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god, i wish i knew you back when i was a kid / but when you stare into me now, it feels like i did
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk 266#jjk leaks#fr anon thank u fr the request i am once again emo thinking abt them#n denial fv....god end me put me out of my misery#itfs context makes the lyrics more . healing n hopeful as opposed to wistful and lonely :'<#'everything around me looks so different now / yet everything about me wants to show you around'#PLS PLS PSLPSSLPS ILL CRY ILL DO ITTTTT#anyway emo hours aside original plan was striped shirt yuuji but i gave up smile#put him in white t shirt jail yet again sighs i feel like i do tht with him so often.....#like kid megu that's just his canon outfit but yuuji i wanted 2 get a bit more creative. task failed :(#hes got mismatched socks n scuffed knees but thats abt it#i often think abt how in official art they always put gojo in a gd white t shirt and i go smh but then here i go#pot kettle etc etc#megumi voice whatever!!!!! white tshirt in sunlight Looks Good sue me#pls enjoy them :'> anon i hope i delivered
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hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(â§ââŚo)
do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)
(Ëľ â˘Ě á´ â˘Ě Ëľ ) oh! how about return to childhoodâmoshang flavor?
don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about
#just because junshang is going to throw a fit and doesn't know how to capitalize on a good thing doesn't mean mbj is the same#svsss#moshang#mobei jun#shang qinghua#mbj#sqh#return to childhood#he's finally small enough to fit on sqh's lap!#he's going to have sqh carry him *everywhere* until his qi evens out and he becomes full-sized again#maximize the spoiled prince vibe - sqh is going to be exhausted by the end of this he is not having as much fun as sqq#anyway the demon court is just going to have to bite their tongues and deal with it otherwise they'll have a full sized mbj come after them#though tbh this would be a fascinating au because yeah... just like with lbh there's probably enough people who'd be willing to gun for mbj#when he's small and severely weakened#but i love the idea of his throne suddenly being to big for him so he just makes sqh assist (cuddle)#anyway anon thanks for the prompt!! i am SO happy to draw more moshang and welcome any and all suggestions#either just about them or about the childhood!au#i really should play with the concept more... i have not been able to get into a writing mood lately but it'd be nice to finally write#a svsss fic - i've got at least a couple for both mdzs and tgcf after all#until then though: art!
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Jihoon lazy morning sex
You wake up entangled with each other from last night and what started out as innocent good morning kisses turns into his tongue in your mouth.
Gentle massages to your hips where he gripped you so hard you had faint bruising. Those turn into feeling you up and a tiredly groaned out. "Fuck, still so wet for me?"
That's all I've got. My brain is mush now
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.2k
Warnings: lil bit of fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, bruises from night before felt but not seen, cockwarming
AN: in my head, this is the somewhere in the middle couple but you don't have to read that to read this (you should read that tho i think it's my fav work of mine, for jihoon at least)
Warmth is the first thing you register as you start to awaken. The warmth of the early morning sun streaming in through the curtains you forgot to close, the warmth of the duvet that covers your naked body, the warmth of an arm curled around your shoulders and a chest beneath your head, the heart inside of it beating steadily.Â
The chest vibrates, a low, satisfied hum filling your ears as Jihoon stirs. His arm tightens around you, his other hand taking hold of your waist and shifting you over until you rest fully on top of him in a straddle. Still sleepy, you lift your head and stare at him, watching as he blinks his eyes halfway open and smiles softly at you before puckering his lips.Â
Taking that for the request you know it to be, you inch up until you can press your mouth to his in a good morning kiss. Itâs gentle, chaste, as are the three others you share immediately after. The next, however, is decidedly the opposite, his hand leaving your waist to cup your jaw and pull it down as his tongue slides between your lips.Â
The arm wrapped around your shoulders moves, his touch going first to the back of your neck where he squeezes gently before dragging his hand down the length of your spine, ending with his fingers gripping the flesh of your hip. The tips dig in, finding bruises you didnât know he gave you, making you whimper into his mouth and reach down to cover his hand with yours.Â
âSorry, baby, Iâm sorry,â he murmurs, immediately gentling his grasp and instead massaging at the fat of your hip with soothing fingers. He pets your soft skin, his hand inevitably meandering to your ass where he caresses and kneads before tugging the cheek to the side to open you up.Â
You gasp at the feeling, knowing what his destination is but not knowing how heâll get there. His touch leaves your face, drifting down your body to skim between your legs, his fingers gliding when he drags them through your folds.Â
âFuck, still so wet for me?â He groans raspily, exhaustion and lust evident in his voice.Â
âIâm always wet for you, Jihoon,â you mumble back, long past denying it to him or to yourself.
âGod, you get me hard so fuckinâ fast,â he shakes his head, dipping two of his fingers into your entrance as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. Itâs stuck between your body and his, and if you could just get your hips up, youâd be able to sink down and let him fill you and then you wouldnât feel empty like you do.Â
âI want you inside of me, please,â you beg before he decides to draw this out, well aware that if he gets it in his head to eat you out and/or fuck you with his fingers first, itâll be an hour or more of sweet, terrible torture.Â
You donât think you can wait that long, not when heâs hot and hard and leaking against you.Â
âI should stretch you out,â he says, sliding his fingers in as far as they go and scissoring them to push apart your walls.Â
âYou fucked me less than twelve hours ago, I can take you now, I promise,â you plead quietly, consciously relaxing so he can feel for himself just how pliable you are. He moans like he can feel the difference, and maybe he can because he pulls his fingers out and returns his hands to your hips, grasping carefully this time.Â
âGo ahead, baby,â he murmurs, holding you up so you can reach down and align his cock with your opening, groaning in unison with you as your pussy swallows him inch by inch.Â
He always makes you feel so full, so whole, so complete, and sometimes, itâs enough to bring tears to your eyes. He knows you, though, knows youâre a bit of a cry baby so he doesnât get concerned, just wraps one arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest and fills the other hand with your ass cheek to help you move, his fingers digging in harshly.Â
You wonât mind having more sore spots later, not when theyâre all evidence of him fucking you.Â
Thatâs what this is, even with you on top. Youâre still not in control of anything, not the pace, not the intensity, not the depth, but thatâs how you like it. You like that all you have to do is listen and be good, and heâll take care of you like you know you deserve.Â
On the next roll of your hips, he thrusts up into you, hitting so deep, you swear you can feel him in your guts. It makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut, your nails clawing at his chest when he does it again. His abs tense against your stomach as he holds you in place and starts bucking into you, the rhythm of his hips almost lazy but the force behind them fierce.Â
He fucks you into some sort of trance, the wicked push of his hips and pull of his hands hypnotic, especially with how tired you still are from last night. You think you could even fall asleep like this if it didnât feel so damn good, his cock dragging against every sweet spot you have as he slides in and out of you.Â
Your fatigue makes you even more susceptible to the pleasure, and when he works a hand between your hips and his and sets his fingertips on your clit, you know itâs over. He doesnât even have to move his fingers, the rocking of your bodies providing enough stimulation that youâre already whining, already fluttering around him, already right there on the edge.Â
Jihoon canât last in the mornings either, and youâre sure that as soon as you start to cum, heâll follow you. It almost makes you want to hold out just so you can feel this bliss for a bit longer, but thereâs also the option of breaking now, going back to sleep, and waking up to do it all over again.Â
You like that option, love it, in fact, so itâs easy to let the building wave of euphoria wash over you, a sharp gasp escaping your parted lips as your pussy ripples and squeezes around him. Just like you suspected he would, he groans raggedly and buries his face in your neck, his cock jumping against your walls as his cum spurts inside of you, filling you up to the brim.Â
The come down is slow, with syrupy sweet kisses and affectionate words being dreamily exchanged, bringing you closer and closer to slumber.Â
âDo you want to get up?â He asks quietly, grinning when you sleepily pout and answer, âNo.â
âGood, me neither. Letâs just stay like this.âÂ
âLove you.â
âLove you too, baby.â
#are these pictures two years old? yes#will i ever let go of them? no#esp when he never fucking posts selfies#he looks so round so soft i need to bite his cheeks#then i need him to **** me into the mattress#n e ways thank u for this anon#wanted to write woozi so bad for so long#â¨emily writesâ¨#â¨emily answersâ¨#seventeen smut#svt smut#seventeen x reader#seventeen fic#kpop smut#jihoon smut#jihoon x reader#woozi x reader#woozi smut
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thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???
ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!
naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :â) im sorry
biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33
simonâs hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd â so far, none yet.
simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.
âwhat?â
ânothinâ, sweet girl.â he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. âcome on, i see âem.â
he shifts the two of you, the hand thatâs settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.
(you donât notice the way many people shift to get out of simonâs way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you donât notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon â ghost â with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you donât notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghostâs girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)
he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnnyâs already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyleâs seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of johnâs familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.
âfinally made it, huh lass?â johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own helloâs. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.
âhad to make a quick stop at 7-11,â simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.
âoh did you?â john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how theyâre all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.
âhad to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.â
itâs endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.
âare you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?â kyle asks.
you nod, quick to reassure them. âthe medicine worked! iâm feelinâ better, i promise!â
they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simonâs side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you â your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.
simonâs grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what heâs getting.
âwhiskey, maybe,â he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. âyou getting your bellini today, love?â
âyes please,â you reply, blinking up at him.
his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.
you turn to the group, tuning into johnnyâs rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you werenât able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that itâs fine that youâre missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.
âenglish, mactavish,â simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.
simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again â your clingy boy.
the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories â johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who heâs sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.
âyour turn, big guy,â you say, tapping simonâs knee.
simon finishes his whiskey â his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips â before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isnât enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.
he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.
âgonna grab us more drinks,â you say. âoh, tell âem about the gas station incident!â
he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. âdrinks?â
they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying heâd have to order for himself because heâd want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simonâs arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.
you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. itâs a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.
you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isnât simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the strangerâs touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.
the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. âhey there, angel.â
the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.
âhi,â you squeak, not letting him off your sight.
âyou seem new here. i am too.â he laughs, scratching his neck. then, âit really ainât my scene.â
âuh-huh,â you say, not knowing what else to tell him.
his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. âso, whatâs a sweet thing like you doing alone here?â
âshe ainât alone, kid,â the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.
the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. âgo bother someone else.â
the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. âoh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.â
the phrase hits you badly.
your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where theyâre pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.
âwhat did you just say?â you ask, your voice a measured anger. âiâm fucking what now?â
he raises his hands up like heâs pacifying you. âhey, hey. didnât mean that, my pretty girl-â
âsheâs not your anything, you mad wanker.â
the sound of simonâs voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simonâs doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.
âoh,â the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. âi, uh, iâm sorry, ghost.â then heâs off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.
you huff at the realization that the mad man didnât even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.
âyou doinâ alright there, baby?â simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool â you are sure those were filled just minutes ago⌠â and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.
he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.
âiâm sorry, sweetheart. i shouldâve accompanied you.â simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.
you coo at him, itâs your turn to cup his jaw this time. âiâm alright, si. i promise.â
he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesnât have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.
âthank you again,â you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.
âyeah,â he says, addressing the bartender. âthanks for beinâ here for my girl, alex.â
the bartender â alex â just waves his hand around in dismissal. âitâs nothinâ, really. now go away, i want customers.â
simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?
simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.
âŚalex?
âwait. thatâs alex?â
best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, itâs for his girl!!!
me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what shouldâve been a drabble: well nowâŚ
#suns.f#biker!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#anon#ask#suns#deviously screaming!! i love scary ghost but a sweetheart to his girl <333 thank u sm anon for this i hope u like it hhhhh
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I had a little idea that John has Sherlock walk Archie sometimes for âmuch needed bondingâ
inbox open for Sherlock & Co. Requests!
#Thank you to the anon who requested some Archie content!#sherlock & co#sherlock and co#sherlock holmes#john watson#wanted to experiment with some brighter colors!#Also I sent my first post to John through his email and he loved it Iâve passed away#He said he saved it to his phone immediately Iâm weeping
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his majesty gets (takes) a lil kissy kiss
(that anon was right, i do need to draw reader kissing these guys more)
#bad end wukong#twice as bad au#click for quality cause mobile is stupid#made an alt to the macaque one thanks to that anon who rightfully pointed out that reader hasnât been giving her hubbys many smooches#manâs just got outta a big battle victorious and wants his wife to congratulate him#heâs only a lil messy itâs fine
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In a world where jason todd likes to see his girl in red *sighs dreamily*
DOn't get me started!!!!!
Like Jay who never understood the appeal of nail polish and manicures until he looked down at your hand in his one day, or wrapped around his cock and was suddenly obsessed seeing his shade of red on your fingertips.
Jay who pretends he's not watching intently as you try on every shade of lipstick or gloss in your collection, trying to find the perfect match for your outfit, but when you ask which one he likes the most he tells you without hesitation; â2 shades back.â
God and if you leave transfers on his lips, jaw, neckline! He turns as red as the rouge, starin' at it in every reflection, glaring down anyone give him a funny look over it.
Jay who 'lets' you 'drag' him shopping with you. Who carries all your bags and ignores any asshole bfs/husbands who complain about being in the same situation as he waits for you to come out of the changing room.
"So, what do you think?" You ask, twirling around in the fourth dress of the day. "I've gotta pick one." All of them look great on you, his girls a head turner for sure, but "What about the red one we saw in the window?" Internally he's been just as excited as you had been outwardly when you'd both seen it, but it was out of your budget and thatâs exactly what you begin to tell him but he's already up, asking the shop assistant for one in your size. Can't hurt to try it on at least. When you emerge from the cubicle minutes later, Jay knows itâs the one. There's no way you're leaving the store without it. "What do you think?" He asks and you frown, at your reflection. "It's beautiful, but I still can't afford it." "Don't worry." He's up from the bench, holding your hand in the air as he encourages you to do a little spin for him so he can soak in every inch of you. "My treat." What his girl wants, she gets he'll tell anyone who asks. Not that he's a simp for her in his shade of red.
#for my girly girls lmao#anon#gilverranswers#thanks for the ask!#jason todd#red hood#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#Dicks also a fiend for this with his shade of blue but he's way more open about it#nsft
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social anxiety is making me hate myself for asking this but i was wondering if you had an adult polyphemus design for the band au? cause i adore the child design you have for him but iâm so so intrigued in what he looks like all grown up in his own band. ack, have a nice rest of your time.
of course! here he is :-)
to clarify: odysseus isn't directly responsible for polyphemus's injury here! think more like a really poorly timed/placed shove directly into a sharp object.
#awnrii art#its a shame i drew him so mad here#band!polyphemus is a generally nice guy#if you dont get on his bad side of course#epic the musical#epic the musical fanart#epic band au#polyphemus#polyphemus epic the musical#his band logo is the polyphemus moth :-)!#asks#thanks for the ask anon!
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blowing your bill a kiss because he was also one of my faves back in the heyday
The kiss cartoonishly lands on his cheek. He is now sending pics of your kiss to ford to make him jealous. congrats! you are now a culprit of his obsessive behaviour!
#bill cipher#human bill cipher#gravity falls#billford#also thank you so much anon that means a lot#he is my little baby ... evil baby#i need to do some sheets of all the fits i put him in#after 10 years i finally enjoy drawing a yellow suit on him lmao#i told him to slay and he put on his slutty yellow suit.#tessart#tess chatting it up
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oh my god, he's managed to brainwash Lance into scooting....
#thanks anon for informing me about this !!! â¤ď¸đ#nando so aggressive with his kicks while lance is just gently tugging along with just his toes đđđđđđđ#strollonso#lance stroll#fernando alonso#zhou guanyu#hungarian gp
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TWISTERS (2024) requested by anonymous
#javi was so disappointed in the 2nd gif he had to get out of the shot#twisters#kate carter#daisy edgar jones#tyler owens#glen powell#javi rivera#anthony ramos#katecarteredit#tylerowensedit#glenpowelledit#daisyedgarjonesedit#filmgifs#filmedit#movieedit#moviegifs#twistersedit#twistersgif#twisters 2024#kaizschetwistersgifs#hi anon if you're seeing this your request will be divided in separate posts. thank you!
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I love it when krakoa charlesâ cerebro makes it look like he has cat ears on
you guys know those cat headphones ......
bonus:
#xmen#xmen comics#charles xavier#professor x#snap sketches#PLEASE IVE BEEN WANTING TO DOODLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOREVER thank you anon .....#i give his regular helmet lil triangle bumps specifically because of this thinking vjLKVJev#just give him lil ears ........
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wwantin Calamari shouldn't havve to be an underwwater fuckin brawwl wwith a damn Kracken any time I get a cravvin for somethin other than basic slop!
Damn stupid sea creatures makin my life harder!
(bonus doodle lol)
wworth it
#askthisfishprince#((boy got his calamari in the end lol))#((also thank you anon!))#((i don't think my art would taste very good but here u go lol))#((also I know Eridan would just shoot it lol but where's the fun in that?))#((maybe it took his ahabs crosshairs or somethin lol))#eridan ampora#homestuck#eridan ask blog#ask eridan#feferi peixes#homestuck feferi
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heyyy I have some questions for Noel and Kuuya!! I just wanna hold them in the palm of my hand
What are their biggest turn ons? Like if you do this we are running to the bedroom immediately
On a scale of 1-10 how jealous are they?
What kinda music do they listen to just in general?
I love your work sm and Noel and Kuuya and my little babies. Also I love your art style! Thank you!!
careful they are squishy................
1. Noel likes submission. Kuuya likes any sign of reciprocation (so if u match his freak LOL). I did a post on their whole list of kinks here.
2. honestly? they're both at an 8.
3. Noel listens to a lot of stuff but mainly alt-rock ,garage house, and R&B. On occasion he also listens to classical music, because that's what he listened to when he was at the hospital as a child.
Kuuya listens to recordings of your voice/ breathing he secretly took. Other than that, he likes shoegaze and grunge. He used to own a guitar from his highschool days, when he was almost in a band. It's long been sold though. Also, his guilty pleasure is 80s j-pop.
#ask#anon#yandere oc#kuuya posting#noel posting#thank you for liking my art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mwah#me totally not projecting all of my music taste onto my ocs#kuuya didnt end up being in the band because he had a falling out with his bandmate :(#i was gonna assign him to be bass player but no...........he doesnt have the swag
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You are everything I aspire to be
If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.
This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.
Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.
It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.
So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.
#tumblr#lifestyle#advice#life#nature#animals#answers by mark#anon#anonymous#yes the tumblr scientist named his child Q what of it#also you should not aspire to be me#or like me#at all#I am a hot mess#totally chaotic and extremely stressed#months behind on my emails#and badly overcommitted#but of course when all you see are cute frogs I understand why you would feel that way anon#just letting you know that I am struggling just as much as the next person#though of course as a very privileged person it is substantially different than most#my troubles are largely of my own making#anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk
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#1. thanks anons đĽšđ¤#2. he should be in the paddock covering his ears like that. i am once again throwing up blood#3. AND THEN HE DISAPPEARS IN A PLUME OF SMOKE#f1#daniel ricciardo
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