#forgot to finish this for a while but i wanted to finish it and post it!

[skribbledarker]

On my knees on the floor in the ground BEGGING U TO FINISH THAT ORAL FIXATION FIC THE WORLD NEEDS MORE ZOSAN ORAL FIXATION FIC THANK YOU

And if u don’t wanna do it then still tHANK U FOR WRITING WHAT U HAVE

Hey….. drops another snippet of my zosan oral fixation/ l hand + finger kink fic(it kind of morphed into that dont ask me how idk) and then runs away really fast. Anon i promise the oral fixation part is coming soon just wait a sec… also for people who need context u can find the first snippet i posted right here!!

CW suggestive// nsfw!!

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The cook leans down, catching him in another bruising kiss. Sanji tastes like tobacco and sugar, which would be unpleasant if it wasn’t him that Zoro was tasting. Idly, Zoro thinks it probably shouldn’t make a difference who he’s kissing, but he files that inkling away for later in favor of gripping the meat of Sanji’s thighs and making the cook squirm. Sanji groans at the contact, open-mouthed and desperate. He winds his fingers into Zoro’s hair and tugs, wrenching the swordsman’s head up again to lay ragged kisses along his throat. Everywhere that Sanji touches him feels inexplicably hot, makes him dizzy with want— so much that when Sanji pulls away Zoro almost follows him up.

“I don’t put my hands on just anyone, you know,” Sanji breathes, absently cracking his knuckles while his eyes rove smugly over Zoro’s figure. He looks messy, coiffed hair mussed to hell with splotchy red painting his neck and face. Zoro wants to pop open Sanji’s collar, see how far down the flush goes and trace its borders with his mouth. See what sounds the cook would make if he did.

He doesn’t though; justs fights the urge to roll his eyes instead. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

“What do you want?” Sanji asks him, even though Zoro thinks he made it pretty fucking obvious what he wants.

“Anything. Just—” Touch me, please. “Anything.”

“That’s hot as hell.”

Zoro scowls. “Fuck. You.”

And like the haughty shit he is, the only thing Sanji hums in response is, “Yeah, maybe later,” before his slender fingers wrap around Zoro’s throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just loosely resting his hand there, but Zoro still feels his own breath shorten at the promise of what’s to come.

Sanji has this look, on his face, dark and settling heavy over the swordsman even through his pale lashes; he thumbs over Zoro’s pulse point once, twice, before pressing down on it lightly. “S’that what you want?”

Zoro isn’t into the habit of lying. “Yes.” He swallows, and can feel his Adam's apple press against Sanji’s palm. “I—Harder.”

“Fucking freak,” Sanji murmurs, despite the fact that his own voice has gone husky with lust— Zoro can feel him, just as hard and insistent where he grinds down onto Zoro’s lap. Hypocrite. “Say please first.”

“You’re an ass—” The hand around Zoro’s neck squeezes, and he can’t help the way his eyes flutter closed, can’t help the choked sound that rips its way out of him. The feeling is nothing short of intoxicating, and all Zoro wants is more. “—Oh, fuck.” And then there’s even more pressure on his throat as Sanji grips him harder, carefully manicured nails digging into the soft flesh there.

“You like that? Want me to bruise you, moss?” Sanji asks into Zoro’s ear, low and imploring.

Yes, Yes, Zoro wants to say, but he can’t seem to focus long enough to get the words out. His cock throbs within the confines of his pants, the incessant movement of Sanji on his lap clouding his mind. All he can do is pant and gasp, rolling his hips in time with the cook’s to try and get some form of release. He could come like this— he really could.

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okay yeah THANK YOU ANON FOR REMINDING THIS FIC EXISTED!! i have so many WIPs i lowkey forgot this existed but here u go ahh lalalala. I’m making progress so the rest should be out fairly soon? okay yeah thanks bye

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Lazy :]

[velvetwyrme]

❤️❤️❤️ // Where the Daffodils Grow: Chapter 11

Some fanart for the amazingly talented @sweetlilbird! This scene was!!! Really cute!! (anyway go read their fic it is very fun)

[turnaboutstar]

its not that complicated you just wanted to save your future husband

[mealfreak]

messy doodles from class. Ralmon yuri anyone

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[marquisecubey]

wish you were here

[eissaphir]

I looked through the book journal notes I took while reading the first movie novelization and thought I'd share some of my favourite Stobotnik scenes:

• ' "And that would be you, Mister—" [...] "DOCTOR Robotnik is the Defense Department's top engagement analyst," Stone said '

• ' Stone said in a clipped tone so beautiful it was almost mechanical. '

Since the narrator always seems to speak from the current main character's POV, which is Robotnik in this case, I'll just add this to the list of evidence that Stobotnik is canon. Not only because of the "beautiful" but because "so beautiful it was almost mechanical" is a connection between Stone and (Robotnik's) machines, who are, in his own words, "everything to [him]".

(He also goes on to brag about how amazing Robotnik is, but this post is long enough as it is)

• ' Even his deadpan yes-man could not compete with the beauty of his botniks. '

'EVEN'

• This one's a bit of a stretch but hey: ' Robotnik reared up with a snarl and began banging at his busted controls. "Why? Why would you throw your life away for this... thing? That's why I only have robots, never friends," he said. "They make you irrational." '

He has totally never had conflicting thoughts about Agent Stone, no sir. (But on a more serious note, this is really sad)

• ' Over a month and still no signs of intelligent life on this rock. What a bliss. '

Oh, really, now? That's interesting, since this happened literally one line ago:

' "What's that, Agent Stone?" he said to the toadstool that sat on the machine, its front painted with a sticky pair of sunglasses. "Thank you. I like your new look, too." '

Despite being oh so happy he's completely alone, away from humanity, he decides to do this anyway (and is actually nice for once? It's a miracle). Yeah, no more proof needed. They're in love and I don't care who tells me otherwise.

Bonus:

' The door to the lab opened up, and the shadow of Agent Stone fell over Robotnik, mid-thrust. '

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[criticlog]

Surviving victor

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

A Dog in the Cat House by SoloShikigami (General Audiences, Complete)

Nightmare has lived happily with his three cats, Dust, Killer, and Horror. But one day he comes across a poor dog in need of a home, and hey, he could always use a guard dog. But will his three cats get along with the newest member of the family?

A short but cute fic, I enjoy the concept behind it! It's a little unusual to find a fic where most of the characters are animals, but the author does a good job of writing the characters regardless!

Spoilers ahead!

I think it's a really cute fic with an interesting premise, having Cross as a dog in what was previously an all cat house.

The way the author writes the characters makes it known what they think & how they feel even without any dialogue spoken between them.

[gifti3]

the au revives for a moment....more arranged marriage au stuff with asmo and reader! Last thing I posted was this. This new scenario def happens once Asmo starts to actual warm up to MC, hence why MC is acting the way they are.

but yea this ones pretty short but i think its worth sharing since i wrote most of it already!

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"Asmodeus can you please get out of my closet?"

He currently eyes one of your casual wears in his hand. "I'm almost done! I just wanted to see what you usually wear..."

Several maids also stood in your room, holding up different outfits you would wear on a day to day basis. Asmodeus kept handing them off to them as he kept going in and out of your closet.

You sigh at the unnecessary work he was giving the staff but they surprisingly seemed to be having fun talking among themselves and with him. Actually it shouldn't really be surprising at all. This was most definitely the norm for them.

You hold back an annoyed groan. "Okay well when you're done make sure everything is put back. I'm leaving."

"Ah! Wait come here. I need you actually! I want to see how these outfits actually look on you."

You stare at him and he stares right back. "......I'm not changing in and out of all these clothes. Asmodeus why exactly are you looking through my stuff anyways?"

"I'm obviously going to revitalize your whole wardrobe. You're welcome."

"You really don't need to do that." You immediately start worrying about the type of clothes Asmodeus would pick out. You had these clothes specifically cause they were comfortable for you appearance and physical wise.

You walk up to him a take your outfit out of his hands. "I like my clothes as they are thank you." You turn towards the maids, "Everyone please put everything back."

"Everyone stay."

The maids stand in place unsure of what to do with conflicting commands. However, they were technically were Asmodeus's maids first and yours second.

"MC I'm trying to do something nice for you?"

"I understand that but I like these clothes..."

You did not understand and didn't really consider it nice.

"I'm not going to get rid of what you have silly! I'm adding to it."

Oh. Well that didn't sound as bad...

"Still that's not really necessary. I'll probably just stick to what I already have."

Asmodeus lets out an over the top sigh. "It's bad to reject a gift dear. Trust me on this, ill pick things that fit you well. Now can you try on the outfit in your hand? It shouldn't be too hard to put on your own."

...Dear?

[mlp-natural]

We cut from Cas and Jody to the exterior of Jody's house. A phone vibrates

The phone continues as we move through the kitchen, a case of beer on the counter by the window

Looks like the noise from Castiel's phone woke up someone.

Why, its Alex Jones! (as a pony) She must have had a late shift last night.

She answers the phone, it is Sam calling, he relays a message to her to pass to Cas, 'Let Cas know we made it to Garth's place.' That's the main thing to note from this conversation we see one side of.

Alex says a few words, some less polite which is to be expected at this early hour, so Sam thanks her and mentions passing along a 'Hello' to the others (Claire, Jody, Jack) for him. Sam hangs up the phone and turns the engine of the car off. He turns around-

-and tells Dean to get up. Looks like Dean had a rough night and wanted to get a bit more sleep before trudging through research with Garth today.

Weary, but glad to have made it to Garth's in relatively good time, Sam unloads his saddle pack with his road gear and clothes, and some books from the library that may be helpful for identifying the monster Garth has been tracking. Dean is not awake enough for this. However, Garth and Bess certainly are as they greet the brothers eagerly.

The werewolf ponies have more dog like tails and fangs, and bright welcoming smiles. A stark contrast to the burly hunters that just arrived. Three curious faces are in the window, it is Gertie, Sam, and Castiel, Bess and Garth's kids. It had been some time since the Winchesters last saw them, but they seem well.

Inside the main entrance, Bess escorts Sam and Dean to Garth's hunting office where the three will run over the case and what they know for certain. Sam and Dean believe it may be a non-native monster, something that hitched a ride and is becoming a problem to local wildlife and people. They are planning on staying a couple days before driving the twelve hours back to the bunker, so Bess and Garth set up the guest room for them to rest between scrambling over lore and the actual hunt.

Bess comments on the last time they saw each other, when the Winchesters were out of luck. The Chuck situation was messy, and in the supernatural in my head a lot of minor things got rewritten which changed the outcomes and some development to make things make sense but I'm not getting into that. All you need to know is that Chuck is not god anymore and they are alive. Dean has accepted his fate of being hugged by Garth (the strength of whom he will never get used to)

(part five btw)

[doodlejoltik]

why is the electrode battle so hard for no reason btw

[rei voice] well he was right

[slavhew]

Collab with a friend for a server icon ^_^

[astrobei]

in celebration of me finally finishing the draft of my lokius fic here is a humble wip wednesday offering

[telesodalite]

1 year later, and still a menace <3