes are lidded and focused……….. he barely even notices you walk in. doesn’t notice the way you stare at him, his face, his glistening abs……… only turns to look at you once you clear your throat and instantly gets the cutest grin :(((((( he loves it when you watch him practice and praise him……. when you bring him bottles of water and wipe his skin with a wet towel…… he is a big puppyboy. to Me
#anon u are out to get me….#😔😔😔#i …. need him. desperately#i think boxer!sugu is a gentle giant :33#soooo attractive and intimidating in the ring but with YOU?#puppy . baby#he loves you#thank you for this gift anon pls remember that i love you#ask tag ✩
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#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro#jjk art#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#pulled another allnighter fr Angst's sake cries i havent slept.......but i couldnt help myself i was out all DAY i hadnt drawn all DAY#do u know what that does to a mf i felt all antsy and Wrong#so i cracked an energy drink i think i may have a problem honestly but hey at least u get ur daily dose of megumi angst#remember how i said i considered including gojo in the yuuji/tsumiki/megu squared train piece#well this is me making up fr Not including him there#i ws right his and megumi's relationship deserves its own homage smile :)#anyway @ anon who wanted a gojo/megumi hug.....ik it's not exactly a hug but you can forgive me im sure <3#dare i say it's better than hugs jeremy.....#honestly fr all my gripes w gojo i Did get kind of emo abt this?? but i feel like. the majority of my emotions r on megumi's behalf#also might have been the mukashi mukashi no kyou no boku on repeat that'll also do it#seriously debated putting translated lyrics as the caption but it feels like a copout doing 2 lyric-captions in a row#also i do have some shame. miku lyrics r a bit.#anyway art notes uhhhhh finally got gojo's hair to not look Yuuji#who knew the trick was to make it longer smh maybe sleep deprivation n 10 hours of staring at a screen Does make simple problems hard#oh file name 'proud of you' btw
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curious. how did u guys start dating
#as a bitch who has never dated before. i want 2 know. sjfhskndmsla#man send in anons tell me in the replies idc i want to knowwwwww 😔 get me outta hereee (no love jail)#or rb w tags . do ya thang . i love u#text#THIS IS NOT AN INVITE TO ASK ME OUT THO I NEED TO DO MORE THERAPY FIRST 😃😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💀#polls
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let me give you some chocolates 😈
& someone random i GUESS
#error!sans#errortale#utmv#sans x reader#myart#ask#sans x self insert#sans x y/n#anon#hES BEEN ON MY MIND FOR WEEKS#thsnk u for giving me this opportunity#I went down an error rabbit hole and can’t get out#uf!sans#underfell#GOD I LOVE HIM#DRAWING HIM MADE ME LOVE HIM MORE#comic
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Hi! As a trans guy you look about like I did when I still thought I was cis. In fact you look better cause you're not trying to be something you're not, you're being you!! It always makes me really happy to see trans women just like, enjoying 'being a girl,' as it was something that made me constantly feel like I was some sort of ugly duckling and often tried to 'dress up' to compensate/get along with my peers. Seeing trans women just wear what the fuck ever and call it a day makes me so happy, cause I think that message would have made younger me happy too. Also it makes me happy because you seem to know what to do with your hair and oh my god if I could go back in time I'd tell kid me to stop brushing the dang stuff with a comb meant for people with straight hair, like, it's frizzy all the time cause you're Brushing It Too Much, Kid!
Haha, I bet in that case you probably look similar to how I did when I was cis! I hope you enjoy it, always happy to see people wear what I left behind well. :> it brings me so much joy there's trans dudes out there because even if I'm not a guy anymore, other people wanna be! And they get to enjoy what I could not!!! Rock on dude thank u for the kind words :]
#my posts#asks#anon#i relate to the feeling like u are dressing up an ugly duckling thing#me when i looked in a mirror and didnt know!#so im happy you can get the joy out of it that i was missing that owns genuinely
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Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩
{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play
There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.
It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.
But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.
"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.
You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.
"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."
You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.
"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."
Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.
But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.
"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."
You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.
Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.
It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.
But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.
"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."
You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.
It only serves to make you more desperate, though.
"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."
Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.
It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.
"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.
So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.
#asks#anon#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#minors dni#writing tag#la signora x reader#signora x reader#la signora smut#signora smut#does it count as pet play if she just thinks shes Better Then You#signora has an ego and shes going to weaponize it#give her an inch and shes putting a collar on you (please)#but also some of yall clocking my favs too easily PLEASE.....#i am a simple lesbian i see pretty women w questionable morals i get on my knees and bark#somehow signora is softer then arle though lbr. signora is like 50/50 soft vs rough okay#other times shes going 2 fuck ur brains out hope u learn real quick how to tell her mood that day#signora being a gentle lover is so personal to me though likeeee okay.........#she can be sweet when she wants to you just gotta get thru the 500 layers of trauma and Anger first#smth smth not letting herself love ppl who burn too easily or smth idk im just here to get railed#anyway does she need another dog. i can bark. i can do tricks.#passes out
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hii!! I just read cold spots and it was AMAZING!!! Im not sure if you wanted to continue the fic, but if you don’t mind could you continue with Veres part? I don’t know what you would write about but I just feel like that fic has so much potential to be a little 3 part series or something 🙏
<- Cold Spots TYSM ANON!! I put the Vere End at the beginning for ease of reading. For the sake of folks who would like to read this as a stand-alone... I think u can? With the knowledge that the premise of Cold Spots is that Mhin and MC/Sparrow went ghost hunting. Vere is said to have been responsible for a handful of local ghost stories, so…of course he makes some mischief.🦊 Also MC needs some Winter wear, stat. A very light Possessive Vere warning in this btw, though perhaps in a roundabout way. Plausible deniability is so important to him.
You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention. It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you. On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort. You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”
Heat Signature
“Poor thing.” Vere purrs. “Your lips are so cold.” He leans ever closer, his mouth hot over yours–hovering. His other hand reaches for your face as well, nails trailing against your cheek in a teasing caress.
You feel even the thought of being cold leave your body, replaced instead by the unusual thrill he commands, that strange enthralling sway.
That heat you’ve come to associate with Vere; sweet tendrils of want that nestle in your bloodstream.
You squirm a little, though you can’t move much with him looming over you.
(You should probably do more to protest his intrusion into your room, you think to yourself, though, the majority of you is–curious, daresay even far too eager to–)
“Whatever trouble did you get up to that left you in such a state?”
At this you scoff, tilting your head back into the pillow and effectively knocking Vere’s finger from your lips.
“As if you don’t know,” you accuse.
Vere looks entirely unperturbed by you shaking him off, his lithe fingers traveling freely along the newly displayed skin of your throat, making your pulse jump.
Vere chuckles at that, dark and silky.
“Being tight lipped about your adventures, hm?” He angles your face just so, ensuring you meet his sharp eyes, his nose brushing up against yours. “Not that it matters. It so happens I do know what you’ve been up to. Trespassing in places that don’t belong to you.”
“...It was an abandoned building. I don’t think it really belonged to anyone.”
“And that’s where you’d be wrong,” Vere says, “everything in this city belongs to someone, darling. You just don’t know what belongs to who yet.” He peers down at you with laughter in his expression, though there's a distinct edge to it that you can't quite place.
“So, you're here because that building belongs to you...?”
“Hmm, amongst other things. However shall I make you apologize to me for this most egregious offense?” He asks airily, shifting until he’s beside you rather than perched over you, resting his cheek in his hand and letting his eyes slip closed. He's the absolute picture of unbothered leisure.
(You’re not fooled–he’s simply waiting for you to let your guard down before he pounces.)
You open your mouth to deny any debts on your part (though, if your ghost hunting spot was indeed Vere’s hideout, you really do feel guilty) but Vere cuts you off before you can speak.
“Alas, I suppose it’s not mine anymore. Within a week it will reek of wet dogs and cheap booze. It's a lost cause now that those drooling reprobates know it's inhabitable. A pity. By Eridia's standards it really was divine in its heyday. Good wine, music, dancing. There was this portrait artist who would paint the performances…”
His tone remains light as he reminisces. But the look he pins you with is dangerous: his eyes gleaming bright, his canines bared in an irreverent grin.
“I had such hopes and dreams of reviving the place myself. Some of the dances were very scandalous. You never did share with me your stance on dancing, did you?”
You stumble out an approximate answer. It’s…harmless information to give, isn’t it?
Though, judging by how pleased Vere looks, you wonder if you should have refused to say. He looks positively wicked as he ponders your answer aloud. “Oh, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of talents to share. In another life, perhaps I'd have put you on stage. Though, I admit. I find myself partial to a private show.”
And–as expected–the moment you let your guard down, he's in your space again, crowding you. Heat and proximity and the softest brush of his lips against yours, light enough to send a thrill down your spine, curiosity and a want so deep it surprises you.
“Well?” He purrs. “Care to audition?”
You can't hide behind the excuse of supernatural sway or charm or the thrall of hypnotic sunglo eyes. It's not Vere's power that controls you. It's your own gnawing desire; starvation and longing that draws you to him despite all sense.
Kissing Vere is heady. Dizzying.
Kissing Vere is like being in conversation with Vere–a constant of giving and taking, being chased after and running to keep up. It’s enticing and alluring and decadent and never quite enough, over too soon even as you feel yourself losing air, the rush of blood and sensation threatening to overwhelm you.
He gives a parting nip to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
Then another one, playful, to your jaw.
When he presses his face into the side of your neck, you expect him to bite again.
What you don’t expect is for him to nuzzle into you, inhaling deeply before heaving a great sigh, his tail flopping lazily to land across you with a thump.
He’s officious as he rearranges the covers, ensuring your arms are tucked carefully away from him before he’s willing to fully settle into the bedding, pulling the blankets up around the both of you like a den. He hums something low in his chest as he tucks himself up alongside you, long tail curled around your waist.
It’s rhythmic–
purring.
And it’s…soothing, actually.
The weight of him, the warmth. The incessant lamplight of the Amaryllis District, shining ever present through your window, is dim–tolerable, even, courtesy of Vere's magnificent shadow manipulations and the blankets sheltering you.
The constant noise seems to fade away as well, obscured by the sound of purring. “Falling asleep when you have me in your bed, pet? You really do try your luck…”
#Foxes purr btw!#i await more purring Vere fics I hold out my sickly little claws for them (a prompt from me for other fic writers)#You and I get to know that Vere was touching on Sparrow’s face sm bc he caught a peek at Mhin doing it in Cold Spots#and he got territorial#I decided that the narrative pointing it out was laying it on too heavy. but you and i know.#Hopefully this fits the bill ok of what u described anon! A liiittle spice but mostly wholesome??#i’m ngl I was going for more spice but ...Deicide!Flavored Vere... he took all of it#AAA SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG THO ANON AAAAuuughghhh#also ur so right anon u gotta have a sequel (since I was talking about horror tropes lol)#the thought of Vere & Mhin being down bad for the same person is sooo funny to me btw. i think of it often.#vere x reader#touchstarved x reader#toxintouch writing#touchstarved game fanfic#no pillow fight i'm osrry#this fic. fought me. this fic stole my wallet in the denny's parking lot#toxintouch: {pick} prompt {your poison}#wtf tumblr why did u do this to my image i thought i got my dimensions right the file can't be that big...#i have 2 ways of choosing titles btw on the nose and “you'll have to google this/have me explain”
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I saw your Teto print pop up on the shop and I swooped so fast to get it alongside Gumi so I can have the trio on my wall all together. Your art is absolutely fantastic please keep doing what you do!!
WAUGH... THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FROM ME AND TETO!!!!!
#ask#THANK YOU SO MUCH#I hope you're excited to get your print!! idk if you saw on the site but new prints can take longer to ship out#like over a week sometimes#we'll get it sent as soon as we can!!#by we I mean me and my mum#thank you so much anon!!!#EEE YOU GOT THE GUMI TOO? AND U HAVE THE MIKU ALREADY?? THAT'S IOMGDJKGHDFG#IM GUNNA CRY...#anon#I drew this image for you#however I've now used it to say thank you on twitter too#i hope that is alright#ahaha. thank you
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can we hear more about carlos if you'd be so generous (genuine)
OH GLADLY. so ive mentioned hes the protag of a thing im making, so i wanted the broad strokes of his premise to be simple: he's a reaper! made to go up and bring souls to wherever the hell they go after death, ect ect. he was pretty good at it!
but the setting im writing here is a pretty standard "death but its a bureaucracy" type thing. something something small business growth, higher demand, things get streamlined, job title changes, ect
so he was Less Good at the desk job angle. but he worked at it! once again, he's one of the best!
is it what he was originally created to do? no. is it what he thought he'd be doing for eternity when he decided he found the most personal fulfillment in being good at what he does? not really. is it so drastically different that it's actually atrophying some facets of his personality a little? maybe. is he happy?
the important thing is, he's good at it!
#anon#psychopompous#im being vague as if i dont have the entire lore of him and his work mapped out like three times over because its Not Relevant#its just something for Me to Chew On. the game aint even about him it's about marianne getting her head cut off and being mad about it#but i adore him so. he gets A Lot Of Thought Allocation on a daily basis lol#even wrote a short orpheus retelling with this idiot. im in deep#anyway thank u for the ask it like physically granted me energy im always happy to talk about the weird skeleton guys that live in my head#doodles
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would be funny, if Nina had a gf, and due to Johan's tendency to see him and nina as the same, he'd drop by casually, disguised or not, while nina is away. What's wrong? Nina is him and he's Nina! There's no complications with kissing him! You're basically kissing his sister! (Eaten ask)
your brain anon...........like EXACTLY. exactly. God this is sooo hot and weird which is johan's brand. He is karl marxing the fuck out of his sister's girlfriend. What do you mean "meet my girlfriend"? You mean meet OUR girlfriend. right? (tw: nonconsensual kissing, yandere)
Could you imagine bidding your girlfriend, Nina, goodbye after she spent the whole evening at your place? You whine and beg her to stay longer, clinging onto her, but she rolls her eyes playfully and insists she has to go.
She gives you a loving parting kiss on your lips, then plants even more– on your nose, cheeks, and finally your forehead– before she reluctantly pulls away. Any more, she jests, and she won’t be able to leave.
"You know I hate leaving you like this," she laughs softly. "But don't worry, I'll make up for today once my exams are over. Okay?"
She gives you one last final kiss before finally leaving, waving at you as she walks down the street.
You sigh and close the door, already missing her.
You really love Nina, but sometimes it feels like she doesn’t have much time for you. You understand she has her exams, a part-time job, and aikido training, which doesn’t really leave much left for you. Still, you can’t help but feel a bit greedy, wishing she’d at least dedicate a part of her to you. You're her girlfriend, after all.
You sigh one last time. No use.
She’s already spread too thin, and you know if you tell her your concern, she’ll worry and try to double her efforts to make time for you. No way in hell are you going to give her any more stress in her life. Although today was just half a day together, you're grateful. Even if it left you unbelievably craving, aching for more…
You hear a soft knock on your door. Is it Nina? Did she forget something? Oh, your prayers have been answered. You just wanted one more second with her. You open the door immediately, an excited smile on your face.
"What did you forget this ti-"
"Missing me already?"
You freeze, standing dumbfounded. In front of you is not, in fact, your girlfriend, but a tall, blonde man smiling softly at you.
"I'm… I'm sorry. I don't— Do I know you?" you ask, trying to stay cool. He must have the wrong house to ask something like that so proudly. You’ve never met him before.
His smile doesn’t falter at your question. He continues looking at you, his eye contact unwavering.
"You do." he answers, calmly leaving no explanation, still smiling softly.
You’re getting nervous. He keeps staring and smiling at you. You try to get a good look at him. Is he a mutual friend? An old classmate? A person you pissed off once? You’re at a blank. Though… the more you look at him, the more you notice how similar he looks to… to your… what the hell.
Why does he... look... a bit like Nina?
No. You chalk it off. He just has blonde hair and blue eyes, and the fact you’re missing your girlfriend terribly doesn’t help. But even then, their facial features strike a matching resemblance. It’s a bit uncanny.
You let out a nervous laugh and smile sheepishly at him. "Look, I’m really racking my brain here. Have we met before? I’m really sorry if I can’t recall…"
You give him his cue to introduce himself, to remind you who he is, to be offended at you forgetting—anything! He’s just standing there, staring down with that same smile. Your eyes dart around, seeing if this is a prank. A small uneasy pit forms in your stomach.
A beat passes by. You still wait for his reply.
You can't help but start feeling creeped out. Stupid. Always ask who’s there before opening the door. Just ask him what he wants with you and get it out of the way.
"Hey uh, I-"
He kisses you, his lips softly crashing against yours, hands gently cradling the back of your neck. He’s not forceful, but his hold is steady. You squirm and try to break free, but he quickly shushes you and holds you closer, entrapping your lips in another long kiss.
You think of quickly think of biting him, but he gently pulls away right before you can go through with the thought. His hands come up to tenderly cup your face, his thumb softly brushing against your cheek as he looks at you.
Your vision begins to blur from your tears, your legs wobbling from the fear of the situation.
"I don't know you!" you practically scream out. Your desperation kicks in as you continue to panic. "P-Please. please. please. I'm sorry. I don't know you. I don't… I don't… please… I-."
You cry softly, pleading with him. He just continues cradling your face in his hands, looking at you with that godawful eerie smile. He leans back in, slowly murmuring,
"Shh…"
He continues peppering kisses all over your wet cheeks. "You do know me," he whispers, kissing your nose. "And you know I need to make it up to you," he says, kissing your forehead. He hums softly and leaves another final chaste kiss on your lips.
"And you know I hate leaving you like this."
#WAHHHHHHHH EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU ANON FOR THE FOOD 🙏#LIKE ANON U GET ME. THIS SHIT HAS BEEN VIBRATING IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG. I AM BARK BARK BARKING#comrade johan#HAHAHHAAH#I want to expand on sooooo much more of this it's insane. I lobe him. I want to lock him out the door while it's raining and just watch him#To think i was actually going to make this wholesome and comedic and have nina walk in accidentally.#or have her introduce you to him and the first thing he does is kiss you on da lips.#either way she is there the whole time like >:O!!!! what the FUCK johan!#anyways first attempt at fic writing.....pls be kind ;3;#anon please come back we need more 🙏🙏🙏 we love it.#yandere johan x reader#johan liebert x reader#nina fortner x reader#johan x reader#anna liebert x reader#yandere johan liebert x reader#yandere johan liebert#yandere johan#c.nina fortner#c.johan liebert#f.monster
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#pizza tower#peppino#arts#mine#happy pride; heres a little otter for u#hes like very early 20s here#happy and unbothered before the Horrors happened#it is NOT his 30s bc he needs to exude raw dilf energy by that point#but for now he is anxious and sweet and awkward#not that i dont draw him like that already but its like 10x here#its PALPABLE#okay mwah i will hopefully come back w more than just sketches that mean nothing skjfsdjkfdhfhsk#i have LITERALLY been on this commission for WEEKS i need someone to take me out back and put me out of my misery i swear#im going to finish the lines TODAY like i cant be this person i cant keep coming back to this fucking comm w no progress ill simply Die#its like singlehandedly preventing me from doing anything else; its making a mental block waaaaaaaau#but i feel like i am breaking through it today. at least i HOPE i am sdkjfsdjkfjsdkf#um if u are still here ilu. send me some anons; i want to be chatty but the messages i have feel like i need to respond w essays#and i literally. cannot.#at least until i get my head screwed on properly again
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Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.
Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.
but of course, kind anon
Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.
This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.
Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.
Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.
It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.
And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!
I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.
I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.
So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.
Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3
Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.
And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.
#WOAH this is long#while still not saying much... mweh heh heh#other notes that i don't know how to add in w/out derailing the main vague explanation of the au:#the trio shifts from Peter & Robbie & MJ to Robbie & MJ & Gloria#robbie and his girl gang#and u all know me for my robbienoir shipping well.... Peter's romantic feelings for Robbie are a major point of some parts of this au#get possessed gay boy#Toni Morrison might be a bit out of left field here but I love her work so much and I actually listen to her interviews#to get a grasp on how I want robbie's language to flow. I am NOT eloquent but she has such a way w words when she just SPEAKS#her and the rapper Milo lol#i should give this a read through but im not. ill see all my mistakes tomorrow LOL#spider robbie au#spider noir#my art#peter benjamin parker#robbie robertson#ben urich#asks#anon#thanks for the ask!!!#hope you find your utensils alright
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hina... have you ever drawn nanami & yuji. pls i need to see them. my reluctant mentor and ray of sunshine. maybe eating together after a mission
cleaned up this request doodle from a while ago <3
#my art#answered#anonymous#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#nanami kento#yuji itadori#jujutsu kaisen fanart#sorry for getting to this so late anon :'<<<<#also sorry the art technically isnt new shkdg i tried to come up w a different setting fr them#thought abt them going fr ramen or something ? like an izakaya scene#but i wasnt happy w any of my sketches n took the easy way out gomen gjdghjj#i hope u still like the cleaned version!#well . “clean” gjhgssgj yuuji sweetie do u need a napkin#both of these pastries r based off ones we sold at the bakery i used to work at#u know . the one that put me into a 7 month depressed artblock n made me want to kms/srs#and speaking from experience. those filled croissants r not user friendly#crumbs + cream + fruit + syrup drizzle + chocolate...all EVERYWHERE smh#also nanami's looks like a cookie but it's not i promise. it is a raisin danish bc he has th palette of an old man at 27
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the amount of haladriel content we are getting wtffff im not used to caring for a ship that actually gets content instead of 2 crumbs 😭😭😭🙏🏽
collection of frankly insane things to just. casually drop on a monday....... like. ok? I guess I'll walk into oncoming traffic immediately? tag urself which line makes u most need a mental health crisis intervention team? I think for me it's the deepest connection either of them have ever experienced in fact it haunts them. 🕳🚶♀️
#thx @ all the anons who are hitting me up love u lots xoxo#asks#trop#the rings of power#saurondriel#sauron x galadriel#charlie media play vickers throwing out the phrase marriage proposal and then immediately going back to bigger than romance#im getting hugh dancy flashbacks#incredible
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A little off topic but do I spy tail feathers on gk in the last panel?
thank you for noticing thank you for noticing thank you for n oticing thanky nyou f
yes, you most certainly do!
voilà!
he's had them in every picture of him i've posted, but they're not always easy to see! i was really wondering when someone would notice!
it is a swallow-like tail! when you have big ol' wings i figure that having a rudder helps significantly with manoeuvrability. here's some sketches where you can see it a little more clearly.
and an extra bonus; with all those feathers he's obviously gotta have a way to preen them...
#as you can see unlike vul he is a Gloves Wearer so he gets hit with the Scary Hands beam. you're welcome.#i also draw his wings at slightly inconsistent sizes because i hc that the knights can adjust their wing sizes a little.#genuinely feel like they do change constantly in the games so... why not make it an intentional quirk.#helps them to fit them into spaces! (and helps me to draw them in compositions. do you see what i mean.)#anyway anon thank u for this ask. i was really hanging out for somebody to notice!!!.#awtdy au#my art#galacta knight#bandana waddle dee#my headcanons and worldbuilding
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Atlas: Taryn? Hey!
Atlas: What happened-
Taryn: Please don’t.
Atlas: Can you talk to me?
Taryn: [ strained ] What is there to say that you don’t already know? I keep asking myself why you’re so nice to me all of a sudden. Why would someone like you be around someone like me and it’s such a… Mind-fuck.
Atlas: I swear to you, it isn’t like that-
Taryn: Am I just a one night stand?
Atlas: [ stammers ] N-No!
Taryn: Convincing.
Atlas: I’m sorry it wasn’t a good enough response, I’m just caught off guard. Why would you assume that?
Taryn: Because my questions made sense the minute you walked out of that building and there was lipstick smeared all over your face. Then you gave me this look, something about it made me realize I wasn’t the first and I don’t think I’d be the last.
Atlas: [ flatly ] We didn’t even catch each other's name, that’s how little it meant.
Taryn: [ barely a whisper ] Oh now that’s incredibly fucked up… Was that supposed to make me feel better?
Atlas: Bee-
Taryn: [ voice breaks ] Was it worth it? [ pauses ] Don’t… Answer that. I’m… Gonna go now.
#♪ underneath the midnight sky together we’ll be set free ♪#what a horrible way to end march#the discord is gonna beat me up#JUST A FEW NOTES IN THE TAGS IN CASE U WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE BRAINROT FESTERING MY MIND#SO did u notice how atlas maintained eye contact up until the tenth panel like he's being seen and it's uncomfortable#also the fact that all he musters up is the most ruthless comment like DAWG DAWGGGGGGGGG A STAB TO THE CHEST MATE#also to the anon that sent the ask about atlas and taryn i was just barely starting to map out this whole arc so when you sent that ask#i was like gAH GAHHHHH#nefarious machinations have commenced#fellas lemme tell u somethin it gets worse#this is just a lil dip in the pool#tessellate#sims 4 story#show us your story#tessellate: atlas#tessellate: taryn
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