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[starrynightsxo]

I just wanna say tysm for all my followers and mutuals who keep this blog going when I randomly forget to update and then comeback on to see liked and reblogs... I LOVE YOU ALL

A special thanks to my interactive moots (you know who you are) YOU ARE THE STARS IN THE SKY AND, to speak in cardan's fashion, have won my heart and though even now it is a shabby, worm-eaten, scabrous thing... it is yours.

[blondiest]

unknown caller (rating: explicit)

category: F/F | words: 3,300 | pairing: mello/near

for @dnkinktober day 11 (praise kink) and day 13 (phone sex)

summary:

“What are you wearing?” Near’s brow furrows in confusion. “What I always have worn.” “Mm. It’s summer, so— linen, right?” “Correct.” She wonders, then, if Mello asked the question to prompt Near to ask the same in return. Sometimes people do that. This is something she has learned since Mello left. “What are you wearing?” Near asks politely. “I am wearing,” Mello says, breathy, “black lace. It’s this— this fucking expensive set, you know— nice lingerie. I look good in it.” The description is extremely vague. Near does not know what nice lingerie looks like— she wears the same kind of cotton boyshort underwear every single day and a soft, thin bra. She also does not, honestly, know what Mello’s aim is in telling her this. It seems unlikely that she would call for the first time in five years to gloat about her finery, so there must be some kind of purpose to it, she just— “I’m touching myself,” Mello announces. Near drops the phone.

[clownfessionsofficial]

As a non-ace person, yall acephobes are annoying. People are allowed to make jokes based off their own personal experience. Why do you care so much? Find something real to complain about. It shouldn't be that hard considering the society we currently live in.

i luv ace ppl. u got me i guess :D

[terrablogz]

Surfin’ USA 🌊😎🤙🏻🏄‍♀️

[jkvjimin]

forever with them ♡

[dotted-clouds]

Replaced.

[bobeaubow]

ROCK VIVA !!

which viva next ?

[maybanc]

3x03 // 3x04 // 3x09

[haine-kleine]

anyway. the ending was like That because it was Izuku's hero academia. it was his story told from his point of view and it concluded all the plot points he was concerned with, like his relationship with Bakugou, Allmight, the public's opinion on the heroes, what the new generation of heroes is going to be like, how Shouto is perceived by the public, Izuku's general relationship with his former classmates and Aizawa.

he never really cared about Shigaraki outside of their brief confrontation. he didn't really know Shigaraki as a person, and nor was he interested in getting to know him, even when he got the chance to peek into his past, Nana and Allmight had more reason to be interested in who Shigaraki the person was. to Izuku, Shigaraki started as a terrifying villain and ended as a crying boy he was unable to save. this is why, as he joins the rest of his classmates and becomes a pro hero, he imagines the ghost of Shigaraki looking over him, haunting him, reminding him of his failure but also inspiring him to try harder and 'keep reaching out'.

The villains were the ones concerned with their stories. Spinner wrote that book by himself, as Izuku's notes are being written at the point the book has already been published. Izuku never mentions any contents of that book nor Spinner or Mister Compress. Because they do not belong in his story, not really.

They belong with each other, in the League of Villains, as they have proven time and time again how important they are to each other and how far they are willing to go to protect their own. Shigaraki's thoughts before Izuku had killed him were all about the League. Kurogiri's last act was trying to save Shigaraki from AFO and the heroes. What kept Spinner's spirit from crumbling after losing everyone he had cared about was his burning desire to tell their story to others, to let their stories be heard. Touya finds no solace despite getting everything he had ever wanted from his family and being reunited with them - because his place was in the League of villains, the place where he was accepted just as he was, unconditionally.

the conflict of heroes versus the villains led to nothing but devastation and destruction for the villains. even those who were heard out and validated by the other party ended up becoming victims, or martyrs.

after that experience, after having a whole crowd of pro heroes, the people who made it their lives career to save others witness his destruction by the man who stole his body from him and by the boy who swore to save him, why would Shigaraki be interested in keeping in contact with these people, had he survived? why would Kurogiri go out of his way to let Shirakumo's friends know he had survived their students attempt to take his life and the life of the boy he wanted to save, all because they couldn't accept his affection for that boy outweighing their long gone friendship? why would Toga, when the reporters and the heroes saw her body after starting to transfuse all of her blood to Ochako and not even bothered to pick it up, to save her life or even to bury her?

here is how it went: Kurogiri did end up successfully saving Shigaraki, the fact going unnoticed by the heroes because both of their bodies were crumbling. he had also taken Toga, which is why her body wasn't picked up together with Ochako (and why Ochako doesn't have any memories of Toga's dead body, only of her final words to her). and then Kurogiri teleported them far away, where they healed and started planning how to get the remaining three LOV members back, while they are still alive.

they broke Spinner and Compress out of the prisons. In memory of Twice, Hawks had covered it up, as long as they don't resurface as villains.

Shigaraki and Toga had considered letting Touya stay together with his family, up until the news of Endeavor's disgraced villain son being on his deathbed got out. On the very next day, Shigaraki broke the tank Touya was residing in to pieces. Enji and his sidekicks had covered his eldest going missing by holding a funeral ceremony for him (the second one, this time knowing full well it's a fake funeral). Shouto was enraged with his father's decision and Enji used Shouto's just starting pro hero career as an excuse, don't you want to have a clean start, without the weight of mine and Touya's crimes weighting you down? It's not like Shouto has a choice in the matter, just as when he was a kid. The family wonders about the missing one's fate. Sometimes, Shouto gets messages from unknown numbers. He doesn't share them with anyone, except for Natsuo, who is still devastated about not using his one last chance to reconcile with the brother he had been so sorely missing for 8 years.

The ghosts of Toga, Shigaraki and Dabi live on, haunting the heroes who failed to save them. Himiko, Tenko and Touya also live on. They are very different from these ghosts.

[aniraklova]

THE PITT

A decaying industrial wasteland

[blondiest]

just saw a bra i own in a gifset for the fall of usher... am i fancey... am i fashionable...

[luhman16]

Huh I should draw Yi and his friend Kuafu! Surely drawing them as FRIENDS won't awaken anything in me right, right guys...

Humm they might be more than friends now....,,,,,,,.........

[shaadowmilkcookie]

Hiiii for all the lovely lovey people who followed me after that dimentio post: RUN. RUN WHILE YOU CAN. this is a blog entirely dedicated to the ugliest blue man from a game about RUNNING COOKIES. and i may or may not draw dimentio again to make them kiss—I MEAN WHAT. WHO SAID THAT. i may draw him again. but it will be uncommon and i feel bad about t baiting people in like that!

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Alice is deep into her Martin "I will close my eyes and plug my ears these horror actually don't exist and can't hurt me" Blackwood journey

[youtappedout]

[v3lnys]

last night i saw @bezzplaining 's franky/mig posts and possibly got possessed D:

ebony tower — 1.2k words — smut/fluff

Andrea Migno/Franco Morbidelli

Mig threw his head back, groans tumbling out past his parted lips as Franky pushed into him all the way. The stretch was obscene and so, so addicting. It left Mig gasping and clinging to Franky's bicep to anchor himself.

He looked up and saw Franky's face, contorted into a frown from concentration and pleasure.

“You're so tight..” Franky gasped as he tried to move, Mig clenching around him, not yet adjusted enough. “Tell me when it's okay..”

Mig closed his mouth and tried to breathe through his nose, but that left him whimpering as he took deep breaths, shaky despite the effort.

His fingers dug into Franky's arm, the firm muscles and flesh dipping slightly under Mig's fingertips. It helped him ground himself, breathe better when he could feel Franky's solid frame under his palms.

Mig wasn't even that much shorter when you compared the actual numbers, but with the way Franky loomed over him, hands on each side of Mig's head, Mig felt infinitely smaller. Maybe he should've felt insecure, being small had its hardships, but he felt safe. Franky like a metaphorical shield, protecting Mig from the outside world, leaving them in their own bubble.

“Move…” Mig pleaded, wet eyes gazing up at Franky from where the smaller man laid amongst the mountain of pillows, legs bent and spread, accommodating Franky's bigger frame between them.

Franky placed his hand on the back of one of Mig's thighs, skin already damp with sweat and strong muscles tense under Franky's wide palm. “Fuck.. Mig..” he murmured hoarsely, hips drawing back the tiniest bit so he could push into Mig again.

It felt like fire inside of Mig's body, muscles tensing before he could tell himself to breathe, to make it easier for himself. Franky stopped again, gentle eyes raking over Mig's scrunched up face, the thick column of his neck as he threw his head back once more.

Mig tried to breathe again, whatever stupid technique that would make his body relax, not clench around Franky like he didn't want to let him go.

Franky's hand left a hot lingering trail over Mig's skin as it slid upwards, gently stroking Mig's side, feeling his muscles loosen slowly.

“Okay?” Franky asked, palm caressing Mig's skin all the way up to his ribs and down to his prominent hip bones.

Mig nodded, eyes still closed, and Franky thought he looked really beautiful like this. “Okay.”

Mig's body didn't protest anymore, the man breathing deep like he just finished an exercise. He took Franky willingly, relishing in the way it felt like he was being split into two and sewn back together each time Franky pushed in and out. In and out.

Franky's skin felt moist under Mig's fingertips, his whole body radiating warmth and blanketing Mig with a comforting presence. Secure.

The pace quickened, the slide slick and easy the more Franky stretched him out. Franky's movements were purposeful and calm, not quick and short like Franky was trying to nail Mig in place.

Mig opened his eyes and took in the sight of Franky above him, beautiful and strong, all tan skin and visible muscles. Mig really wanted to lick his chest, run his tongue flat across the salty skin, sink his teeth into the soft muscle. Later, he told himself.

Franky was looking back at him, eyes droopy and mouth agape. A breathy sound slipped past his parted lips and Mig knew it well, always deemed it as his favorite. A little high pitched and desperate, something so unique that Mig always tried to memorize it, wanted the sound to seep into his bones.

Mig released the death grip he had on Franky's bicep, his hand sliding upwards across the other's broad shoulders, up his neck until he could cradle the side of Franky's face. Mig pulled him down and he went willingly, lips connecting with Mig's in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Franky's hips kept moving, skin slapping together and he couldn't hold back whatever sounds were coming out, falling into the hot abyss of Mig's mouth.

It never felt like Mig was fragile under his touch, his muscled body taking him so well, accepting him like they were meant to be one, nevertheless Franky felt the need to protect Mig, handle him with so much love and care.

Just like the Ivory tower, Franky's body towered over Mig's shorter frame, guarding him from worldly affairs and any struggles, the only thought and sensation in Mig's mind – Franky, Franky, Franky…

In turn, all Franky could feel was his Mig. So beautiful and caring, devoted to him in these moments. Making the prettiest sounds, fingers grasping onto Franky's sweaty curls.

Franky broke the kiss, Mig trying to chase his lips as the other trailed them across Mig's cheekbones and down to his neck. He sucked lightly over his pulse point, tongue laving against the damp skin, eliciting a soft, pleased sound from Mig.

Franky buried his face in Mig's muscular neck, just breathing him in as he kept up his pace, one hand trailing down to take Mig into his hand, relieving some of the pressure from his achingly hard dick.

Mig made the prettiest, needy sound, arching up a little towards Franky. The latter kissed along the column of his neck, occasionally licking a greedy stripe up to the shell of his ear.

Franky tugged on Mig's dainty hoop earring with his teeth, his moans right up against the smaller man's ear, making him shudder. The grip around Mig tightened and he tensed up slightly, all of the sensations driving him insane.

A firm hand placed itself on Franky's nape, keeping him in place when he tried to trail his lips up to Mig's again. “Stay.. stay..” Mig whispered feverishly, grip on Franky's nape tightening as he felt teeth scrape his jugular.

“M’close..” Franky panted against Mig's skin, his big hand moving along Mig's shaft in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“Yeah.. fuck.. me too,” Mig pressed out, sweat gathering on his forehead with the effort to stay collected, but it was infinitely harder when Franky was cleaving him open, thrusts powerful yet measured; although starting to get sloppy as Franky lost himself in the final moments before his orgasm.

Franky came with a groan, the sound vibrating against Mig's throat and seeping into every fiber of his being. Mig kept his head there, pressed somewhere along his trapezius, Franky still weakly kissing the sensitive skin, potential bruises from his lips latching on too hard.

A few more strokes and Mig felt everything tense up, spilling across his own stomach moments later. The hazy sensation of his orgasm and Franky's come inside him left him a little brainless, chest heaving and hand slowly unclasping from Franky's nape.

He distantly felt Franky pull out and gently kiss his temple, soothing Mig and cleaning him up with napkins for now.

Mig rolled over and curled up against Franky's strong chest, one arm draping over his waist to press up closer. Franky kissed him gently, muttering quiet praises against his lips, wide palm soothingly stroking Mig's back, drawing shapes on his hip.

A light sensation overtook both of them, the sense of security in each other's arms intoxicatingly soothing.