#did u guys like it?

[v0idsp3rson]

I kinda wanna get to know my moots better, so I'ma just...(look at these incorrect quotes and tell me how accurate they r :3 )

*The Squad is at Home Depot* kiya-cannibal-bug: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* bo0kdragon: *Shitting in the display toilets* xxurmother : *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* k4ijnyxx: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* Arachne: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* v0idsp3rson : *In the car sleeping*

v0idsp3rson : That was so hot, k4ijnyxx. k4ijnyxx: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. v0idsp3rson : I'm so in love with you.

v0idsp3rson : Are you a masochist or a sadist? kiya-cannibal-bug, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

v0idsp3rson : As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me. xxurmother : Where am I on the list? v0idsp3rson : Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.

Arachne: Please pray for k4ijnyxx. bo0kdragon: What happened to them? Arachne: Nothing, they’re just very stupid.

k4ijnyxx: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. sillycritterthing: You mean glory days? k4ijnyxx: Ah, that too.

sillycritterthing: What is the one thing I told you not to do? k4ijnyxx: Burn the house down. sillycritterthing: And what did you do? k4ijnyxx: I made dinner. sillycritterthing: k4ijnyxx: sillycritterthing: k4ijnyxx: And burnt the house down.

v0idsp3rson : Two brooooos! k4ijnyxx: Chillin' in a hot tub! v0idsp3rson : Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! k4ijnyxx: v0idsp3rson : k4ijnyxx: *tearing up* v0idsp3rson : Babe, c'mon... k4ijnyxx: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. v0idsp3rson : Babe...

Arachne: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. bo0kdragon: What did you do Arachne? Arachne: a Mistake.

sillycritterthing: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

xxurmother : There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play? kiya-cannibal-bug: Did you just make that up? xxurmother : No. I read it in a fortune cookie once. kiya-cannibal-bug: xxurmother : A really long fortune cookie.

k4ijnyxx: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. v0idsp3rson : I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

bo0kdragon: Okay, two person huddle. v0idsp3rson : You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

kiya-cannibal-bug: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

v0idsp3rson : kiya-cannibal-bug, you’re offered 500,000 dollars, but, if you accept it, the person you hate the most in the world gets 1,000,000 dollars. Would you take it? kiya-cannibal-bug: Of course! I mean, why wouldn’t I want 1,500,000 dollars?

kiya-cannibal-bug: *talking about v0idsp3rson ’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today! bo0kdragon, shocked: Did someone else die?

kiya-cannibal-bug: You’re like an oyster. Not appealing on the outside, but your insides are worth a lot of money!

*The Squad is at sillycritterthing’s house* v0idsp3rson : Ohhhh we each get our own oven? sillycritterthing: …N-No… sillycritterthing, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? v0idsp3rson , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought! k4ijnyxx: I see a- sillycritterthing, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. v0idsp3rson : Oh, well I- sillycritterthing: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* sillycritterthing, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Arachne: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! xxurmother : Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? sillycritterthing: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’! sillycritterthing: I am someone who owns four ovens… sillycritterthing, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS… bo0kdragon, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven! sillycritterthing: v0idsp3rson : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! sillycritterthing: sillycritterthing, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

k4ijnyxx: Did you hear that!? v0idsp3rson just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT! xxurmother : ...You just threatened to kill them in their sleep.

v0idsp3rson : Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. bo0kdragon: Those are bones, v0idsp3rson . v0idsp3rson : *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

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@k4ijynxx, @xxurmother, @kiya-cannibal-bug, @sillycritterthing, @pirulated, @bo0kdragon

also I didn't know whether or not to use ur usernames sooooo ye I just used ur usernames

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[lotus-pear]

soukoku angst

[axoqiii]

ng+ doodles and royaltrio

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[radioroxx]

this is kerdly 2 me. btw

[shouyuus]

What about... Vi teaching you how to trib, as a friend of course... I don't know why I'm obsessed with the idea of her being all flustered when you ask her to show you since you've never done it before.

with friends like these

violet; super duper 18+, smut/fluff, lesbian pining, college roommate!vi au (kinda)

"f-fuck -- fuck, vi -- mm -- ngh --"

"j-juuuust like that -- c'mon --" vi is panting, her cheeks so warm her head is starting to spin, and she's not quite sure how she got here -- well no, she knows exactly how she got here -- but she can't quite think for the way she's got you trembling beneath her, your sodden cunts sliding against each other as you dig your nails into her arms, your head thrown back into the lumpy material of her pillow, her name on your lips like a curse or a prayer.

she groans, rucking her hips against yours, shifting her leg to find a better angle. you keen, mouth falling open in a soft pant, your finger scrabbling at her arms. she grins -- a half-feral thing, as she leans down, if only to watch you fall apart for her from as close as she can possibly get.

"vi, vi, vi!"

"yeah? gonna cum for me, pretty girl? gonna show me how good this feels?" she breaths, grunting as she hoists your thigh over her hip and fucks herself down over you all the harder.

it'd been a strange sort of conversation to have on a thursday night, you and her, drunk and high (respectively), sprawled out on the old couch in your living room, vi chuckling as you stutter yourself into a deeper and deeper corner --

"it's just -- i've never understood how it works --"

vi takes another long hit of her j, blowing out smoke, "what? scissoring?"

your blush darkens as you crinkle your nose.

"y-yeah! like how --" you place your mug of box-wine on the table and hold up both of your hands, two fingers extended as you try to simulate the motion, "it just doesn't seem like it'd be -- pleasant?"

vi grins, a bit too wide, reaches out with one of her hands to catch yours, tugging you closer.

"it's not like that -- chill -- chill -- relax your fingers, or -- legs -- whatever --" she giggles, head tipping back as she tries to wrangle one of your hands between both of hers, trying not to think too hard on the way you let yourself be manhandled into her lap, how easily you give into her instructions, how your skin smells just a bit like pastry bread, sweet and buttery and utterly, mind-bendingly delicious.

she swallows, frowning at your hand in hers --

"usually, you're like --" she tries to show you with her fingers criss-crossed with yours, "face to face, but like -- your legs are crossed --"

you giggle, watching as she tries to slot her fingers between yours.

you grab her hands in yours, shaking your head, tipping back even as she tries to yank you back into her.

"at this point, it'd be easier for you to just show me --"

your breath cuts off as vi's hands tighten around you, hauling you up and over her lap, so that somehow, you end up straddling her, your arms propped on her shoulders, your thighs on either side of her hips, her palms warm on your waist as you fight for a breath that she's long-since stolen.

there's a storm brewing behind the horizons of her ocean eyes, and lightning strikes against the flintstones in your stomach, setting your body ablaze as she bites her lips and looks up at you, her eyes going dark in the static-ridden light.

"yeah? you... you want me to show you how it's done?"

you swallow, saltwater and caramel, slick and sweet down your throat as you search her eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

you find none -- only the hard-lined want you'd become oh-so familiar with as the days went on. the way you'd catch her watching you sometimes, right after you shower, the way you'd find yourself watching her, when she's trying to show off how well she a can flip a pancake in the pan, in nothing but boxers and a tank top.

"i-is that weird?" you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

vi lets out a soft groan, her eyes darkening as she catches the gesture.

"no -- i mean -- we're friends, right?" she asks, her voice so laced with want she can almost taste it.

you nod, your eyes caught in the net of her gaze, almost in a trance as you let your eyes slick down to her lips.

she leans up to kiss you; you lean down to let her.

it's simple after that -- and so, so easy -- her hoisting you up easy as anything, the pair of you tumbling into her bed, her asking in a voice that's almost a whisper (as if she's afraid she'll wake one of you up from this tender, tenuous daydream) --

"is this okay?"

you nod, eager, fingers sliding into her hair as she groans and peels the sleep shorts from you, tugging down your underwear along with it.

it's only been ten minutes, but vi thinks that it's been centuries, or perhaps only the span of a few seconds. she can't think when she's got you pinned beneath her like this, and she knows she must look a bit unhinged from where you are, sweat shining on her skin as she works her hips down over yours, intent on finding just the perfect angle.

"vi -- oh -- that feels --"

"a-ah fuck, princess -- holy shit --" vi jerks above you, a familiar coil tightening in her stomach as she tries to slow down her pace, to draw it out -- she wants to savor this, to remember this --

"vi -- vi -- mmngh -- th-that's s-so good -- you're making me -- oh god --" you're tugging on her arms, fingers looping around her wrists like bracelets, squeezing her tight as your head tips back and vi leans down to sink her teeth into the bared skin of your throat.

"shit, shit, shit -- no one's gonna -- gonna make you feel this good, hm? pretty g-girl -- no one but me -- fuck --" she rolls her hips, a breath hitching out of her as she feels your swollen clits catch, and then you're squirming beneath her, wetness slicking down your puffy pussy lips, the slick of it nearly throwing her off-pace as she sucks a dark hickey into your skin.

"o-only you, vi -- fuck, please, please, please --" you cum with a hard spasm, fire eating through you as vi whines into the crook of your neck, her own orgasm hitting her half a second later. and it's all you can do to reach out and hold her to you, letting her ride out the waves of her pleasure in soft jerks and heavy pants against you.

"h-hoooly shit..." vi puffs out a laugh against your collarbones as she pushes herself back up. you blink blearily up at her, a tired giggle bubbling out of you as vi pulls back and you both grimace at the soft shluck of your bodies coming apart, sticky with cum and sweat and whatever else.

"w-well --" you say, "i -- that was -- i think i get it now --"

vi stares at you for a second before breaking into a fit of laughter. you join in a second later, reaching for a wad of tissues from her bedside table and handing her a few. she takes it from you with a wide grin.

"and you thought it wouldn't be pleasant."

you crinkle your nose, making a face as the pair of you try in vain to mop up the mess between your bodies. vi holds out her hand for your tissue and you hesitate for a second before dropping it into her open palm.

"thanks," you say.

vi shrugs, biting her lip, her nose ring glinting in the warm glow of her study lamp. she turns to toss both wads into the trash bin by the door. you whoop as they fall in, one after the other.

"what are friends for, right?" she asks, turning back around with a loping grin. there's a kaleidoscope of color caught in the rings of her eyes, and a sadness that you don't have the time to unpack. so you shove back the wince that threatens to shake apart your composure at her words and smile right back.

"y-yeah -- right -- friends."

but you're pretty sure friends don't do what you and vi just did. and friends definitely don't wander back to their own room later that night, the smell of her still on your skin, a pulsing want echoing between your legs, a threading need ticking beneath your ribcage at the thought of her name.

[soranker]

my girlfriend

[deunmiu-dessie]

he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without you— and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bare— it makes him feel.

he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and pretty— genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloying— yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.

he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.

the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.

❝why are you looking at me like that?❞

he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. ❝ i adore you,❞ he utters— he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.

❝help me with the groceries?❞

he? ⸺ SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KÖNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.

honestly it can be anyone you envision.

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[coffit0]

Felt nostalgic so I drew my favorite silly guys

[triona-tribblescore]

okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[gordonfreemanspussy]

happy october :]

@scienceteamtober day 1: before the game

with lovely beautiful awesome forever character art by @winkreallyisntable goes CRAZY!!! full art below the cut.