#but even if im not idm being asked

[vhvrs]

Hello just wondering would you be comfortable doing Bodyswap Pictures for commissions?

id need more info but off the top of my head, thats something I'd be cool w drawing 👍

[qoldenskies]

Donnie for sure the second youngest but I don’t think he probably thinks of Leo as older practically. They’re probably only a few months apart at most and I don’t think Donnie would consider that developmentally significant enough to see Leo as a big brother like he does Raph. Leo on the other hand, absolutely views Donnie as a bratty little brother. Basically they’re not twins but still do the twin thing when someone asks who’s older.

Younger: we’re twins it doesn’t mat-

Older: me I’m older

its honestly why i usually like to make their twinship a compromise for donnie's sake. he doesn't really accept the idea of there being a power dynamic between them with their ages (even though there kind of is? raph and leo are in their own little camp separate from donnie and mikey, it's pretty clear by the way raph puts so much pressure on leo in particular) and i usually dont have him bring it up much it at all unless he's thinking more about mikey because i think them having solidarity over having to deal with their older brother bullshit is true and like. genuinely kind of canon? they're so fed up with them LOL

like ngl i actually care so much about second youngest donnie BECAUSE of his relationship with mikey. b team is my favorite thing in the world

(also yes absolutely no matter how small the gap is to me, leo will use EVERY opportunity to hold it over donnie's head. i mean i think episodes like lair games make that clear. when he grabbed donnie's vambrace and held it out of reach in smart lair too LMFAO... genuine bastard older brother behavior)

[caramel-mocha-latte]

Hi hello!!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently, I've just been dealing with some pretty bad depression

And uhhh! I am currently unable to afford meds rn so I'm just gonna...

points at my $5 headshot commissions again

and even link my cashapp. Only $3 extra for a tiny on your shoulder now for my commissions! No charge for having a big hand patting your head or something cause it's actually easier to add than a tiny for me lol

https://ko-fi.com/mocha_latte/commissions

https://cash.app/$Astakoi

So uh.. if any of you want anything/just want to help me out, yeah I'd appreciate it a bunch!

Gonna try to get back into posting more art :> and do a few artfight things before the month ends

[lilac-melody]

My coworker makes me laugh so hard oml

[s1lly-c0r3]

HI OMG i saw your cuddling post with the tulpar crew and i was kicking my feet LIKEE

CAN I REQUEST UHM the tulpar crew with a clumsy gn reader and how theyd react to reader getting a pretty bad injury?? like, easily bruises, wakes up with random bruises n scratches, keeps falling over/knocking stuff, and one day they get a really bad injury?? i dont mind how they got it!! CAN BE ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC IDM

HOPE THIS IS OKAY GAH I WOULD LOVE TO READ MORE OF UR WRITING 🫶

Omg im so glad you liked it<33 I love this request sm. Not kidding i saw it RUSHED to start writing Remember that this is for entertainment purposes only!!

Clumsiness || Curly, Jimmy, Daisuke, Anya, and Swansea

CURLY

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

He seems to always knows when you're upset or in pain.

I mean, he's the captain. How could he NOT notice his beloved partner limping around.

"Did something happen? Are you alright? Have you gone to Anya yet?" - Basically, interrogating you

Made you sit down, crouching in front of you. He imminently finds that injury.

"Oh, hun, what did you do now?"

After he heard you had fallen down the steps whilst wandering, he sighed.

He simply picked you up, if you're hurt, you're not going to hurt yourself more trying to walk around.

He took you to Anya, i mean, he's strict on the roles so it's obvious he's going to have the nurse help!

He stood by you the entire time though, his knuckles nervously pressed against his lips as if you shattered a bone.

Even after bandaged up, he's pampering you and BEGGING you not to get hurt like this anymore.

"Cmon darling, I can understand the minor ones but this? You have to be more careful..."

Keeps you beside him the rest of the day, if you even move an inch he's pulling you closer with a bit of a fear you'll get worse.

JIMMY ┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Didn't notice at first, he doesn't really notice when you're hurt unless you're complaining, and even then, he doesn't do much.

The second you yelped when you stood up he seemed a bit more concerned then usual.

"What? What is it?" - He tried to sound annoyed, but there was a strong sound of worry in his voice

He forces you sit down, his grip a bit too tight.

Instantly inspecting every part of your body until he found the wound on your leg.

"How the fuck do you manage to do this?" He said, a bit pissed you managed to hurt yourself this bad.

He thought it was stupid when you told him you fell down the steps, wanting to smack the shit out of you for being this stupid.

After a sigh and a mental break from how clumsy you manage to be, he stole some items from the medical room (he refuses to let anyone else touch you)

Obviously patched you up, poorly, the attempt is what matters right.

"You're lucky I kinda care about you, don't pull this shit again."

DAISUKE · · ──꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ── · ·

Hes slow, lets face it. He won't notice until he SEES how bad you're limping or you openly complain about the wound

"HUHH?? ARE YOU OKAY??? PLEASE DONT DIE ON ME!!"

Takes you straight to Anya, doesn't even let you explain yourself. Looking as if he's almost in tears begging Anya to save your life.

After he finds out it's just a injury on your leg he's a bit more relieved

Still though, he's clinging onto you for life and pampering you

"Oh god, please don't EVER be that clusmy again bro..."

ANYA •☽──✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧──☾•

She's a nurse, cmon? The second anyone has a bit of a grunt or a limp she knows something is up

"Is something wrong, dear? Did you hurt yourself again?"

She sits you down first, asking where it hurts and feeling the injury

After you explained to her you simply fell down the steps, she couldn't help but chuckle softly at your clumsiness

"Oh dear, how silly of you"

Patched you up after that, even kissing the bandages to "ensure they heal faster"

Wanted you to stay beside her in the medical room the rest of the day, claimed it was so she could make sure you didn't hurt yourself more, it was. But she also need the reassurance you werent going to kill yourself just walking down some steps.

SWANSEA ⊹˚₊‧──────‧₊˚⊹

he's got two kids, noticed the second you limped a bit into the utility room.

Was a bit ticked off you had managed to hurt yourself so badly that you were limping.

Sat you down on a stool, his arms crossed as he acted like you had just snuck out.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you? Did you hurt yourself? Do I need to get anya?"

even after you tried to convince him (he wasn't convinced) it was nothing he still questioned you

Eventually you told him, there was no getting out of it.

"Jesus, kid, you're gonna get yourself killed at this rate."

Patched you up himself, didn't think it was worth bothering anya again

Extremely gentle, though he did flick the back of your head for being so dumb

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GAH THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORTTTT !!! I finished this up in class so hopefully I didn't make too many mistakes <33

[sweetfushi]

hihihihi i hope ur having a very good day and that this request is even understandable and grammatically correct!!!!!! this thought has been plaguing my mind sososos much but i reallyreallylyly want just a short drabble or anything w jjk (any character u find that fits best idm) of them like drawing a bath n washing your hair after a long day or smth smth (nooooottttttt in a suggestive way plsplsplspls)

okay thats it >3< !!!! im praying this doesnt come off as pushy T_T

PAMPERING YOU AFTER A LONG DAY

fluff | satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami x reader, stress, frustration, running you a bath, washing you, no suggestiveness just pure fluff and comfort <3 | word count. 1.7k ◦ notes. hihihihi nonnie!! don't worry your grammar is fine and you didn't come off as pushy at all, i hope you enjoy mwah

SATORU GOJO.

Satoru can tell something is up when you toss your decently-expensive blazer haphazardly on your desk, showing little care when it inevitably slips and falls on the ground. He doesn’t need you to tell him, he picks it up in an instant and throws it on the back of your office chair.

“I would ask how work went but you don’t look like you’re in the mood to answer questions,” he huffs, somewhat amused. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure today was a universally terrible day at work. Everyone on the street looked miserable as hell,” he assures you through the kiss he places to the top of your head.

“Oh I’m sure,” you mumble, recalling the frustration you experienced facing your arrogant supervisor. “Sorry, that tone wasn’t aimed at you.”

“I didn’t think it was, dove, but thank you for the reassurance,” he laughs softly, the breathy sound evidence of his own exhaustion.

Satoru starts to head out of your office to let you settle down, but pauses in the doorway. You barely pay him any mind other than a small smile as you pull your laptop out of your bag and place it on your desk, and mutter incoherently about how disgusting the five empty snack wrappers in your bag are. He continues to watch as you let down your hair from its bun toss your hair tie beside your laptop.

“Come to the bathroom in ten. Vanilla or floral?”

You squint. “What?”

“Scent. Pick.”

“Why are you talking in half-sentences? And vanilla.”

“Why aren’t you used to it? And alright,” he retorts with a long finger pointing at you, before narrowly dodging the pen you throw at him by rushing out the doorway and seeking refuge in the bathroom.

The bathroom that, ten minutes later, you find yourself being pampered in. Satoru is sat on a stool beside the bathtub as you soak in the water, stretching your legs and fluttering your lashes at the therapy the hot water provides to your aching muscles. Speaking of, you don’t have to strain a single one as Satoru doesn’t let you lift a finger. He’s massaging your shampoo into your hair, gently scratching your scalp and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla.

The water reaches your chest and provides the perfect height for you to make shapes with the bubbles and bring them close to your face to inspect before blowing away. He watches as you repeat this process with multiple shapes, some more recognisable than others, and feels himself desiring to kiss you.

“Do you think–,” the moment you turn your head to ask, Satoru’s lips meet yours quickly yet so dreamily and so gently. You practically whine into the kiss, both because he cut you off and because you’re caught off guard by how intimate the moment suddenly becomes.

So much so that you’re left panting by the time he pulls away and flashes you a faux innocent smile, to which you glare at him and tense up like a cat when he starts rinsing the shampoo out your hair. After he applies a mask in your hair and clips it up, Satoru struggles to maintain a healthy heart rate when you rest your arms on his knees and your head on them, eyes lowering with the appearance of tiredness.

“I can’t wash you like this, baby.”

“Just for a bit.”

A minute goes by. “How long is a bit?” He finally asks.

“A lot.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“I can finally show you what I’ve been workin’ on,” Toji smirks, taking your hand in his after you manage to shove your shoes off by the door. He’s been working on the spare room you had for a month now and would refuse to let you even peek any time you asked. You assumed that your husband had finally resorted to illegal money-making tactics to fund your lifestyle, but he was (suspiciously) quick to shut that idea down.

When he did need help continuing the project, he had called in a few men you weren’t familiar with to assist. You’d complain about the random men in your house, to which he’d pull you in for a kiss on your temple and insist that it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door to the room and rushes behind you to cover your eyes. “Is this necessary? You’ve already made me wait a month.”

“A few seconds more can’t hurt,” he retorts with a snicker at your enthusiasm. He uses his elbow to push the door open and only when he guides you to step into the room and close the door behind you does he lower his hands from your eyes. “Surprise.”

Surprise was an understatement. Toji had renovated the room to almost appear bigger and function as a spa, with extensive windows along the top of the walls that are big enough to let fresh air in but small enough to not actually show the interior of the room from the outside. A massage table stood in the middle of the room with two tables at either side of it, both neatly organised with numerous body oils, lotions and Vogue magazines.

“If you don’t say something in the next second I’m gonna assume you’re plotting to kill me.”

“I love it.”

“Thank God.”

You giggle at his exaggerated exhale and turn to tackle him in your embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your height for your own comfort. Toji smiles into your neck, resting his hands on your lower back and letting himself inhale your scent and delightful aura.

“Now,” you start as you break away from the hug, “I believe I’m in need of a masseur.”

Toji - or your masseur - is quick to have you strip down and lay you on your stomach with a white towel over your backside. He laughs at your heavy sigh and the way your head flops down onto the table, simply letting him work one of the oils on your skin and tense muscles. Every so often, when he feels you drifting off to sleep, he’ll bend down and place a kiss on your hairline, sometimes hearing you mumble in response.

His fingers are calloused enough to draw you out of your slumber after a minute or so, but you don’t complain since they’re the same fingers that ward you into that sleep initially. You don’t talk at all aside from a few incoherent murmurs, ones that even when Toji responds with “hm?” to, you don’t repeat or say any clearer. He has to contain the soft, breathy laugh that threatens to escape at your dazed, drowsy state - he doesn’t want to disrupt your peace.

“You good, mama?” Toji asks breathily, slowing his movements momentarily.

You groan in response. “You better keep those hands moving, boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You can hear the grin in his voice but can’t find the strength to glare at him for it let alone lift your head to do so.

KENTO NANAMI.

The first thing you notice when you walk through the front door is the delivery bag by the bin. You wonder why it’s not in the bin, but also why it’s here in the first place. You’re certain you have leftovers that are enough to feed you two for the evening. However with closer inspection of the bag, you realise it to be of a bakery that is very much raved about, both at work and on social media.

I’ll be damned if I let this man finish these sweets without me.

“Kento! I’m home!” You call out, expecting a prompt response from the kitchen or living room. Instead, you hear some shifting and clanging upstairs, likely in the bathroom, and hang your jacket up before trotting up the stairs. “Are you okay? What was that sound?”

“Ah, I’m fine, sweetheart. I didn’t anticipate making this much noise, though,” he replies sheepishly just as you push the bathroom door open. Once you do, the aroma of something you can’t quite place your finger on caresses your senses, making you shut your eyes to fully indulge in it. Nanami chuckles at your rapidly relaxed demeanour and dries his hands off before coming over to embrace you.

“Hi,” you smile into the crook of his neck.

“Hi,” he reciprocates, sighing contently at the feeling of your hands roaming the expanse of his back. He shifts you in his arms so that his left is swung over your shoulders, while the other motions towards the relaxation project that is your bathroom. As you let yourself admire the filled bathtub, lit candles and rose petals decorating both the water and some of the floor, you’re reminded of the sweets.

“Do I also get a cake?” You stare up at him pointedly.

Nanami recalls the delivery he made and rubs your left shoulder. “Also isn’t the right word here, I swear I haven’t had any yet,” he laughs breathily, letting you strip while he positions the small tray table on the edges of the bathtub. When you’re finally relieved of your clothes, you practically squeal at the sight of numerous cakes, brownies and fruits decorating the wooden tray, barely giving Nanami enough time to stand before you’re crawling into the tub and snuggling under the warm water.

“Now I know you washed your hair yesterday,” he says as you start to feel his hands gather your hair and clip it up, “which is why I want this to be focused on easing your stress. Both physical and mental forms.”

You’re practically gaping at the rate at which he’s making your heart race from simply his words and gestures. Reluctantly you are to admit that perhaps Nanami deserves to have some of your sweets. Realistically, it would be days before you’d finish them all. “Come here and give me a kiss, you,” is all you respond with, to which Nanami complies eagerly and results in him groaning under the soft feeling of your hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Your hand trails up to scratch his scalp and he shivers in delight, allowing his hand to grasp your jaw gently but with enough grip to make you shiver and smile into the kiss. The kiss that inevitably ends because you need to breathe and let Nanami tend to you.

When he reaches for your body wash, you grab his arm and insist that you eat first. You need some sugar in your system before you crash from sheer relaxation under your husband’s attention.

“Feed me, husband.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As you wish, my wife.”

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[whimsicalpolitical]

hear me out…

matty or ross idm wakes you up bcs hes needy and horny but youre not in the mood because you just woke up (im not a morning person lmao) so you let him fuck your thighs but then you get turned on anyways lololol

18+mdni

the room is dark, curtains drawn against the harsh morning light. it’s too early, you can feel it in your bones. you’re swaddled in the warmth of the duvet, tucked perfectly in that blissful state of half-sleep, half-consciousness.

except something’s pulling you away from it.

soft lips graze over your neck, hot breaths brushing your skin. you shift a little, groaning at the interruption, but his mouth only trails lower, teeth nipping gently before smoothing over the sting with his tongue.

“darling,” matty murmurs. his nose nudges at your jaw, trying to coax you from the depths of sleep.

you grumble, trying to sink deeper into the pillow, but he’s persistent. fingers stroke along your waist, grazing skin where your t-shirt’s ridden up.

“need you,” he says, a little desperate, and when you crack open one eye to peer at him, he’s already looking at you like he’s starving. hair a wild mess of curls, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

“matty, it’s—” you turn your head to glance at the clock but give up halfway, eyelids drooping shut again. “it’s too early.”

“can’t help it,” he breathes, mouthing at your shoulder now, hands wandering. “been awake for ages just... thinking about you.”

you sigh, torn between irritation and something warmer, something that pools low in your belly despite your reluctance to properly wake up. “thinking or plotting?”

“both,” he admits, chuckling softly, though it turns into a groan as his hips roll forward, pressing against the back of your thigh. “fuck, just... let me, yeah? don’t even have to do anything.”

you huff, but you don’t pull away. “if it’ll shut you up.”

“god, you’re a saint,” he whispers, voice thick with gratitude and something deeper.

he shuffles closer, the heat of him pressed firmly along your back. you feel his cock, hard and insistent against the plush of your thighs, and you can’t help but squirm a little at the sensation.

“alright, let me just-“ matty groans and he manages to quickly get rid of his boxers.

matty scoots downwards on the bed a little and moves his hips until his cock rests on your thigh. you smile, though matty won’t see it. you lower your leg, squeezing matty’s cock with your thighs, flexing them a little to make sure he’s nice and tight.

“y’sure, love? i-“

“go on,” you say, “take what you need.”

matty doesn’t waste any more time, one of his hands slipping down to guide himself between your thighs, the slick head of him dragging against your skin. his breathing stutters, and it’s kind of endearing how desperate he sounds.

“just- just like that,” he pants, hips finding a slow, needy rhythm. his mouth never leaves you, pressing kisses along your neck, your shoulder, anywhere he can reach. “feels so fucking good, darling.”

you try to keep your breathing steady, eyes shut, torn between dozing off again and the feeling of him rutting between your thighs like he’s half out of his mind. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as his thrusts grow sharper, more frantic.

“shit, you feel so perfect,” he gasps, voice cracking on the words. “could do this forever. never get enough of you.”

you hum in response, lips twitching up in the slightest smile. “you’re such a fucking mess, healy.”

“only for you,” he whines, practically shaking now, his movements growing erratic. his forehead drops to your shoulder, hair tickling your skin as his mouth falls open with a ragged moan. “fuck.”

“oh, fuck,” matty repeats.

“yeah?” you giggle.

matty doesn’t reply. he just fucks your thighs with a nice, even rhythm, pleased with this alternative method.

“feel good for you?” you ask him.

“not as good as being inside you, but I like it,” he says. “s’ so tight.”

you hum in pleasure.

matty grunts and presses open mouth kisses against your neck, each kiss a loud smooch on your skin, each kiss sending tingling desire running down your spine and straight to your core.

matty’s thrusting speeds up and his groans are getting louder.

“oh, christ, darlin’” he moans out, “been thinking about you all morning. how good you feel. how good you make me feel.”

you try not to let his voice get to you, but it’s hard when he sounds like this. wrecked and wanting and completely undone. his desperation seeps into you, coaxing you awake bit by bit.

“god, darling... it’s- it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” his words tumble out, shaky and raw, as his hips keep up their steady, almost frantic thrusts.

you can feel him growing more desperate, the way his rhythm stutters and breaks when your thighs squeeze around him just right. his breathing’s ragged, each gasp and groan filling the quiet room.

“so good, just... fuck,” he chokes out, his voice tight and wrecked. “wish i could stay like this forever. just you and me. feels so fucking perfect.”

you shift a little, pressing your thighs together more, and he practically sobs against your neck. his hands tremble where they grip your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to leave faint marks.

“oh god, darling, just... keep doing that,” he pleads, “please. feels so good, i- i’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“then don’t,” you murmur, still mostly half-asleep but finding it hard not to get caught up in how desperate he sounds, how every rough drag of his cock against your skin pulls another shaky groan from his lips.

he’s practically trembling against you now, his body wound tight and strung out. every thrust is messy and uncoordinated, pure need taking over his movements.

“fuck, i’m close,” he gasps, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep his pace. “you feel so good. so fucking perfect. you always do.”

you let him use you, let him fall apart against you, his body shaking as he chases his release. you can feel the heat of him, the way he’s practically dripping with need, each drag of his cock between your thighs making him groan and whine in a way that goes straight to your head.

“matty,” you mumble, “just let go.”

“christ, i- ” he’s nearly sobbing now, hips jerking as he grinds against your thighs one last time before he falls apart completely. the heat of him spills over your skin, his body trembling as he buries his face against your shoulder, moaning softly into your skin.

for a moment, the room is nothing but the sound of his harsh breathing, the soft press of his lips against your shoulder in the aftermath.

“fuckin’ hell,” he whispers.

you both look down on where he coated your skin.

you grab his hand, the one resting possessively on your hip, and slide it down to where you’re aching, needier than you’d realized until now. you press his fingers against the dampness between your thighs, your voice a low, sleepy murmur. “you owe me. make me fall asleep again.”

matty’s breath hitches, a rough, needy sound that goes straight to your core again. “fuck,” he groans, his fingers twitching against you, feeling how wet you are. “christ, darling. you’ve been like this the whole time?”

“something like that,” you admit, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“should’ve told me,” he whispers, his voice wrecked and raspy. his fingers press against your panties, dragging over the slick fabric, barely enough friction but still making your hips jerk. “god, you’re drenched, love.”

“because of you,” you mutter, almost accusing, but it only makes him grin. you can feel it against your skin.

“always because of me,” he says, and there’s that cocky edge in his voice again, like he can’t help himself, “let’s make you feel good then. get you back to sleep.”

[wizardandpirate]

Me when im evil

(Future of AU + info under cut)

Doodles for my lil' Doey AU:], AU where he splits into the 3 kids instead of dying. Translations of my god awful handwriting and plans for the AU below. Warning; whole lot of yapping... too tired for filter.

"The gentle voices lie."

"I'm sorry."

"Please don't hurt me."

Doesn't remember how to be a kid <-

Me when Tumblr is stupid and won't let me make Jack's text yellow.

Also if you can't tell who's who, Matthew has a bow tie + hat on the middle of his head, Kevin has the spikey markings and hat on his left, and Jack has his hat on the right.

Anyways!

For the foreseeable future I'll post sketches like this sometimes, and maybe do a fully colored digital one if I have a really good idea. I probably won't make a bunch of art for this as I feel the idea is good but my art skills are a little too bad for it💔 but I do love the idea and might plan to write similar concepts.

I've realized if I do write a fic for this, it may or may not change the concept a little. I do adore this idea but I don't know if the factory is a setting I'd be good writing inside of. Might make a small fic about them escaping and surviving as a family though^^ probably being hunted though I fear😔 I do not think monster hunters, the government, or any other scientific facilities would let them off the hook. That's a setting I'm used to working in so it's why I'm more likely to write it in such a way, if I do at all.

Something something write outside your comfort zone but no actually because I write for comfort so fuck you actually, fuck you me who said that two seconds ago😎/silly/j

If you make any fanart for this AU, please please please tag me! Even if it's just a doodle you don't wanna post, please do show me. The idea has my heart and soul as does this freaking dough. They're literally my boys, okay? Beloved sons + kissy beloved daughter. I am their dad now. But if anyone wants to be their mom I mean../JJJJJ (im sorry.. lesbinism took over)

Me when it's almost 2AM and I'm still yapping about this freaking AU.

Asks are open for this AU^^ You can send asks with the very small chance I'll respond with doodles and the higher chance I'll respond with words. You can ask the character questions, and I'll respond in character, or just ask me directly. Idm either way, I'm not full on roleplaying though.

[karmaajr]

HEYO Y'ALL!!!! I got bored and decided my last intro post was WAY too unorganised (even by my standards frfr 😔😔🙏) so i made a new one!!! hopefully this ones a bit better or else ima light somebody on fire 🥰🥰

anyways dms n asks r ALWAYS open and if ur new to my person/being/blog/existancewhatevs and wanna get to know me or smth then FEEL FREE TO SLIDE IN GIRLYPOPS!!! I'M ALWAYS BORED SOO 😭😭🙏 (might take like, a billion years to reply tho mbmb >:3)

and thus again, without any further ado, MY INTRO POST 😍

🎶 try to strike a chord but it's probably A MINOR 🎶 -> ✨️im under 18✨️ idm nsfw convos tho bcuz theyre funny :D

sooo tbh you can call me whatever you want? like ppl call me different things (eg senka calls me kam, bea calls me keke/kekere bcuz shes 🎶a meanie, a big meanie🎶 my irl bestie westie pookie poo calls me jeena CUZ HES A LIL BITCH) but MHM!!! CALL ME WHATEVER U WANNA <33 (as long as it dont feel masc bcuz my dumbass got issues w feeling masc for some RANDOM STUPID REASON 💀) (like im literally a cis girl why do i got problems w this....... but YAAAA 😭) (she/her btw!!! if that wasnt obvious!! ^^)

✨️i am cringe but i am free✨️

I SOMETIMES USE GENDERED TERMS LIKE GIRLY/BRO/DUDE/ETC BUT I DON'T MEAN IT GENDERED SO IF YOU FEEL IFFY THEN DONT HESITATE TO HMU N TELL ME TO FIX UP MY SHIT

btw im a tad bit of train wreck but if u enjoy the chaos then we'll get along js fine i think pooks 😋😋

anyways it came to my shitty little attention span one day when i was just being a silly lil girly that some of yall think im white when i say im british....... CHAT NOOO IM BORN N RAISED IN THIS TEA RIDDEN COUNTRY BUT ETHNICITY WISE IM BANGLADESHI!??!?! YALL IM LITERALLY A BROWNIE OMFDS 🤧

also a lot of this blog is a bunch of reblogs of shit im interested in BUT I DO HAVE OG STUFFFFFF, THEY'RE JUST IN THEIR OWN TAGS U GET ME??? anyways some of the tags!!!

karmaajr rambles -> for everything i post besides answers to asks :3

karmaajr answers ig :D -> answers to asks ^^

important thing for me to tag bcuz yes -> random thing i really wanna save (also im bad at tagging so sometimes thing has an "s" or tag has an "s" lmfao, ITS A RLLY USELESS TAG TO TRY SCROLL THRU ICL.... RLLY DRY AS WELL)

karmas mum mentions :3 -> i like to think this one explains itself yall 😘

daddy's unhinged -> anything about my sweet ol' pops (who totes cares abt me yall) 🥰

my sister and I -> anything my sister is involved in that i actually remember to tag LMFAO

NOT MY ASS MENTIONING PANIK -> me wanting to save things that r to do w my gf 🫶

BTW HIS @ IS @panikbutt0n AND SHE'S MY MAPLE SYRUP CHUGGING 4LIFER AND LITERALLY THE BEST THING SINCE RIPPED BREAD AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH SO ACC HIT HER UP PLZ 🙏🙏🙏🙏

btw yall, ur homegirl aint no gatekeeper so the group matching pfp thingy is from @tuturthecarvroom 's blog (n they very skibidi sbg art btw so i do reccomend frfr) and mY HEADER IS OFF GOOGLE SEARCH 😍😍

ALSO I AM CURRENTLY MATCHING WITH THE SILLIEST GROUP EVER FRFR, GONNA TRY @ THEM ALL BUT IT'S HARDDD (my memory is the shittiest thing since That One Time my friend shit his trousers on call w me 💪💪💪)

@lee1504 -> BRAINROTTED KING 🙏🙏

@d011zk1ll -> both kind af and somewhat unhinged??? like both "do a good deed to make somebody else's life easier ☺️" AND "im gonna eat a bicycle :p"

@sketchingwithlyn -> JUST THE CHILLEST GUY EVERRRR!!!!

@rot-decay-erosion -> gramps 🧓🏻 (also known as the desendant of our king garfield 😙✨️)

@afrogwhocantdraw -> RESIDENT BENLOR POOKIE

@low-senka -> the brokest senior citezen youve ever met 💔💔💔💔 (yall need to donate to my guy 🥺🥺🥺)

(also the thing below had me stuck looking at it for literally AGES so hehehehehhehehe GET TRAPPED IDIOT!!!!!! >:3!!!!!)

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anyways i have no clue what else to write!!! which is weird bcuz im a yapper frfr :D

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[riiwrites]

Hellooo!! I have a request :3

Can I have Chuuya, Fyodor and Atsushi with a s/o that has like serious trauma but their aesthetic is just very cute and adorable? Think of kawaiikei aesthetic. They just love very cute things and use stuff like kaomojis

If this makes you uncomfortable I apologize! Take care!! ^^

𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓

a/n : hi! dw, idm writing this at all :) I also just wanna say i love writing atsushi sm he’s just so whkwjdnjw i have another request for him which i’ll be writing soon too so im excited 🥹

this includes : atsushi nakajima, chūya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky

genre : fluff mostly!!

warnings : mentions of trauma, nothing specific but just mentions of nightmares and traumatic pasts

wc : 637

— 𝐀tsushi 𝐍akajima

- atsushi 100% uses the kaomojis aswell

- no doubt about it.

- hell even half of your conversations with him are JUST the kaomojis.

- example :

- atsushi : “(●’◡’●)ﾉ”

- you : “(≧◡≦) ♡”

- atsushi : “♡´･ᴗ･`♡”

- you : “ฅ^•��•^ฅ <- its u!”

- you both are just the biggest cuties ever.

- but when he finds out about your past situations and what you’ve been through he’s very cautious on what he says or does.

- not like he’s walking on eggshells ofc, but he’s careful and gentle with his words without fail.

- if you were ever having nightmares about said traumatic past he’d 100% be right there in an instant to calm you down and help you sleep.

- he understands completely and is patient with you

- he just loves u vv much he thinks ur so precious bless

— 𝐂hūya 𝐍akahara

- chūya won’t ever admit it to other people

- but he’s genuinely just so in love with you

- it’s not that he’s embarrassed lmaoao he’d willingly show you off to anyone who asks or tries to go near you

- he just can’t let his mafia executive reputation go to ruin yknow 😔

- he’s such a big softie behind closed doors tho

- he loves your fashion sense

- when you first start dating and he figures out what kind of clothes you like to wear such as pastels n all he’s going to every shop he can find with such necessities!!

- all he wants to do is just spoil u!

- when he finds out about what you’ve been through, at first he’s angry. angry about the cause of what had happened and what you had been through, you of all people didn’t deserve that, not one bit.

- he’s more on guard when he’s out with you, holding you close and being delicate with his actions as he doesn’t want to trigger you

- he’ll comfort you if you’re ever having bad thoughts about it or just feeling really triggered

- he’ll have you placed on his lap with his fingers through your hair, gently whispering affirmations in your ear and kissing your cheek softly

- overall he just wants to protect u he loves u sm jbehwbs

— 𝐅yodor 𝐃ostoevsky

- he’s sort of like chūya when it comes to telling people he’s in love with you

- except he doesn’t even bother to hide it, he shows that he loves you through actions

- actions >> words (my saying (•̀ᴗ•́)و)

- wherever it’s him having you on his lap, him wrapping his arms around your waist

- he doesn’t care what people say, and if they do happen to say anything

- 😂😂😂😂😂😂 bold move. 😐

- anyways, he adores your style as much as chūya, giving you small kisses all over and complimenting your hair styles, colour palette, EVERYTHING!!!

- i cannot imagine fyodor with a working phone i feel like he’d type with one finger for each letter icl

- BUT you would teach him how to use kaomojis while texting

- he doesn’t..like them per say, just isn’t his cup of tea unfortunately

- he thinks it’s cute when u use them tho

- when it comes to him finding out about your past, he narrows his eyes and makes a whole PLAN on how to destroy whoever or whatever did this, dead or not he’s erasing everything.

- he’d start to be careful with his over affectionate expressions, afraid to hurt you

- he would also reassure you about certain things like if you were overthinking, panicking, having thoughts or all the above.

- “moya milaya, i promise you you’re safe here.”

- moya milaya = “my darling” i believe it means. if I’m wrong i apologise <3

[yourstrulyrika]

heyyy

how would leon (re2 or 4 idm) be when f!reader uses a safeword when theyre having sex? like how would he react towards her🙀

luv ya have a nice day

hey there!! sorry its a bit late :> its actually my first rq and im just skdndkdn!!! thank u!! course i can <3 luv you too! doing this while watching scary urbex videos because im lowkey bored & sick haha </3 i decided to pick re4 leon because he fits it more me thinks!

warnings: none besides a bit of roughness but then comfort so no worries! fem reader!

Leon was stressed. and what’s a better way to let your stress out if not on your girlfriend? he usually controls himself though.

But not today— he hasn’t even noticed he was being rough with you, overstimulating you to the point of tears and it actually being a bit painful to you. he just.. was too lost in his mind. gripping your hand so tight you thought he’s going to break you. he wasn’t even speaking that day because he was so frustrated with everything—

until you said the safe word.

he could be silent all the time, not saying a word, but the moment he hears you even whisper the safe word he stopped instantly. no questions asked, no complaints, nothing. he straight up stops moving, cupping your face in his hands and getting all soft on you. suddenly, all the frustration is gone and his thoughts are full of you.

“ ‘m sorry baby, got too ahead of myself, so sorry, thank you for telling me,”

he’s actually glad you told him. he’d feel horrible if you didn’t because he would realise this later on either way. he hates the idea of “using” you, he’s terrified of you thinking he uses you in situations like those. he doesn’t — you’re not some sort of toy for him.

he kisses your forehead, covering you whole with his sweet kisses that just melt your heart.

“should i stop?” he asks you, and if you say you want to keep going, he’ll keep going, but he’ll be so gentle, letting you control everything. he never wanted to hurt his precious girl on purpose, he just wants to make it up to you.

however, if you say you want to stop, he understands. he pulls out of you, instantly all over you again. he carries you to the bathroom and gives you a nice shared bath, one where he cuddles with you all the time. he’s still feeling guilty though, so he keeps apologizing time and time again, constantly thinking you just don’t want to make him worry and that’s why you’re accepting his apology so quick. he would never admit it though

after the bath, he gives you his shirt since he thinks you look cute in it, and carries you because let’s be honest, this man loves carrying you. he doesn’t believe in this “too heavy” bullshit, no way. he carries you like the princess you are! straight to the kitchen, making everything you want because he won’t let you lift a hand. later he just takes you to the bed, pulling you close and playing with your hair. you either watch something then or just talk or nap. either way, he’s there for you, even if you already forgave him <3

[danothan]

ik u already answered an ask abt absolute flash but when u read i am so curious as to ur thoughts abt what they did with barry....

personally, im in a mixed mind over it but i think im tilting towards heavily intrigued with the direction they are going

how dare you guys make me read more than i ever intend. first knight terrors, then last year’s flash run, now this. it’s like you’re trying to make me reach some annual quota 😒…

well it’s working, so i might as well do a full first impression (spoilers under cut)

nd/disability-coding + control issues, a speedster classic that i can’t get enough of 😚👌 also, iris is dead in this? :(

aww he wants to impress him. already loving the direction and body language of this art style

damn they rly just killed off every woman in this story before it even began huh. gotta find smth to bond over now that their connection thru iris is off the table

i love that he says this like it’s smth we can just skip past. is this going to be a whole commentary on superpowers = weapons? a contrast to how wally never wanted powers vs barry actively trying to achieve them?

reeeally enjoying the family mess in this so far. typical barry, sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. also interesting to see how quickly wally latched onto him, but ig your standard of boring has a higher margin when you’re living like this

barry going from being wally’s one guiding support to the incidental but inseparable cause of his anguish 🙂‍↕️ i don’t believe he’s Dead, but i’m hoping he haunts wally still

from this first issue, i’m not rly bothered w barry’s role in the story. i love his relationship w wally already, and it’s too early to have any strong feelings abt his involvement in the military. weird in general, but as an elseworld, it’s an interesting way to have barry directly in wally’s life. idm barry being a little fucked up, as a treat

characterization-wise, we’re getting a well-meaning but careless/impulsive vibe from barry in the way he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission when he sneaks wally into classified information and how he seems motivated by potential over risk. he exudes “casual but nervous,” which is how i like him lol. not a lot i can say abt wally since i don’t have much reference, but i rly rly love his internal voice and how animated his movements are. i kinda want him to have intrusive thoughts. he’s already got the obsessive overthinking down, what if it was worse

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

ik you just said about having 72 asks so im v sorry for sending this & take as long as u want to answer but.

how do you view mary's relationship with lily? (i mean platonically but if u want to talk romantically too idm)

maryyy macdonald my wife my love. mary loves lily. platonically, romantically, whichever way - she loves lily evans and she kind of hates it. for the first few years, when they're kids, she picks fights with lily alll the time and then makes her an "i'm sorry" card and then calls her ugly to her face and then they get matching best friend necklaces. mary's resentful about being lily's second option when her only competition is severus fucking snape meanwhile lily's her actual best friend even though mary has so many. mary hits puberty, matures quicker, starts dating quicker and she loves flaunting it to lily because lily has a crush on some older boy from the quidditch team and mary has a date with his younger brother (she says she'll put in a good word for her <- lie). she wants validation, basically, lily's validation, she wants lily to be possessive over her and show her affection and tell her she loves her casually like all the other girls do with their best friends (only lily does do that with her best friend). and then snily break up and lily has like two friends and one of them's her mom and one is mary and she puts all her love and dedication onto mary and her hurt and anger for severus also goes to mary and mary's relishinggg in attention but she's also pissed because why has she ever been lily's second choice? why was she ever below snape on how much she was liked? yeah it pisses her OFF she's opinionated and egoistical and angry and needs someone to placate her but lily is also opinionated and egoistical and angry and they get into a biggg screaming match and they fight fairly often so it's fine only mary's soo angry and brings up all the nasty things lily told her in confidence and then they have a very public fight where mary spreads rumours about lily and lily publicly crashes out on the daily. they make up before summer break that year with tears and snot and all but like yeah

TLDR lily is mary's first choice and mary finds that an insult to herself (also lily has mad (bad) taste in friends)

[starry-sophrosyne]

(non reblog post) ok but literally just thought of this, drabble of the after events of @pen--anon 's "always by your side"; not canonic, heavily inspired (no im not over the fic still why do you ask) :

VERY long post underneath the cut btw, it probably won't get as much recognition bc i cut it but idm, it's a bit too long (￣ ￣)

brent who DID in fact get sick from staying by sophist's side, now feverish and somewhat delirious. vern chastising him all the while sophist has gotten a bit better, atleast enough to stand up and move around a little. sophist approaching brent's bed side, forced to stay a little away for his own sake, as vern worries what will happen to his recovery if he does get sick. nick manages to get vern off his case, atleast for a little bit, earning him a small smile from sophist as he ushers vern out of the room, giving him his own lecture about taking care of himself. meanwhile?

sophist slowly caressing brent's cheek, which is squinted shut in a little bit of sickly agony. brent's eyes slowly fluttering open when he feels his touch, letting out a hoarse whisper of "sophist?.." while he sluggishly turns to face what he can only assume is sophist, albeit a humanoid blob in his eyes. brent closing his eyes again, head throbbing and dulling any complicated thoughts as he lethargically moves his arms, cupping his own hands around sophist's hand, all the while muttering words of delirium just a bit too softly for him to hear. sophist chuckling while moving just a bit closer to hear what brent's saying, only to freeze as he hears brent pleading for sophist to not leave him, a single tear falling from his closed eyes. sophist letting out a soft sigh of apology, but smiling softly as he continues to caress brent's cheek, with slow murmurs of how he's right by his side. his gaze softening even more when brent relaxes, as his brow unfurrows and gaze visibly relaxes at this reassurance. all the while, he keeps repeating the same thing over and over.

"don't go. don't leave me. stay, please."

nick coming over to change the compress resting on brent's forehead, noticing sophist's visibly worried expression towards brent. chastising him with "you're worried about brent when you almost died just a day ago? c'mon, he'll be fine, he's strong. you need to get some more rest, otherwise vern will scold you again for getting too close to brent."

nick noticing the soft smile that sophist gives him disappearing as he turns to look at brent again, guilt and worry evident in the glint of his eyes. nick pulling up a stool and sitting down next to sophist, resting his head on his shoulder.

"hey. he'll be alright. and so will you. we're all in this together, and nobody leaves anybody behind." chuckling, as he continues: "besides, he's definitely in love with you. i've never seen him that scared..." he paused, expression contorting as he struggled to find the right words, before continuing with a sigh: "... that scared to lose anything or.. anybody, well, since i've known him." nick pausing again, before finally finding the words he'd been trying to get at. "brent saying all this doesn't mean anything against you, it just goes to show how much he cares for you. you'll still be by his side. besides, he's sick right now. the bozo doesn't even know what he's saying."

sophist quietly smiling with genuine relief and relaxation for once, thanking nick before teasing him for the sappiness in his words that he struggled to get out. nick, exasperated, rolling his eyes but unable to stop a chuckle. silence returning to the air as nick rests his head back atop sophist's shoulder, and they both close their eyes. minutes later, vern showing up to check up on nick and the others just to see all 3 of the boys bundled up together, in an adorable sight that makes his heart melt. vern being careful not to make any sudden noises as he drapes a blanket over nick and sophist's shoulders, who are now both soundly asleep, with quiet snores filling the air. vern then pulling up a stool and lowering himself to the ground to prop his head and arms up on the stool, as he joins them for the night.

when they all finally wake up, groans fill the air of different amounts of back pain and stiffness. all the while, brent laughs, his fever having gone down significantly. quietly, he turns to look at sophist, pressing his hand to his cheek one more time in quiet recognition. sophist noticing this and giving him a soft smile before going off to stretch, as vern tiredly yawns about his necessity to check up on both sophist and brent again. nick making fun of him again for caring about the two more than himself, and while they start a little unserious argument, sophist can't help but laugh. nick was right about last night, they will always be together. not just him and brent, but all four of them. they're all destined to remain buddies and partners, through thick and thin, no matter what struggles the world throws at them. they will face them all together, as a group.

[vaguesxrrow]

can you PLEASE do a fic of different times the avengers find out something new about natasha. IK ITS REALLY RANDOM but i saw a prompt on PINTEREST. PINTEREST. AGES AGO and i cannot stop thinking about it. like it could be whilst shes drunk and doesnt stop talkin about secrets about herself she wouldnt usually say or like she'd tell them about the most concerning things ever happening to her in the red room and smile n shrug or smth. IDM ANY SHIPS so u can choose (or just none x). THIS IS REALLY RANDOM but THANK YOU if u actually end up writing this.

first marvel fic !! so glad it's a nat centric one bc i love her sm. that being said, i dont want to minimise how traumatic the red room was for her so im considering writing a p2 to this where she talks about it properly..

drunk natasha - blackhill

a/n: this is in the pov of tony, but there is maria/nat at the end. also all the avengers are there but sadly not all of then have dialogue :((

cws: talk of the red room (although unexplicit, pls be wary!)

wc: 492

tony probably shouldn't have spiked the booze.

how do you spike booze, you might be asking? well, if anyone asked, he would give a vague response like, "you can spike anything if you put your mind to it." if natasha romanoff - the person who had arguably been the most affected by it - asked, he would run away to save his life.

anyway, he probably shouldn't have spiked the booze, because now natasha - the person (excluding thor, steve, and bucky, because they had a biological advantage) with the highest alchohol tolerance of them all was tipsy, and rambling.

it was definitely a sight to behold.

"what booze is this?" natasha asked, for the third time that night. her russian accent was more prominent now that she was intoxicated. "oh! my favourite. when i was in the red room, one of my targets had this brand, and i... i poisoned it." her voice lowered to a whisper, and she giggled conspirationally.

tony, along with the other 5 avengers, froze. natasha had never talked about her time in the red room before, and he wasn't sure if she even wanted to now, or if it was the vodka making her loose-lipped.

bruce, who was the only one still semi-sober, began to protest. "nat, maybe you should-"

"it's fiiine, brucie." she waved him off, leaning into the cushioned couch. suddenly, she perked back up. "oh! another funny story, when i was out on a mission with another girl, we got drunk. i- i kissed her, and... it was on purpose, that time. before, we would have to kiss and stuff as part of the act, but with lyubov i wanted it."

"and stuff?" clint noted with concern. the archer had been the first to down 2 consecutive drinks, and also the first to lead a game of drunk pictionary, but now he seemed dead serious.

tony was 90% drunk himself, but even he was beginning to get worried about nat.

natasha smiled demurely, seemingly oblivious.

"how old were you?" tony blurted.

she thought about it for a while. "fourteen.” she began singing. “you just don't step inside to, to fourteen years. ha. that song was playing earlier." she made finger guns, pretending to shoot at tony while grinning. "guns n roses."

suddenly (and thankfully) maria walked in. natasha immediately greeted her girlfriend, demanding a kiss. maria complied, although it was chaste, and pulled away when nat tried to deepen it.

"what did you boys do to my girlfriend?" maria asked. "stark, i'm talking to you."

tony cringed. "i may have.. spiked the booze."

she narrowed her eyes. tony was prepared to kiss life goodbye then and there, but natasha sat up and hugged maria, awkwardly given their position. she looked down softly at her girlfriend, before giving tony another glare.

"i'm taking her back to our room," maria announced. "and i am never leaving her alone with you lot ever again."

“that's fair,” echoed steve softly.

[canine-economy]

Your legion designs EAT. I got into them like late 2024 and have been starved for content. Love those weird freaks and 100% agree of their horror being stuck as their worst teenage selves in a codependent friend group both getting the ‘immortality’ they were vying for but also losing their potential to be more like they feared

thank you so much!! im honestly really blown away that ppl are actually interacting with the post and that we have new legion fans still coming in!! honestly it's really exciting to hear and I'm really thankful you took the time to leave a message :] hopefully I can keep making more content for you and for the rest of the legion fans still kicking around <3 idm if people leave me ideas in my ask box so long as they understand I likely wont get to all of them.

YESS you get it! ESPECIALLY with the last part and knowing how desperate julie in particular was not to be swallowed up into the obsolete and unremarkable only for your playing ground to shift to an isolated space with a bunch of grown horror icons and you're still your codependent never-aging friend group...not even allowed to be in a trial together, effectively throwing a wrench into your whole "we are legion, we are many, we act as one and coordinate together" plan. i can't imagine the frustration, coming right after committing your first serious kill in the real world. and if you don't get along with your tumultuous high school friend group you're alone forever? no identity outside of legion, now? immortal, but not on your own terms with the height of your angst preyed on by god forever? the horror and heartbreak writes itself I'm nodding enthusiastically.

(also heres a 10 second itty bitty susie to say thank you, anon!!)