#ask response

[fizzyboy]

Are you going to have two of the groups join forces at some point? Like Rodger's group running into Toodles's group or Astro's group running into Poppy's group?

Oh, hell yeah. In fact, I'm trying to do a short comic about

[reijisteacup]

Sooo....that ask i did where the Diaboys s/o is cockdrunk got me thinking and what if the diaboys is pussydrunk hmm?

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Pussydrunk Diaboys

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki

Shu is used to drifting through life half-asleep, untouchable by emotions or desires. But that changes the moment he’s buried inside you, your warmth pulling him into a world far more addictive than even his favorite violin melodies. His body trembles, slow, needy thrusts betraying the fact that he’s lost all control. He pants softly, pressing his lips to your neck—not to bite, just to feel. There’s a dazed look in his half-lidded eyes as if he can’t believe the pleasure coursing through him. He’s never moved like this for anyone, never needed anyone like this before. His voice breaks in a rare, husky whisper against your ear. “Why… does it feel like this?” he murmurs, breath catching. “I was fine before. I didn’t need anything. But now… I can’t sleep, I can’t think. All I want is you. Again and again.”

Reiji Sakamaki

Reiji, so used to discipline and control, tries to maintain his usual precision when he's inside you—but it's a losing battle. He starts off slow and deliberate, trying to catalog each sensation like an experiment, but quickly, his rhythm falters. The way your walls grip him is too much, too warm, too perfect. His glasses slide down his nose as sweat builds, and a low, guttural groan escapes him—embarrassingly human. He clenches his jaw, panting against your skin, one hand gripping the sheets while the other holds your hip like a lifeline. His composure is cracking, and his pride is nowhere to be found. “This… sensation… I didn’t account for this…” he grits out, voice trembling. “You’ve made me a slave to your body. Is that what you wanted, you little temptress?” But the way he ruts into you, desperate and breathless, makes it clear: he loves it.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato dives into you with his usual arrogance, shouting “Ore-sama’s the best!” with a cocky smirk. But that confidence doesn’t last long. The moment he bottoms out, his words cut off in a gasp, his body shuddering like he’s short-circuited. He freezes, gripping your hips, his eyes wide and stunned. Then something clicks—and he starts moving again, rough and fast, like he’s trying to chase that high, to burn the feeling of you into his bones. His cocky words become moans, curses, and gasps for air. “Shit—what the hell are you doing to me…? Damn it, Chichinashi… you’re mine, you hear me? No one else gets this—no one!” He kisses you like a man drowning, desperate and full of heat, his pride forgotten beneath the haze of pleasure.

Kanato Sakamaki

Kanato’s eyes flutter shut, and his expression twists with a strange mixture of euphoria and madness. At first, he giggles—high-pitched and breathless—but then he starts shaking. Tears prick the corners of his eyes, and he clutches you tightly, muttering to himself like he’s falling apart from the inside out. He buries his face into your neck, teeth grazing but not biting—he’s not hungry for blood right now. He’s drunk. Drunk on you. Completely consumed. And it terrifies him. “Don’t go… don’t ever go,” he whimpers. “You feel too good… too warm… I’ll kill you if you leave me. You hear me? I’ll tear the whole world apart!” His movements become frenzied, uncoordinated, desperate. He’s not in control anymore—you are.

Laito Sakamaki

Laito enters you with his usual charm, humming into your neck and whispering filthy sweet nothings. But as he moves, something shifts. His smile fades. His moans get real—raw, desperate. You feel his hips begin to stutter, his breath hitching as he starts to come undone, faster than he wants to admit. He clings to you now, face buried in your throat, whispering truths he would normally drown in flirtation. “Bitch-chan… ngh… I think you’ve ruined me. No one’s ever felt like this. No one’s ever made me feel real…” His voice cracks as he thrusts deeper, messier, chasing the high like a man who's been starved for centuries.

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru tries so hard to hold it together. He growls when he enters you, trying to act tough, but the way you squeeze around him makes his entire body tense. His cheeks burn bright red, and he tries to look away—but his hips keep moving on their own, rough and clumsy with need. He’s panting now, his fists clenched against the bed, trying not to say what he’s really feeling. But every thrust breaks him a little more. “D-Don’t look at me like that… ngh… you’re making it worse…” he stammers, voice shaking. “I feel like I’m gonna break apart. You… you’re too much…” He kisses you—harsh and full of teeth—but it’s not violent. It’s desperate. He’s in too deep.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami

Ruki always takes pride in being collected—calculated, dominant. But the moment he’s buried inside you, everything he thought he knew about control vanishes. His breaths get heavier, his thrusts deeper, and his grip on your hips becomes nearly bruising. You’ve turned him into a man possessed. His voice is lower than usual—dangerously soft, trembling with a desire that shakes his whole being. “Livestock… what have you done to me?” he whispers, forehead pressed against yours. “This body was never meant to crave like this. I was never meant to need. But now… I can’t breathe without you.” He kisses you again, like he’s trying to bind you to him with every touch.

Kou Mukami

Kou starts off with his usual playful flair, giggling and teasing—but the moment he sinks into you, the mask slips. His voice breaks. His smile wavers. And soon he’s whining into your ear, his fingers digging into your back as he moves inside you like a man possessed. His cocky act dissolves into trembling need. He’s panting your name like a mantra, scared of how deeply he’s falling. “M Neko-chan… haah… what is this feeling…? I don’t wanna stop—I can’t stop,” he gasps, on the edge of tears. “Please… don’t ever let anyone else touch you. I’ll break if you leave me…” There’s no show anymore. Just Kou—naked, needy, and head over heels addicted.

Yuma Mukami

Yuma’s thrusts are rough and greedy from the start—but the deeper he gets, the more everything slows. His hands are big and trembling on your waist, and he starts making noises he never thought he could—desperate, low moans, curses muttered against your skin. His instincts take over. He wants to breed, to claim, to make sure no one else ever gets to feel what he’s feeling right now. His forehead is pressed to yours, his body practically shaking. “Sow… ngh… yer takin’ me too good… shit… I ain’t ever gonna be the same,” he groans. “Gonna fill ya up so deep, ya won’t ever forget me.” He moves like he’s planting his entire soul inside you.

Azusa Mukami

Azusa trembles the moment he’s inside you. Not from fear—from awe. He’s never felt anything so warm, so comforting, so impossibly intimate. He starts crying softly, murmuring your name over and over as he gently rocks into you, body shaking. There’s no rhythm, no plan. Just instinct. Just love. His eyes are glazed, lips parted, and every moan that escapes him is pure, raw devotion. “Eve… ah… it’s too much… I love it… I love you… please… don’t let me go,” he whimpers. “If I can stay like this… I won’t need to hurt anymore…” He clings to you like you’re his salvation—and maybe, to him, you are.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami

The proud First Blood King, always composed, always cold—until he’s buried inside you and that ancient restraint begins to shatter. At first, Carla tries to maintain his composure, determined not to let you see the effect you're having on him. His hands remain steady, his voice calm—but his hips falter, slow at first, then erratic, driven by something primal. His pupils dilate, breath hitches, and suddenly there’s a low, guttural growl vibrating through his chest. His hands are gripping you tightly now—possessive, almost reverent—as if your body was some sacred treasure he could never let go of. He’s utterly drunk on the heat of you, the rhythm of your breath, the way your body reacts to his. And when he finally sinks deeper, overwhelmed, all those centuries of pride and composure crack like glass. "Do you understand what you've done?" he whispers, voice husky, trembling. “You've desecrated a king. You’ve made a god kneel… and now I’ll make sure you never escape the cage you built around me.”

Shin Tsukinami

The cocky, wild wolf—always brash, always running on instinct. At first, it’s all fun to him. He’s teasing you with his usual sharp grin, dirty talk flowing easy, hips snapping into yours like he’s got something to prove. But then it hits him—you. Your warmth, the way your body molds perfectly to his. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, like the first true high he’s ever felt. The smirk fades. His breathing gets ragged, his eyes gloss over. Suddenly he’s moaning your name, forehead pressed against yours, cursing how good it feels. Every inch of him is trembling from the need to keep going, to stay connected to you, to own this moment. His hands roam over your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go for even a second “You’re driving me insane,” he breathes out, panting, voice cracked and hoarse. “Shit… this is way more than I expected. What the hell are you? I can’t get enough. I need you again. Now. Always. Right here.” And he starts again—already drunk off you and desperate for another hit.

[slumbrr-r]

What are the bullets made out of? And how often do organisation's make/found ammo for the toons that uses guns?

Ammo/Gun manufacturing processes vary by individuals or organizations. Garden-view is the “standard” way.

[reijisteacup]

lord..i approve this message

[amoxapina]

Oi meu divo maravilhoso 🤏🏻 faz icons do incrível mundo de gumball 😭

cara, tu simplesmente me pediu icons do meu desenho favorito de todos os tempos!!! Nossa como eu te amo 💕💕 espero que goste, princesa ❣️prometo fazer só do Ricardo, tá bom?

⠀⸻ Ი𐑼 ⋆ kakaio aesthetic alert ⋆ :: o incrível mundo de gumball icons ! 𔘓

ⓘ like or reblog if you use | action + psd colour-source ♡ | créditos não são obrigatórios, mas são aceitos . . .

[pumpkin-mines]

Not into homestuck, but I really like your art. Keep it up man 💯

dawg how did you get into my house

[plusvanity]

Do you have other cute facts about Vampelle ? 🥰

Alright, here we go

When he's in his bat form, he's a baby.

-he loves to be pet or gently scratched behind his ears (he's actually very communicative through his ears), and he loves being 'packed' like a burrito in a soft towel or blanket. It's how he usually falls asleep

-he also likes chilling hanging on Varg's pockets (the chest pocket of his jacket, preferably) whenever he's going somewhere. He's very curious and eager to follow his dog around like that, just sniffing, flapping his little ears, and looking like a furry umbrella 🌂

-he always falls asleep right after his fruit meal. He yawns and blinks slowly and drifts off quietly while still in Varg's hands

-he randomly comes to hang or crawl or 'climb' on Varg's books when he is reading. He hisses at Varg when he tries to turn the page because he's 'not done yet reading the paragraph', but that's actually a the synonym of 'notice me now' (he's just being silly when he wants some love)

-he can crawl-run in his bat form, and it's very funny to watch. He can do that on water also. That's how he runs in the bathtub whenever he has to be cleaned. It's a bit of a challenge to get the work done because he hates it, but there's nothing you can't accomplish with some juicy grapes as a treat

-he loves to ride his dog during full moons! He switches to his bat form, grabs on Varg's pointy ears and holds onto them like on a horse harness as Varg runs wild and dumb through the woods. I actually need to draw this. It's so hilarious in my head, I have to make it visible

Now, about him in human form:

-he's (I don't even know the term for this) the MOST altruistic and humanitarian vampire that you'll ever meet. His bad mental health wants him dead instead of eternal and that's the first reason why he stopped feeding himself blood, but the second reason is because he doesn't see humans as live stock like his fellows vampires do. He thinks it's unfair to kill another creature even if this means survival. I think that's cute (however, there's a lot of controversy about his view in the story)

-he blushes when he sucks blood lol. He had some sort of 'deal' with Varg to only consume enough werewolf blood to stay alive (since he doesn't actually want to stay alive), and it's meaningful to him, intimate even. So he can't help but feel awkward and 'timid' whenever he has to bite his partner's neck

-he loves drawing/ sketching the Transylvanian landscapes when he goes out. He loves travelling and finding new places. He's got a sketchbook full of forest illustrations, old buildings, and cemeteries that he's been visiting since he arrived there. So far, his favourite place is Sighişoara (not because that's mine, or something)

I'd love to write some more, but I'm kind of sick right now and I didn't want to make you wait too long for your answer 😭

I hope you enjoy!!

[phantomarine]

Crushing on Cheth is just bloodlust with extra steps anyway

Mood

The vampire vibes don’t help

[andrew-thy-accursed]

Someone drew varg as a stripper lol

https://www.reddit.com/r/burzum/s/dMQhva6rnB

Nice art btw 👍🏻

THIS IS INCREDIBLE, never thought I'd live to see varg big naturals

(Also thank you lmao)

[fizzyboy]

If Shrimpo were to see Finn have his crash out what would he think about it?

In my head he's proud of Finn going ape shit but also very concerned because Finn is going ape shit-

That is NOT something he wants to see. Unless they're both crashing out at the same thing.

When Finn crashes out- WHEN he crashes out, he's gonna go complete joker mode.

[reijisteacup]

TRIGGER WARNING

Diaboys reaction to an SO who is severely depressed and has tried to take their life before

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki

At first, Shu is scarily quiet. No teasing, no lazy remarks—just silence. You might expect indifference, but when he sits beside you, there's a heaviness to his presence, like he’s carrying guilt he doesn’t understand. He's seen too much death, too many souls waste away, but the thought of you not existing anymore physically hurts him. “…You were going to leave me. Without saying anything?” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded but focused on nothing. He won't admit it out loud, but he's scared. After this, he becomes subtly clingy—sleeping next to you instead of apart, quietly checking if you're breathing at night, humming lullabies he once heard from his mother. He doesn't know how to save you… but he refuses to lose you. Not you.

Reiji Sakamaki

He handles the discovery like a crisis intervention: firm, structured, and visibly angry—but only because he's terrified. His way of coping is controlling everything around him. He demands to know when, how, why—and when you can't answer, he simply says, “That will never happen again.” At first, it feels cold. But behind his sharp tongue and too-tight grip is a man reeling at the thought of you slipping away. He’ll research every method of psychological aid, watch you like a hawk, and offer structured comfort: proper meals, medication reminders, time blocks for sunlight, journaling. He becomes your entire support system, not always gentle, but unshakable. He needs to fix this. Not because you’re a project—but because you’re his.

Laito Sakamaki

He laughs at first. Not because it's funny, but because he doesn’t know how else to react. “Bitch-chan, you’re really cruel, huh…? Leaving me behind like that…” Behind the mask, though, Laito breaks. He’s lived his entire life surrounded by death, sexual abuse, and emotional ruin, and now you—someone who gave him warmth—wanted to leave too? That activates something primal in him. He becomes suffocatingly protective, staying up all night, constantly touching you to feel your warmth. He uses flirtation and playful talk to distract you, but there are moments where you catch him sobbing quietly into your shoulder at 4 a.m., whispering, “Please don’t disappear. I can’t go through that again.”

Kanato Sakamaki

His reaction is violent. Not toward you—but toward the world. He screams, throws things, lashes out at anyone who gets in the way, including Teddy. “Why would you try to die and not tell me?! Do you hate me that much?!” But underneath his hysteria is fear. Abandonment. If you died, you’d be like his mother—forever silent, forever cold. And he couldn’t bring you back. He’d hold onto you tighter than ever before, sobbing into your lap, whispering unhinged apologies and blaming everyone else but you. He’d even beg to be hurt instead of you. He’ll never let you be alone again—even if it drives him insane. He’d rather have a broken you than no you.

Ayato Sakamaki

His first instinct is denial. “Tch, you’re lying. You wouldn’t do something that stupid…” But when he finds undeniable proof, the color drains from his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Ayato would internalize it as failure. In his mind, if you wanted to die, he must’ve not been enough. Not fun enough, not present enough—just like his mother made him feel. He overcompensates by trying to be around constantly, throwing himself into cheering you up, cracking jokes, dragging you on chaotic adventures just to make you laugh. But behind his bravado, he’s scared sh*tless. Sometimes he’ll blurt out, “You’re not gonna leave me, right?”—and when you promise, he clings to that like it’s his last breath.

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru finds out and immediately punches a hole through the nearest wall. Not because he's mad at you—but because he doesn’t know how to protect you from this. “Why… didn’t you come to me?!” His voice cracks. He sees himself in you. The same self-hatred, the same dark thoughts. That terrifies him. But it also makes him understand you in a way the others might not. He won’t talk much, but he’ll be there. Every time. Every night you cry, every moment you can’t move, he’s just sitting next to you in silence, offering his hand. “You’re not going anywhere, got it?” he’ll say, voice low but trembling. And for once, you know he means it with everything he has.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami

Ruki's reaction is similar to Reiji's—logical on the outside, burning with desperation inside. He views it as his failure as your dom and protector. “Livestock… no, dear one... you should have told me.” He takes full control of your environment. No more isolation. No skipped meals. He reads psychological literature, reaches out to professionals if necessary, and forces a daily check-in routine. But his real fear is buried in quiet moments—where he looks at you sleeping and wonders if he’d ever forgive himself if you didn’t wake up. He’s harsher with himself than with you. “I’ll keep you here. Even if it means chaining your heart to mine.”

Kou Mukami

Kou’s entire identity cracks the moment he hears about your attempt. “No no no—what did I do wrong? Was I not enough?!” He spirals fast. His fake smile is long gone. He becomes a mess of tears and self-blame, terrified he missed the signs. You’ll find him clinging to your waist, mumbling apologies and desperately promising to be better. Afterward, he never lets you out of his sight. He’ll even cancel events or music recordings just to be there. His brand, his fame—they mean nothing if you’re not alive to share them. He’ll try everything—jokes, cuddles, emotional oversharing—to keep you tethered to this world. Because you are the only real thing in his.

Yuma Mukami

Yuma is furious—but not at you. He’s mad at the world, at life, at whatever made you feel this way. “Oi… who the fuck made you think you ain’t worth bein’ here?” He grabs you—gently, but firmly—and hugs you so tightly you almost can’t breathe. “I lost my fam once. I ain’t losin’ you too.” From that point on, he keeps an even closer eye on you. He helps you eat, makes you garden with him in the sun, keeps your body moving even when your soul feels heavy. He’ll grunt and act tough, but every time you show even a flicker of sadness, he’s there. Protective. Steady. Unbreakable. He believes in you even when you can’t.

Azusa Mukami

Azusa doesn’t panic or yell. He just… breaks. Quietly. He kneels in front of you, teary-eyed, voice soft and trembling. “You… wanted to go away? Without me…?” Azusa knows pain like no other—but the idea of losing you hurts worse than anything he's ever felt. He’ll beg you to let him share your pain, to take some of it for himself. He becomes even gentler, hyperaware of your needs and emotional cues. He’ll praise you for the smallest acts: getting out of bed, eating, even breathing. “You’re here… and that’s all that matters.” You’ll see him cry more than once, hugging your legs tightly and whispering, “Please stay… please stay… please stay…”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami

Carla, proud and poised, is utterly shattered by the news. His entire demeanor becomes distant and restrained—but only because he’s overwhelmed by an emotion he can’t control: helplessness. He views himself as your protector, your superior, your king—and yet he failed to see your suffering. “I… cannot afford to lose you,” he says gravely. His usual commanding tone softens, and you begin to see how far he’s willing to go to keep you. He’ll break taboos, dig into forbidden rituals, or even try to reverse time itself if he could. His love is absolute, and it becomes a vow: “I will not allow your light to fade. Even if it means sacrificing my own.”

Shin Tsukinami

Shin is absolutely terrified—but he hides it behind anger. “Are you stupid?! What the hell were you thinking?!” But even as he yells, his hands are trembling. He doesn’t know how to deal with these emotions. He’s never loved someone this deeply, and now the thought of you vanishing from the world makes him feel like a helpless child. So he doubles down on being close—sleeping by your side, cracking bad jokes, dragging you outside, and sometimes awkwardly blurting out affirmations like, “You're not allowed to die, you idiot. You're mine.” It’s clumsy, it’s flawed, but it’s honest. Shin needs you as much as you need him. He just doesn’t know how to say it gently.

[camera-face]

RANDOM SHIT, GO!

Place your most obscure skeleton boy in front of the camera so that the anons can have yet another sacrifice to their never ending carnal carnival.

📷

This one right here. :)

Also, Polyseme, uhhhhh. Is your weapon of choice a Molotov? Because. Uh. Because. Uhm. Shit, uh. Fuck, uhm. Uhhhh. Because. Al … cohol, yes? Correct. We’ll go with that.

This is Crow. He's from Nulltale, so he's technically Null!Sans, but he prefers Crow.

his Gaster blaster pendant is alive and holds bunches of emotion! But Crow himself has no emotion :(

Polyseme LOVESSSS his attacks. He's got 24 and they're all named after condiments :D

[chubby-p1nk]

I absolutely LOVE your art style, especially the way you draw Tim and cas, it fits them so well and I really like the way you make Tim seem a bit more feminine or gender neutral.

Omg THANK YOU WAWA <3 <3 <3

I responded to your message in the comments! I don't want to make my posts too large <3 (Also, I like to talk)

[the-transgenda-agenda]

You're a fucking moron :))

If bigots hate trans people equally they'd kill as many trans men and Theyfabs as they do Trans Women.

But they don't. You're so fucking scared of acknowledging you have modicum of privelage over us. Because you might have to be held accountable for the vitriolic bile you spill over the internet.

This isn't your safe space to wave-away critically thinking and have a pity party.

If you think I should die, why don't you come and do it yourself since you're so mad everyone before you has failed?

[clarissasbakery]

can u draw teardrop again ? Ur design for her is so cute ^_^

here’s a little doodle for those missing teardrop 💧