#haha♡

[ketam1nespritz]

Yeah, TAKE THAT psych ward nurses!!!!

knowing that suicide is always an option is what keeps me sane

[inside-my-gay-mind]

[ideksams]

inktober (twiyor ver.) day 19: formal wear 🍷

i've been doing some sketches since day 1, but i kind of fell out due to starting some bigger projects and dedicating myself to them pls- but i love having these prompts!

anywho, i just had to doodle this because the twiyor comic i'm working on is so anatomically advanced, large, and unfamiliar to me that i ran out of enough brain power (got a little tired of being confused) and i thought to myself "i'll take a break" with something a bit easier to draw atm ajdjs. i love drawing stuff like this ✨️ i remember seeing the tweet and instantly thinking "i need to see it as them..."

reference/base here! https://x.com/MUJ0___/status/1837834413092311274?t=Qli0cVvRoAtdPcW0dE-cuA&s=19

[luckyjorabbit]

Hank hill and dale gribble comic 👍

[thebrainrotsreal]

Random musings about an episode where Spectra disguised herself as a student, rather than a counselor to sow misery within the high school! Spreading gossip, being outright malicious, shattering friendships, and all that jazz! Plus, using that fact she looks like a teen against Danny, since unless cornering her, he couldn't fight her without looking like he's attacking a random student.

[swampybogg]

[violletine]

I've realized that for some reason I always draw Miss Holloway around this time of year, so figured I would make it a tradition 💖

[fireflysugarpie]

cumplane meet cute where they're taken to the same hospital after their near death experiences and have to share the same room ♡♡♡

[ashipiko]

—ATLAN TREIN

All information on Atlan Trein ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: February 12th

Height: 179cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: None

Favorite Subject: Music

Best Subject: History of Magic

Likes: Making friends

Dislikes: Being called “Mommy’s Boy”

Favorite Food: Bread

Least Favorite Food: Pumpkin

Speciality: Getting people interested in drama

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

CALLING HOME…

— Pomefiore Dorms - Atlan’s Room —

[VOICEMAIL BEGIN]

…Moooom, I know it’s kind of late, so I’m sending in a voicemail, but— You can listen to this in the morning while you get ready, right?

I know it’s only the first day of this school year but please, can you just give me permission to go home or something?!

I don’t wanna be here anymore! Just take me back home! I’m not learning anything new at this school. Sure, the drama and gossip is kind of interesting, but, ugh, it gets old really fast.

—N-Not that I’m the one spreading it around. Of course not! You could never expect that from your beloved son.

Uncle is already starting to freak me out, though. I swear whenever I looked up from my desk during history, either he or Lucius would be staring straight at me. He didn’t call you before me, right? Don’t tell me he did! I promise, I haven’t done anything—!

Ugh, not to mention, it’s just as hard to provide for myself as last year… I honestly think the lack of roommates is more of a con than anything. It makes it even harder to talk to people, tch.

…Like, I get that you want me to learn how to survive on my own, but seriously…? I don’t think being surrounded by all of these… what’s a word that’s not pleb but similar… Ah. Idiotic peers, is the right way to go about it.

Oh! I almost forgot the most important part about today. At the welcoming ceremony, there was a huge and giant fiasco. Apparently some person not from here crashed the ceremony. And no, not not from here as in Sage’s Island, I mean Twisted Wonderland! Isn’t that crazy? It would be funny if it was through time travel, hahaha!

They seemed quite out of it. Lost for words and confused. I think they even got caught on fire. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I think I even heard house warden Vil critique them!

Ah— Sorry if that was a lot. You take a long while to apply your makeup anyways, right? It’s just that I don’t really have anyone here to talk to about this, and I’m quite bad at small talk, so…

You know.

…Well then. I love you. I hope I see you soon. And consider my request—!

Goodnight.

[VOICEMAIL END]

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TRIVIA:

Atlan is twisted off of Anastasia from Cinderella!

Despite this, he isn’t Trein’s son. He’s his nephew. I figured it would be a little funnier this way.

Atlan isn’t exactly liked at NRC. To say the least, his entire personality is that he talks about other people. That’s it. Not in a praising way either— He’ll talk about whatever things he’s heard around. Hence, his ear for gossip.

His tie to Yuu would most likely stem from Yuu hearing that someone had been talking about them in a gossipy way, and therefore finding out who it was (because Yuu protection squad is a very real and scary thing). Either that or tracking him down because they think he might have information.

Atlan’s reasoning behind all his talk being rumors and topics about other people is because he’s not very good at socializing himself. He grew up a little sheltered with a bratty older sister who he’d always fight with. Lots of screaming and the such. Both of the siblings ended up being a little spoiled, and with some unbearable personalities, resulting in people not really wanting to become their friends.

The rest of his family didn’t seem to mind the fact that they weren’t as liked as others, but Atlan always sort of wanted to find out a way to reach out. To have friends and see what the normal person’s life would be. However, due to the lack of support, every time he attempted to reach for his goal, it would end up in failure. Nobody to correct his behavior, and nobody who would try to help him understand himself.

His mother, noticing this behavior of his, decided that the best course of action would to be to send him off by himself to a school filled to the brim with other people his age, who he could learn to interact with— Night Raven College.

But you would guess, something like that doesn’t go well for a boy who depended on his mother and her money for comfort.

Like a fish on land, Atlan tries his best to be open and talk to people, but upon becoming independent, he realizes that he doesn’t really have much going for him. And as people got to know him, he felt as if they were right— He’s nothing but a person who trash talks people and brags about his money.

He cracks under pressure easily when the atmosphere is awkward, and has no idea how to go about small talk. Atlan isn’t the best person to tell your secrets to, as he’ll probably end up using it as a conversation starter.

Atlan has an oresama air to him, but he really just wants to be part of the crowd rather than someone alienated for something he doesn’t know how to navigate. Maybe one day he’ll find the right crowd to surround himself with. A helping hand to guide him. But for now, he’s stuck, enrolled in NRC under his mother’s word.

More to be added!

[heywardsdoll]

meeting pope at the festival after telling him to be your fake boyfriend was one of the most awkward things you'd done in your very short life.

really, it was the knowing that he would be there and that he'd know why you were there—and that you would probably have to hold his hand, an he would need to hold yours. it was all of that. those little troubles in the stories, and the places you knew you would mess up.

it all started when you noticed how nice pope was. how nice he looked with a button up, and that smile that he did when he beamed. well, okay, so it started a bit earlier before that. your boyfriend, who you had declared as your ex was following you through the party. you'd screamed for him to get away only to bump into pope.

you'd been so intoxicated, that the minute you felt his hand on yours you melted completely, but there was an urgency in your blood that you couldn't shake off. with wide eyes, you whispered something with pursed lips, "act along with it! just act—aww, has anyone told you how hot you look like this? heyward? is it heyward-" then you tried to tread a little closer to him, touching that little part of his tie before you completely stubbled into his arms. you felt so stupid as you let out a small giggle.

pope looked so confused, hand reaching out to steady you. still, his eyes had that comfort in them that you so desperately needed, "oh, hi, sorry, uh," then he winched, "what's the issue?" he whispered out, before you flinched when your ex came in.  quickly pope seemed to zone in on the angry ex, and completely changed personas.

all of a sudden he had to closer to your chest, you could smell his cologne and everything seemed to go fuzzy as he hid your face in his shirt. you took a shaky breath, trying to wish it all away. it felt nice to be in someone's arms like this, to feel so safe. that was when it hit you, how nice pope was.

finally you felt pope's chest heave when he exhaled, and seemed to let you go. your arms however were wrapped around his waist.

"is he gone?"

"yes," pope replied softly. you could feel the muscles on his arms and if you weren't in this sorry state you wouldn't be swooning so hard.

reluctantly, you awkwardly detached your arms from his waist and then looked at him again. His smile was lopsided, a mix of amusement and confusion, which only made you laugh harder.

"what's so funny?" he asked.

"you're-you're so boyfriend material!" you blurted out, stammering through the haze of alcohol. "so cute. look at this button-down. and i love the hat. you don't even know me, and you held me to your chest to hide me from my pycho ex. i would date you, i would marry you," you hiccuped, then suddenly lit up with an idea. "you know what we should do? we should fake date so i can get my ex off my back."

pope stared at you, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

"fake date?" he echoed, almost like he was testing the idea out loud for the first time. his brows furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his mind, "i'm sorry, i don't even know who you are—"

"well, well, i mean, think about it, you can get to know me!" you rambled, now completely committed to your idea. "my ex will back off, and you—well, you get to pretend to be the hero." you grinned up at him, wobbling slightly on your feet. "it's like a win-win, right?"

pope rubbed the back of his neck, giving you an odd look as he held you up. "i'm not sure that's how this works," he said, trying to hide his growing smile. "i mean, you're drunk. really drunk."

"drunk, yes. but also really pretty," you insisted, poking his chest lightly, which only made you giggle more. "you know, i don't usually get these genius ideas sober."

pope, then like every nice boy you'd met smiled at you gently. you could already hear the consoling words out of his mouth and couldn't help but feel like sulking already.

but then pope sighed, his gaze softening. "look, i didn't mind helping you out tonight," he said, glancing around the room cautiously, "but fake dating? that’s a whole other level of commitment."

you nodded enthusiastically, almost stumbling again. "yes, absolutely. you already saved me once. might as well go all in, right?" you flashed him a cheeky smile, but beneath the humour, there was a flicker of vulnerability. you didn’t want to face your ex alone, not again.

pope still looked uncertain, but you knew you had to stick it to him, and so you thought of a "foolproof,' plan.

"well, at least take my number. we can talk when i'm sober, and we-"

the rest of history. so here you were again, fighting against all odds after messaging pope several times after that night. he was quite forgiving about your stunt, and even offered to meet with you. you'd taken the opportunity to talk to him and apologise in person. god, you'd been so reckless to ask him that type of question. the festive where both kooks and pogues could meet was the best place that you thought there was. it was a chrismas festival, little kids running around under the big tree.

finally you noticed him. he was staring near a small stand with two cups of what seemed like hot chocolate. he had a cardigan on, as well as a cheery smile. the only thing you had been right about that night was how perfect he was for the role. but that's not why you were here. you were here to apologise.

"hi." you murmured out shyly. pope smiled at you, handing you a cup of chocolate.

"for the lady."

you took the cup and let the warmth seep into your hands under the lights. he looked just like you remembered, kind brown eyes and a little frigity. but now he was watching you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"you know," he hesitated before continuing, "i didn't expect you to message, and i wasn't sure if you, uh, remembered everything from last night."

you let out a pained laugh before looking away from his gaze, "oh yeah i remember. a bit too well."

pope scratched the back of his head, clearly still unsure how to navigate this conversation. "look, i didn’t mind helping out. that guy was a jerk, and could tell you were in a rough spot." he looked at you earnestly, his typical calm demeanour shining through. "but, you know, you don’t have to apologize."

you felt a bit surprised at how quickly he forgave you, "no, no i owe it because i launched that idea at you, and i completely forgot boundaries—" you let out an uneasy laugh before pope stopped you mid-sentence.

"i've been through worse, especially from my friend jj. and," he shook his head, "i'm not the one to leave people handing."

this was it. this was what attracted you to him. always looking out for others, always doing the right thing even if it made things worse for him. the one thing that you didn't want to think about too much was how hot he looked doing it too.

but you still felt embarrassed, "you're too nice. and way too smart to get involved in my ridiculous ideas."

he laughed a little, a smile lighting up his face. "i'm not sure i’d call it smart," he teased. "maybe just—stupid enough to go along with you."

you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now that the conversation was flowing. the lights felt even prettier, and the warm of the hot chocolate made you feel more comfortable.

"so," pope began, glancing around the bustling festival before meeting your eyes again. "we’re good, right? no more awkward ex-boyfriend encounters?"

you smiled, nodding. "yeah, no ex-boyfriends to worry about. i promise."

pope’s face softened, and there was a flicker of something more in his eyes—like he was relieved, but maybe a little hesitant, too. he shifted his weight, clearly thinking about what to say next. but he seemed to falter and just nodded.

so you stayed there in that little moment, and he watched the tree—you watched him.

taglist; @cerya @rainbowpiss34, @vi4goswrld, @th3eternalersi, @gothiccvnt6996, @sluggmuffin

[saradiation]

Dave in a cute fall sweater to go with the Karkat one I drew last week 🍂🧡

[cuntftmtf]

haha what if you made me go to a voice coach to learn how to feminise my voice so you can make me use it when we go out and you can get hard about everyone misgendering me when they hear me speak?

[momonyu]

love drunk

eustass kid x reader

kid is (extra) annoying when he's drunk

“say you love me” + kid for @saidbysae

1.2k words

a/n: i can't take credit for the ending bc i think it was a cliche post that was floating around here or twitter when i saw it a billion years ago. anyways i think kid is really soft and i luv him for that

if there's one thing you've learned about the kid pirates, it's that they definitely know how to party. and of all the rowdy, noisy, rambunctious pirates, the captain is the worst of them.

"heat, get me another!" kid yells from across the room.

"another glass?"

"no," he downs his jug and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. "another barrel!"

across the room, he spots you and when you shake your head, his mischievous grin gets even bigger and brighter. you're crazy, you mouth. he just laughs and winks in your direction, raising his empty glass in your direction.

it's going to be a long night.

and sure enough, it's in the wee hours of the morning that you're dragging him across the deck towards his room. somehow, he's managed to lose both his jacket and his shirt, but in the autumn air, his body is still running hot. you're practically sweating with his body pressed against yours.

"baaaby, i know i don't look'it but 'm drunk," kid slurs.

usually so clever when he's (mostly) sober, it's silly of him to state the obvious — so much so that you can't help but smile. "i know."

you plant a quick kiss on the arm slung around your shoulders. "let's call it a night, hm?"

kid whines, "nuh uh, no way. tonight, we party like kings!"

he pumps a fist in the air, but with the sheer amount of alcohol running through his veins, his arm goes a little limp in the air before unceremoniously falling like a wet noodle.

you can't help the guffaw that slips out of you — a laugh at how silly he looks — and he can't help but laugh at how silly you sound. in drunken stupor, laughter is exceptionally contagious, and before you know it, the two of you are doubled over, howling in laughter.

you fall into each other, one lover supporting the other, until you make eye contact with each other and the giggles start again. the sound of love fills the chilly night, easing from laughter to (mostly) steady breaths. sitting on the deck now, kid looks at you with a lovedrunk grin.

he looks up at you, "hey."

you winkle your nose at him, "what?"

"c'mere," he points to the spot next to him. "i have a secret t' tell ya."

you roll your eyes but crouch down anyway. "what?"

kid looks at you with excitement that can only be described as child-like. he's a brute with a bounty higher than children can count and yet, here he is, practically giddy with what he's about to tell you.

he pauses for dramatic effect.

"i love you."

he stares at you like this is the most ground-breaking revelation you'll hear in your entire life and — god dammit, if he isn't the most adorable thing in the world right now.

you take his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks in the way he hates when he's sober. "i know."

he pouts. "you have to say it back."

you smirk. "no."

"but i love you!"

"i know."

"why won't you say it back?"

kid looks so wonderfully confused, and you take a moment to commit this expression to memory. if you were a little nicer, you might put him out of his misery.

but you're not and you won't.

"because you're being annoying," you smile.

"but you love me!" kid points a finger at you. "say you love me!"

"don't wanna," you chuckle.

"say it," he deadpans. "or i'll jump ship right now."

you gawk at him.

"you wouldn't."

"i wouldn't? are you sure?" suddenly, kid springs up and starts walking to the edge of the boat. honestly, it's impressive how fast he's moving.

when the crew drinks, kid has done worse things under the influence of alcohol — but the difference between then and now is that there are no burly crewmates to rescue their captain. compared to kid, you are a tiny little thing and you don't stand a chance.

you look around for killer or heat or thatch — or anyone, really. kid cackles and you whirl around. with a raised eyebrow, he swings a leg over and straddles the railing.

you panic — one wrong move and the kid pirates are down a captain. you rush towards him.

"okay, okay, fine! i love you too!" you tug his arm, "now will you please come back here?"

"okay," he beams in victory. adrenaline dissipating, kid climbs down all clumsy with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"'kay," his voice comes out happy and ditzy. "s'cold out here, take me somewhere warm now.

hand in yours, you lead him towards his bedroom and, thankfully, kid follows without any more shenanigans.

kid trails behind you and yawns, "'m tired."

a gentle smile graces your lips, "wanna go to bed?"

you turn back and kid almost trips over his feet. you're so pretty in the moonlight, and kid is overcome with an urge to kiss you. he catches up to you and snuggles against you (or as much as a 6ft man can cuddle someone your size).

"only if you're coming with," he declares.

"if i say no, are you going to fight me?"

"yuuuuup."

you've eventually made it to his room and it only takes you two seconds to make a decision. one wrong answer and you risk undoing all the work it took to get him here.

you open his door, "fine, i'll sleep with you tonight."

"ya hear that, boys?" he booms, and you gape at him. "i get to sleep with my baby tonight, bitches!"

you're moritified. you hiss at him as you quickly usher him inside, closing the door as fast as you can, all the while kid grins to himself. a smile stays etched on his red lips — a smile so hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably, spellbound by love — as you struggle to strip him his stained clothes ("come on, let's just stay naked!") and into fresh pajamas ("do i have to put these on? can't we just stay na-" "no.")

finally, the two of you are tucked into bed, in clean clothes that smell like linen and lavender, cuddled under cozy covers. all is quiet in the captain's bedroom and it's not long before the exhaustion catches up to you. kid's chest is warm against you, and you let yourself fall aslee-

"hey."

you groan, "what?"

"i love you."

having already learned your lesson, you sigh.

"i love you too."

you pause, waiting for the follow-up mischief that will plague your attempts to sleep. but the only things that come are steady breathing and silence. satisfied, you return to your journey into dreamland.

until kid whispers, "hey."

you look up at him, so tired that you can barely manage to say, "what now?"

"will you marry me?"

he asks it so gently, so innocently, that you can't help but fall in love with him a little more than you already have. in the comfort of your solitude, in these quiet moments where it's just the two of you, this is when kid's love is the loudest.

he wraps an arm around you, pulls you closer to his heart, and you press your lips against his burning skin, right where his heart beats so fervently for you.

"idiot, i already did."

[queen-slayer-13]

I can't stop thinking about Suzuri and video games...

This is baby Suzuri crying at the sight of another child asking his mother (throwing a tantrum) to buy him another video game while he had none.

Then, thanks to Tsubaki and Roppo Ichiza, playing for the first time.

Look at his little face, he was so happy (excuse me while I go and cry in the corner... Tsubaki really represents me):

And now he's even teasing Sakura for sucking at playing video games haha.

[konigceo]

your first time with the colonel♡

lala's notes : when will the day come when i write an actual fic *sigh* MINNA APPROVED™️

cw : könig x afab!reader, smut, edging (kinda), unprotected sex, könig doesn't let u take him all, he doesn't cum :(, mein liebe as a petname, i call him peepaw like one time bc that man is at least in his late 30s!!!!!!, under 13 do not interact, I AM 15 YEARS OLD IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!

your first time with könig is so cute and soft :( he takes his tiiiiiiime you guys! he checks in so often and takes it sooo slow you might even get frustrated;; he just wants to make sure his love is feeling the best they ever will, that's all. könig would never even dare putting it all in the first time. he spends so long prepping you with his fingers and tongue, making you cum at least 2 times. he needs you to be as relaxed as you can be in order for this to be as smooth as possible after all :(

he makes youㅡnoㅡpractically forces you take only half of him, no matter how much you might beg him. "shh, mein liebe. you know better than to take all of me, do you not?" it doesn't matter if you take half or all of him though, he'll make you cum just as hard on either.

könig would never tell you that he has to edge himself when you're half way on his cock. he puts all his effort into not cumming so fast :( it's been so long since peepaw has had a good fucking and it's soo hard to contain himself when you're a mess for him.

könig works through the slight ache though, and makes sure you cum first. it's not proper for him to get to cum so fast. you couldn't care less, with how good his hips are rolling onto yours, and his fingers toying with your clit.

your orgasm rushes onto you unexpectedly, the pleasure overwhelming your body. the way you squeeze around könig makes his head faint. "mein liebe.. i- mphh..." he lets out a slight whimper. his head is filled with you, and only you. he knows better than to keep going, though. he's worked your body to a limit, and you know that, too.

könig slowly pulls his still hard cock out of your slick hole, admiring the sight in front of him. your pretty pussy all dripping for him, a faint ring of slick on the base of his cock :( he fucked you too good, didn't he? but if that was only half of him, imagine how heavenly taking his full length would be!!

könig lays next to you on your shared bed, trying his best to ignore the ache in his cock. he even thinks of rushing to the bathroom to get a quick release before sleep, but remembers you need a bath first. könig lifts you into his arms and draws a hot bath for you, making sure his love feels truly like his loved one.

könig presses a chaste kiss to your forehead as you melt into his arms, cherishing the lovely moment♡

(he in fact did jerk off in the middle of the night after u fell asleep)

comments & reblogs r always appreciated (๑>؂•̀๑)

[everpresence]

i don't know why some people demonize logic here. i guess it makes sense when it comes to the practical aspect (e.g., trying to figure out how your desires come into fruition in the 3D when it's really not your job to figure out the "how"), but we often mistake our limiting beliefs or our reliability on 3D as logic. true logic is rational thinking, and when logic is used in a way that helps you return to the state of wish fulfilled, it can actually be really helpful. let me explain.

when you find yourself fearing, worrying, checking the 3D, etc., then that is a key indicator that you're in a state of lack. that's when you have to ask yourself, "if i already am the person who has this desire, then does it logically make sense for me to worry about not having it?"

and when you contemplate on it by using logic, you'll realize that of course it doesn't make sense to worry about not having it. it's like when abdullah asked neville this: "if you already are in barbados, why would you be talking about going to barbados?"

so logic actually does help us recognize some weeds in our garden that is the belief system and throw them out. should you rely on it more than imagination? no. i believe that logic and imagination go hand-in-hand. instead of believing that logic is your enemy, you can choose to let it be your friend. it has a role to play, after all.