#but if you want sth ask again

[nova-rpv]

i got this ask by someone some time ago that i made a post about and sent to queue, and now its gone for some reason :)))) im so fucking mad jesus christ. i dont remember who submited the ask (if ur reading this, thank u so much!!!), but they requested me to draw venice the mink, silver's early desing(s)

this was the reference they sent:

i didnt know about him until this ask, which is trully unacceptable. i apologize. this lil man is so meanie weanie looking i luv he <<33

[yujeong]

back again because another prompt came to me: I love the idea of vegas making pete confront his "nonpersonhood" by either fucking in front of a mirror, or vegas making pete verbalize every little thing he wants vegas to do. very much forcing pete to be present and say what he wants and needs. (in a healthy way)

Hello anon! My sincere apologies for not having answered this in so long, but I didn't have the proper brainworms for it. Also, apologies for answering the second one you sent me first, but I got inspired for this prompt today, so I decided to work on it. Hope you enjoy ❤️ CW: Bondage, Handjob ----------------------------------------------------------------------- There's a man in the mirror. Pete doesn't recognize him. He's tied up—wrists bound by rope, legs spread out on the large bed he and Vegas sleep in every night. His hair is a mess. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is hanging open. His chest is heaving. He's completely naked; his cock is leaking precum on his stomach. The man in the mirror looks aroused, but uncomfortable. Lost. Out of his depth. But why? He's been in this situation plenty of times before. The position, the anticipation, the ache, it all feels familiar, and yet... "Pete." Vegas is standing next to the bed, his voice syrupy sweet. Pete turns to look at him. A good distraction; he tries to reach him, to lean closer for a kiss. Vegas grabs his face before he does. "No," he says, his smile replaced by a frown. "Not until you look." There's a man in the mirror. Pete doesn't know who he is. His breathing has grown heavier. He looks flustered; his bangs are glued on his forehead, sweat travels down his neck. He barely moves as he's stuck there, staring at someone who seems familiar, but isn't. He shouldn't be. "Look at you," Vegas whispers in Pete's ear. Pete can't understand what he means, but a shiver travels down his spine regardless. And then Vegas licks Pete's earlobe and it feels like a punch to the gut. His body reacts on its own, his voice too. It sounds like a moan, but Pete is too out of it to hear. His eyes are stuck on the man in the mirror, on the horror crossing his expression, on the realization that renders him breathless and aching. He probably started crying at some point, because Vegas is suddenly shushing him and caressing his hair and kissing him everywhere. It feels horrible. Pete hasn't felt this good in ages. Vegas doesn't waste any more time after that. He uses his hand to make Pete come and it feels exhilarating and like Pete is going to die, but he doesn't. A scream escapes his lips when the orgasm comes. It surprises him; it's never happened before. He calms down eventually. Vegas is there to take care of him, to remind him. He was staring at his reflection the entire time.

[larabar]

quick random poll because this has been bugging me since frontiers came out

cutscene in question -> X

[max-nico]

favorite hangout spots for tails and friends? 💕

Hello !!! I will do this ask but please be more specific in the future ! Who is "and friends"? Lmao. Anyway, here's some headcanons for "hangout spots" surrounding team Sonic !

This one kinda got away from me a little so sorry about that

Sonic is a hedgehog who enjoys a nice view, plus his little brother can fly, and his other one lives on a floating rock, so I think he generally prefers to relax somewhere high up. Sometimes that means a tall tree, sometimes a roof, sometimes a cliff, just somewhere with fresh air and beautiful nature. Also, in the early days of his and Amy's friendship, I can definitely see him running up a tree to hide from her for a little bit

Tails grew up in the wilderness("grew up" is a strong word for being 8 but still), before and after he met Sonic. So you would really think he would take more comfort in it, but I think his preferred place is inside with his inventions. Somewhere he can tinker with ease to his heart's content, where he knows he can be useful no problem. I do think he enjoys the fresh air tho, and normally has his garage door or window open, depending where he's working

But Tails also understands his older brother(s) prefers to be outdoors. He can compromise by burrowing underground or squishing close to a big shady tree, but it's hard to work with ever changing weather, other Mobians around, and animals or flickies or Chao in the vicinity. There's a lot of uncontrollable variables that he just doesn't like.

Sonic also understands that his little bro just prefers the indoors, so he compromises by coming to visit often, but spending most of his time living fast. Being inside for too long makes him stir crazy, so it's hard for him to empathize with Tails, but he respects his preference anyway.

Knuckles absolutely prefers outdoors. Unlike Sonic, he won't go half feral if he's inside for too long, but he definitely starts to get irritated. He rises with the sun, sleeps with the moon, and talks to the stars. Being inside, even if he's surrounded by nature, can make him homesick in a matter of hours.

I do imagine Knuckles wanting a "base" of sorts to come back to. Sonic prefers to just go wherever the wind takes him, but at the end of the day Knuckles wants somewhere to return to. To Sonic, the world is a giant park, and he wants to start playing. Knuckles sees it more as a house party of sorts, where at the end, he's excited to settle down and take it easy. He and Tails have that in common.

Together, they do enjoy sleeping under the stars. It's easy for them to take it easy when they're all close. They all have each other's backs and trust each other with their lives and more, they'll hangout anywhere as long as they can be together for a few more days, hours, minutes, seconds. For just a little more time

They're a family your honor

Knuckles and Sonic probably like empty fields when they hangout together so they can spar to their hearts content though lol, brothers will be brothers

[visions--of--collisions]

For @its-just-a-glitch who asked for 3(E):

Congrats friend, you landed on the Pink Suit Filth (heed the rating, I am so serious.)

EXCERPT: but you're gonna need some help (outta those) (Spiderverse, Hobie/Miles, Rated E, Post-Canon)

They're halfway up a wall, sticking, letting gravity do some of the work, when Miles makes the most punched-out noise Hobie's ever heard and throws down a web that tethers them to the floor below. It drags Miles' weight impossibly closer, by centimetres that feel like kilometres around his prick; Hobie's head falls back like his neck's clean broken. When he remembers how to breathe again, he laughs shakily, grinding up and up and in. Miles' open mouth ticks up at the corners. He's using the one arm he's managed to free from the sweater to leverage himself into it, his chest and belly heaving, cock stiff and drooling all over the both of them. The way he groans, long and low-

Hobie yanks at the sweater's high collar with his teeth, nuzzlng past the fabric until he can get at Miles' neck. The skin underneath is over-warm and tacky with sweat, and now with his own shaking breaths; Hobie does his very best to worsen the situation with the lathe of his tongue, with the slide of his teeth, with long pulls of his mouth that make Miles arch awkwardly and interrupt his rhythm.

'Fuck,' he gasps, and Hobie has to bite him, just a little bit. 'A-ah!' 

'I got you,' he says, nosing his way toward Miles' temple, trying for soothing and probably just sounding ruined. He gets a hand into the scant space between them, where Miles' dick is so wet he has to snag it on the skin between his thumb and his index finger before he can get a decent grip on it. Hobie pants a bit when Miles rolls his hips back and forward and back again, like it's almost too much for him. He's whining, a little; he always makes the sweetest noises when he's getting his cock touched, it makes Hobie want to choke on it.

It’s so good inside of him, though. It might be everything.

Licking his way into Miles' mouth feels like closing a circuit; like trapping the heat in so it has nowhere to go. Miles huffs against him, breathing through his nose, jerking when Hobie fucks him slow and hard enough that they both shake with it. His web is the only reason they're not inching higher up the wall. Hobie can feel his brow furrowing, his jaw going lax as the sweet ache in his gut gets sweeter. Someone - he's not sure which, of the two of them - makes a pleading noise that gets swallowed up when Hobie redoubles his efforts to drub them into one. He curves his spine until there's friction everywhere between them, every time they move, thumbing drunkenly through the precome leaking from the wet, swollen head of Miles' cock with the hand trapped between them.

He's on the back end of a thrust, dragging his prick out the scant few inches he can stand when Miles' leg jerks. Hobie squeezes his eyes open as Miles locks up in his arms, but he can only just see his face because Miles is arching forward - shoulders curling, stomach tensing up, eyebrows furrowed with the feeling as he keens into Hobie’s open mouth. He comes messily between them, on the fingers wrapped around his cock, on his Suit, on the underside of Hobie’s chin. Hobie’s awareness narrows down to the scant few inches between it and their mouths, and he thinks about feeding it back to him.

It’s an inspiring thought. Miles is still twitching around him when the orgasm wrings an exultant noise out of Hobie’s chest. It’s slow and sticky-sweet, scouring; his hips jerk rabbit-quick in an attempt to chase the feeling. Miles grunts when he hits something that’s probably a bit too sensitive for such enthusiastic treatment at this point. He leans back to try to catch his breath but lets Hobie keep him close while he rides it out, mouthing at the pulse thrumming under Miles' jaw and rocking into him with shallow thrusts. The wet sound of it makes him bite his lip, as gravity’s effect takes hold.

[TBC]

[loumauve]

printed-out private fanfic collections my beloved

[the-travelling-witch]

TWST Ask Game!!

2. Who is on your homescreen?

8. Is there any character who seems to follow you (i.e. they always seem to pop up when you're trying to summon someone else)?

24. Which character(s) would you get along with the most?

oooohh thank you so much for the ask!!

2. who is on your homescreen?

it’s this stray cat that keeps showing up at my house

(i was about to take a screenshot of my homescreen but today’s ortho’s birthday, so i had to use a slightly dated one but it’s still like this jshsh)

8. is there any character who seems to follow you (i.e. they always seem to pop up when you're trying to summon someone else)?

this one is completely out of character, but it’s vil!! i have three vil ssr cards and literally only pulled for one of them intentionally (not that i’m complaining ofc, i love him)

i pulled for his birthday bloom ofc but dorm uniform came home when i went for beans floyd (right after pulling beans rook… i see you) and when i was pulling for halloween jade he made me go to 97 pity i spent three more keys and got vampire vil for my 100 key guaranteed

this worked out really well for me though bc my earliest ssrs were dorm leona and beans floyd who both have duo magic with vil (and dorm vil has his duo with leona), and they’ve established themselves as my go-to-squad

24. which character(s) would you get along with the most?

hmm that’s an interesting question and i don’t have a definitive answer for it, since i think it really depends on how i’d meet them; i think i’m the kind of person that can easily bounce off other people’s energy, even if i’m more introverted by nature, so i can be totally chill or super unhinged depending on what the other person is giving (they just have to approach me first though i’m getting better at going up to people)

ace & deuce are like your typical friend duo, they’d bully you to hell and back but if someone else would talk negatively about you or you’d find yourself in a bind they’d have your back. i can vibe with that, though when they’re about to do sth dumb, i’m wishing them good luck getting expelled while i stay home and drink coffee

trey would probably see more of me when i ask to use heartslabyul’s kitchen and i think he’s easy to get along with. sure he has a mischievous side but i can handle and reciprocate that

everyone gets along with kalim right? like in general the pop music club seem like so much fun, though they might burn through my social battery very fast

i’d try to learn as much from vil as i can and i think (or i hope) he can respect that. my personal hc is that, when whisked away from my life here without any hair and skin care products, i’d immediately turn to him and he’d help bc he sees someone who genuinely wants to improve (“pls help, i don’t know any of these ingredients and our skincare doesn’t have magic in it and also my phone is dead” energy)

ortho is cheery and outgoing enough to strike up a conversation, which immediately increases the chances of befriending each other + he’s just so cute, i’d get along with him well (especially when talking about video games)

i think silver is easy enough to get along with too, sure he nods off and has a resting bitch face but he’s a gentleman at heart and his personality doesn’t have too many edges to get cut on

honourable mention for jade bc i’d tag along on his hikes once to have some feeling of normality and i suddenly find myself in the graces of an unlikely friendship

me, a writer: hypothetically speaking, how long would it take someone to bleed out from a bite wound like that?

jade, smiling as usual: well that entirely depends on where the wound is and what organs or veins it punctures

(floyd, popping his head in: i can find out an exact time for you)

i want to befriend all of them ofc since my days would never be boring again but i understand that realistically i would not walk up to leona to start a conversation and i know that ruggie would only be interested in stealing my wallet (that only has money he can’t use). i’d develop a crush on jamil and the chances of us talking to each other drop below 0

twst ask game

[thoughtfulseason]

so coach is not going to the tournament but we’re going us three girls, one is not really my person but she wants to try for the first time, other is my friend who i managed to convince (she’s the best of us three but not by much, i’m in the middle). good thing is i don’t have to drive two hours cause my friend’s dad will drive us so phew and it should be fun i think. even without the funnest person i know (coach)

[hiddenbeks]

i've been thinking about what andrale and celyn are doing and whether they're even alive during veilguard and i think i've finally figured it out.. i don't think andrale would leave to seek a cure for the taint. she struggled against her fate for so long and was incredibly bitter about being conscripted but eventually made peace with it. she cheated death once thanks to morrigan but knows her days are numbered nevertheless and decides to value whatever time the ritual gave her. after the events of awakening she remains the warden-commander but since the blight is over she isn't needed on active duty. so she often leaves vigil's keep to travel or to stay with her clan or whatever but always comes back to ensure the wardens are well and to help train recruits and all that. leaving everyone and everything behind to go on an expedition in the far west searching for a cure that may or may not exist would go against all her development i think. when her calling comes she will go peacefully knowing she lived a meaningful life and made the most of what time she had :) i think she will be somewhat relieved as well. even though she learns to enjoy life again she will always carry the horrors of the blight with her and it will never be the same and she would never be the same even if she was cured. she is a warden and a warden's end is the only end for her!

celyn on the other hand. she is never satisfied she always wants more. she's very eager to join the wardens despite andrale's warnings that the joining could be fatal and that even if she survives being a warden is essentially a slow death. celyn is like yea whatever it beats going back to the circle so she chugs the darkspawn blood, survives, and joins the wardens. at some point andrale assigns celyn to assist avernus with his research and has her take over after avernus passes away. the reality of being a grey warden soon hits celyn and she reallyyyyy doesn't want to die an early death after finally getting out of the circle. so she pores over avernus' writings and figures out how to slow the decay of her body with blood magic the way he had. but it's not enough because even avernus succumbed to the taint eventally. and celyn doesn't want that for herself. where andrale is focused on what is celyn is more interested in what could be... and the taint could be cured maybe... so celyn is the one who decides to take things even further. she is determined to prolong her lifespan by any means and willing to risk everything for the chance to permanently cure the taint!!

[set-phasers-to-whump]

Day 18: Ache

whumpee: sonny carisi

fandom: law and order svu

hi! this fic is for @pauletteandrea28 i am so sorry it took like four months but i hope you enjoy it!!! it's set around s17 but nothing specific.

He aches. He’d thought, yesterday, afterwards, that he’d be fine. A little bruised, maybe. Nothing more. But now he’s sitting at his desk, looking into a construction company that’s looking more and more like a front for sex trafficking, and he feels like he can barely breathe. 

He’s angry with himself for letting it happen. He’d been stupid. Chasing a highly dangerous man down a back alley with no backup, not even a call to his team to let them know what he was doing. 

He’d paid for it - a dumpster shoved his way out of nowhere, pinning him to a brick wall, knocking all the air out of his lungs and sitting against him, heavy on his chest. 

Their man had gotten away, obviously. Because of him. By the time he’d freed himself from his rusty metal prison, the guy was nowhere to be seen. And Sonny had had to tell his team that he had lost their perp. 

He hadn’t told them about the dumpster, of course. It’s bad enough to be responsible for a dangerous man still being on the streets. He doesn’t need the extra embarrassment. 

“Carisi! You coming?” 

He looks up from his computer at the sound of Rollins’ voice. She, Fin, and Liv are standing by the elevator, and it’s clear he’s missed something. 

Not that he’s going to let them know. 

“Comin’,” he says, and stands up. His chest twinges, and he forces himself not to grimace, to just breathe (never mind that that hurts, too). He’s gonna have to go to the ER after work tonight. He’s pretty sure his ribs are bruised, if not broken. 

“Are you alright, Carisi?” This is Liv, as they’re getting into the elevator. Maybe he hadn’t done as good a job of hiding his reaction as he’d thought. 

Fin saves him. “Course he’s alright.” He puts up his hands like a boxer, throws a playful fake punch at Sonny’s chest. It barely even connects, but it hurts. 

He hisses in a breath, which hurts too. He bites his lip, stifles a groan, closes his eyes when they start to water. 

“Hey.” Fin’s voice is still playful, but it’s careful too. “What’s wrong with you?”

Sonny opens his eyes, blinks a few times. God, it hurts. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want them to know. 

He feels his face heat up, the way it does when he’s embarrassed or upset. He’s both now, and he hates it. 

Rollins’ hand is on his arm. “C’mon, look at me. What’s wrong?”

He opens his mouth to say something but the words won’t come. The sharp pain is receding, turning into a more pronounced version of the ache that’s been enveloping his chest since yesterday.

It’s not even that bad. But it still fucking hurts. 

“Are you hurt?” This is Liv. The elevator has stopped, but no one moves. 

Sonny can’t bring himself to lie to her, but he doesn’t want to tell the truth either. He settles for a shrug, for stepping off of the elevator. 

The three others follow, naturally. They don’t let him get out of the front door, shepherding him to a relatively secluded part of the lobby and then pouncing on him. 

“You need to tell us what’s going on, right now.” Rollins is all business, but there’s concern underneath. He doesn’t deserve it. Not for this. 

“I’m fine.” He is, relatively speaking. It’s not a complete lie. It’s not like he’s bleeding. It’s not like he’s concussed. He can still do the job. He just wishes it didn’t hurt so much. 

“You’re not.” Fin says it like fact. 

Sonny hates that he’s right. 

“It’s nothin’, really. No reason to be concerned.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” Liv says. “What happened?” The question is gentle, but firm. 

There’s no getting out of it now. 

“Yesterday, when…when I let that guy get away. He shoved a dumpster at me, got me in the chest. Stupid, I know.” He says it quickly, not quite meeting her eyes. 

“Not your fault,” Fin says. “Busted ribs?”

Sonny shrugs, which hurts. “I dunno. Maybe.”

“How bad’s the bruising?” Rollins asks. 

It had been bad enough this morning, a harsh line of purple across his entire chest and scattered splotches beneath that. “It’s not so bad,” he says, because it definitely could be worse. 

“Can I take a look?” Liv asks. He knows she wouldn’t press if he said no, but he isn’t going to deny her request. Anyway, they’re not angry with him. And none of them had laughed when he’d told them what happened. They’re not looking at him weird. They’re just worried. He can deal with that, even if it’s not something he really deserves. 

“Yeah, okay.” He turns his back to the rest of the room, tosses his tie over his shoulder, untucks and lifts up his shirt to reveal the bruising. 

“Jesus,” Rollins says, and Sonny looks down. His view is slightly hampered by his shirt and hands, but - it’s pretty bad. The bruising has darkened and spread since this morning. Seeing it makes the ache in his chest redouble, and he quickly releases his shirt, tucking it back in. 

“You’re going to the ER,” says Liv. 

“I will.”

“Now.”

“I can go after -”

“You’re going now.”

“But -”

Liv shakes her head, cutting him off. “No buts, Carisi. Go now. Take care of yourself.”

She’s firm, but she’s not mad. He doesn’t have a reason to say no, beyond his own stubbornness and sense of pride. 

And so he gives in. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” He raises his hands in mock surrender (which, like every other action, hurts) and goes outside to catch a cab to the nearest emergency room.

thanks for reading! the ending is a bit wonky but that is par for the course by now. hope you liked it!

[as-rare-as-trees]

Repost of a Wang Yibo in watercolor I did in 2020 taking ispiration from my favourite photoshoot of his

[rpfisfine]

ur more fujoshi than bi

ur more of a loser who sends ppl weirdly presumptuous and childish things concerning their sexualities on anon than someone whose opinion i actually care abt

[charlie-rulerofhell]

hi sorry can I ask a question about your tags on the last post? you mentioned "rowling's rage fit about lotl" and I haven't seen anything about that, what happened? totally ok if you don't want to talk about that anymore ofc <3

Hey anon! Thank you for asking and sorry for the somewhat late reply. You might have seen it yourself by now, if not I made a post about it here where I included three screenshots of her tweets.

Since I don‘t really enjoy giving myself the headache to check Rowling‘s twitter page very often, I only found out about it through German newspapers (some of them didn‘t get her sarcasm though, so yeah, for some people in Germany she will have the reputation of liking gender-queer Goth-Metal now, which is kinda funny because it would totally annoy her :D).

Basically she dedicated around 10 sarcastic tweets to them, more than to any of the other contestants. Some of them may make it seem like she actually liked the performance, but knowing her stance about gender queerness and also seeing some of her replies to other users make it clear that her words were only mocking. So it wasn‘t really a 'rage fit' (kinda exaggerated there for stylistic purposes, sorry :D), but given the amount of attention she spent on Lotl, just seeing male-presenting people freely expressing their gender identity must have really made her blood boil.

One more thing that I cannot stress enough: Don‘t look (too much) on social media these days, such as the replies to Rowling‘s tweets, but also the comment section under Lotl‘s performance. There is so much triggering homo- and especially transphobia there, it‘s bizarre. Just know that whatever you feel, however you want to express yourself, you are not alone.

[lesamis]

have you watched the second season of shadow and bone? what are your thoughts?

oof, anon, i hope (and honestly kind of expect) that my opinion on this isn't given any weight at all. i'm genuinely not invested enough in the books or the show or the fandom to really have the right to voice much of an Opinion, but i did watch season 2! it made me feel a million different ways, but mostly it didn't make me feel anything, which still bothers me.

there's a special kind of frustration to watching something that you're convinced has the necessary ingredients for a good show, but simply doesn't land with you. i talked my long-suffering friend's ear off trying to figure out what that was as we were watching. what i ended up understanding is that if a studio wants to target as broad an audience as possible with an adaptation, they have literally no incentive to prioritize depth over breadth. combining two fundamentally different book series - both of which come with very large character casts and a ton of plot baggage! - was always going to be a bad choice from a storytelling perspective. the second season kind of drove home to me just how far they were taking the commitment to trying to preserve every storybeat despite having a cast far too large to do heavier plotlines justice, and having a timeline that doesn't accommodate some of the slower developments that made emotional beats land in the books.

what you end up with is a very well-designed (oh the embroidery!) and well-cast (daisy head emmy when!) show that dips into complex and worthwhile characters in the most shallow way possible. inej has one of the most horrific backstories in canon, and the lynchpin of her trauma is taken off the playing field in the blink of an eye to advance a different storyline. a character arc like hers, or genya's, deserves space and resonance. if you got up to get a drink twice throughout the show at the wrong moment, you could have literally missed the resolution of both, that's how little space they take up. given how good these actors' performances are, and how much affection there clearly is among the cast and crew for the project, the lack of substance in the storylines you can actually see in the show makes me feel a bit jaded and cynical.

very sorry to go off on a tangent there, anon! i'm not sure i gave you a very uplifting answer. the blowing-out-of-proportion of adaptations for the sake of hedging every possible bet was a sore point for me in the rings of power last year as well, so consider all of the above as a personal shortcoming much more than like, an Intelligent Critical Assessment :')

[honeyrisuke]

also if i see one more fucking post saying "in northern europe you are unlikely to be offered food" and this claim is SOLELY based on american cultural understandings i'm gonna turn that fucking wording around on yall real quick

bc i think its horribly fucking rude to already be invited to someones house, then not communicate what you want AT ALL and just EXPECT to be able to stay over for as long as you want without pissing off after what you met up to do is over and also expect to be catered to exactly how you want and like it, all without even saying a goddamn word. it gives "Karen"

[adore-gregor]

my perception of grades totally changed since i started uni