#fuck ou

[docs-spicy-shitpost-shack]

It's 6/7/8/9:32 PM (depending on your contiguous US time zone) and OU still sucks

[rapidhighway]

i dont even wanna draw any more humanized characters, i jsut keep blacking out and then theres a young man on the canvas waiting to be posted

[b4kuch1n]

study of this masterwork

[medicalunprofessional]

the sickness is winning sorry .. more doodles. oohhh i can feel my artstyle shifting ever so slightly

i like rendering mundane doodles its fun and good practice for me 🫣

[gemharvest]

projecting my ADHD experiences onto this idiot part 1 of a potential one million

[saltiestbread]

Bite size

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

yea

[maelfe]

girl keep it mindful..

[sableflynn]

all stilled

Felicia tries to slip out in the night.

(non-explicit noncon warning)

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She slept in his bed for a week before she dared to make a move.

Rain lashed the windows, ran down in rivulets. She could almost convince herself that the sound of it would mask her movements, muffle her sounds as she crept out of the room and fled this miserable house.

In sleep, his grip around her had loosened to a single arm tossed over her side, not quite brushing her bare breasts. She shifted minutely, holding her breath as he breathed evenly beside her. Each rustle of the sheets spiked through her, and she was sure it would wake him—but then she was out of his grip, and her feet were on the hardwood as she sat at the edge of the bed, and he slept on.

She was in his room. Not her own prison cell of a room, not the basement with its chains and knives, but his bedroom, and she was untethered, and he was asleep, and as she carefully lifted herself off the bed she swore she’d find something here to make it worthwhile.

She stood frozen, counting her heartbeats as she watched him. He didn’t stir. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her gaze settled across the room, on the door.

Her steps were silent as she crossed the room, and he still slept. She considered the bedroom door, the ornate handle, and threw another look over her shoulder at the bed. He still slept.

The metal of the door handle was cool under her palm, and—locked. There was no mechanism she could see, no keyhole or deadbolt, but the door wouldn’t open—

He was watching her.

She knew it without turning to look, in the way that all prey is acutely aware of a predator’s presence. She didn’t need to look at him to know that his eyes were gleaming in the dark, and his lips were curving into a smile. She felt him looking, and some part of her already knew she had lost.

But she was untethered, and she was somewhere new and there had to be something in his room she could use, so she forced herself to ignore him and continued her slow circle around the room.

The door was locked, useless, but maybe something in his desk, maybe the balcony door—

“Tomorrow, I’m going to bring you to the basement and whip you.”

She flicked a glance at him; he was already half-hard.

“Twenty times,” he continued as she made her way across the room. “I’m going to keep adding more until you get back into bed.”

She pressed against the unyielding balcony door, dread and frustration wrestling in her mind. She wasn’t getting out. There was no point in delaying the inevitable, making things worse for herself.

“Twenty five.”

But every atom of her being rebelled against it; she could no more bring herself back to that bed than she could grow wings and fly from this place.

His desk. It was a small thing, not like the behemoth in his office, but still, there had to be something—

“Thirty.”

Locked. The drawers were locked, and her frustration grew into silent rage and she clawed at the table, flinging frantic arms across it and sending pens and trinkets skittering across the hardwood floor—

“Thirty five.”

—and as soon as the rage had flared, it was extinguished. She wasn’t leaving. She’d have screamed, if she had a voice that mattered.

She dragged herself back to the bed and stood naked just beyond his reach. Shadows shifted across his face as his eyes trailed up and down her body.

“Forty,” he said.

She fell back onto the bed. The sheets were still warm where she’d been lying; the whole thing couldn’t have taken more than five minutes.

He cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her cheekbone. “If you get me off now,” he said, hand sliding to the back of her head and exerting the slightest pressure, “I’ll let you choose what I whip you with tomorrow.”

He was all shadows now, and that made it easier for her to shut him out. She ducked out from under his grasp and rolled over to sleep, her back curled from him. There was a huff of a sound from him that might have been a laugh, and then he lay beside her. His arms were a vice around her, his arousal a knife in her back. Somehow, she slept.

[saturnaous]

hi submas. asexual emmet fic.

hi. shuffles nervously. I like to write fanfiction sometimes. SNIFFLES REALLY HARD. I am presenting this fic. wipes snot off my face. I'm scared forever and ever. bye

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Not me genuinely in a dilemma of whether or not I should block someone just for one absolutely ASS take even though it literally won't make a difference from their POV

[yvesolace]

IM FUCKING GIGGLING LIKE A IDIOT THINKING ABOUT THIS WJAG THE FUCK

[front-facing-pokemon]

[noecoded]

ocs

[beneathsilverstars]

odile. aro lesbian. rotating this in my mind

[dreamofimmortality]

pulling this out of my liveblog because i really wanna point it out:

[Image description: Page from Nabari no Ou. Yoite is lying down in the snow, and he reaches his hand out to Yukimi, apologising for what happened with him and Kairoushuu. Yukimi holds his hand, and replies, "You should be, I've been continually thrown around by you." Yukimi looks at Yoite's leg that has disappeared, then sighs and pats Yoite on the head; he continues, "But hey, it's no big deal." End description]

miharu got a head pat from yukimi, because that's the usual affection he shows for him anyway. yoite meanwhile doesn't like to be touched right.

But In This Scene, he reaches out to yukimi. and yukimi holds his hand in his 😭😭😭😭 AND AS A RESULT.... yoite gets a head pat too 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

also. relevant meme since the tags do indeed reflect this point