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[sollucets]

only friends episode 3 bts x neomark talking about boston

[fexarii]

Two flavors of sneo 3/4 headshots

I like drawing him with both slitted eyes and pupil + iris eyes .. . (First one also had slight animatronic inspo cuz my sneo is a biomechanical animatronic)

[wildtornado-o]

OBSESSED WITHT HEM... (also I know this is current(ish) roman with current Neo but its very sad we dont get to see any ponytail roman </3)

LOVE THE FACT THIS PORTRAIT IS LIKE RIGHT AFTER THEY KILLED HER PARENTS DSHKFHSDKSD

He's just having fun <3 <3

Mr Torchwick I am obsessed with you. (And his EXPRESSIONS?? I loveee that they kept him super expressive)

Still keeping his fantastic table manners I see ;)

NO ONE IS DOING IT LIKE THEY ARE..

this shot looks like a proud father showing off his kid SDHKFSD

bro is jus- bro is just standing there

I'm in love with him

AUGH. Every scene where they are the least bit affectionate to each other has me MELTING they were Besties.

this is the face of a girl who has lost her everything.

[inmydrcams]

something about finally seeing cosmos after almost 30 years just makes me so emotional 😭😭😭😭

[boycigs]

I would love to see it if ever done

have you done a witch theme?

mmm I don't think I have, done a hand full though. a couple green, probably a couple blue, a few red. black and white is a staple theme

[synthbug]

Anyone can join in if they want to ^_^

tagged by @hyenagirlbulge smile

Challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

i tag ummmm . @calabrithedragon @chihirolovebot @nexfarious @enby-berries do it if you want : )

[ghosts-to-reid]

Neo Gothic V

Summary: Reader delves into her past, shocking the BAU. Spencer decides to plan evening to distract you, but it doesn't go quite as planned.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Mentiones of murder, decapitation, disembodyment, genrerally if you cant watch a slasher or a porno maybe dont read this, look after yourselves! Dom!Spence, Unprotected sex (dont do that!), breeding link if u squint, spencer being a cocky shit in bed (did i forget anything)

A/N: Mommy cooked! I spent two days writing this i hope you enjoy

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Finale / Masterlist / Bibliography

The sun was beating down onto you as you shut your car door with a slam. Peeking through your sunglasses, you looked around your parents property, trying to find some sort of sign of life from them. On days like this, your mother would usually be tending her garden, whilst your dad was fiddling with something in the garage. Yet, there was no sign of either of them. You had tried to call a week ago, your usual weekly check in, but had assumed you missed them, assuming they’d gone out. Paying it no mind though, as you had planned this surprise trip already, missing your own misfit parents.

Your mum was an avid gardener, she was enthralled by the beauty of the natural world. She would teach you to appreciate every plant, every bug, and appreciate the cycle of life that was so integral to her garden. She explained in great detail how to care for tomatoes, the importance of gentle touches and how delicate an ecosystem can be, how one small change can disrupt the cycle forever. She even taught you to appreciate the ugly sides of nature, the rot, the decay, she didn’t view this as any sort of sign of failure, only the signs that the cycle of life was turning. 

To no surprise, she was also a poet, your father joked about how she was born in the wrong century, and that she would be far more at home besides the naturalists of the 18th century, to which she’d tease her attraction towards Byron. Her words were always littered with floral inspirations, and her clear love for life.

Meanwhile, your father was far more on the mad scientist side of things, he would tinker away in his garage on cars, or be locked away in the storm cellar that he had converted into a woodwork shop. You couldn’t remember the last time you had bought a piece of furniture since he had done this, he had been carving and building things for as long as you could remember. It brought him joy to create things from nothing.

Deciding they were probably inside, you let yourself in, the door already unlocked. The house had an eerie stillness to it that you weren’t accustomed to. Making your way through room to room, you saw no evidence of your parents. The tv was off, so was the radio, there weren’t any signs of breakfast or lunch being made in the kitchen. A buzzing caught your attention as you looked around the kitchen, a few flies had seemingly made a home in the now putrid fruit bowl. A sickly sweet decay floated in the air, making you unintentionally gag. 

Your unease began to build at the sight, now following your legs as they frantically searched the house. 

“Mom? Dad?” You called, searching the dining room, futility making you believe they may be sitting there. Practically sprinting up the stairs, you threw open room by room. Each as empty as  the last. 

Trying not to panic, you make your way downstairs, heart still beating fast, you think about the possibility of their whereabouts.

Both of their cars were still parked outside, they had to be home. Hell, the front door wasn’t locked. There’s no neighbours for at least another mile or two, and they wouldn’t have walked it. They were fairly big loners after all, they wouldn’t go out of their way like that.

The storm cellar was the only place you hadn’t checked.

Making your way outside, you creeped to the shutters. There it was again, that sickly sweet smell that had lingered in the kitchen, only this time, it was almost too sweet to bare. Catching sight of your mothers garden, it was wilted and soulless, a far cry from the once vibrant display it once was. Petals and leaves drooped in melancholy at their abandonment, whilst her vegetables sat half devoured by the snails and slugs who had feasted on them. The nerves in your body felt stilted as you reached your hand to open the cellars latch, and you were met with a stench of decay the moment you swung the hatch open. Stepping away you gagged once more, bringing your hand to cover your nose and  mouth in disgust.

Turning to the cellar door, you gazed into the darkness,Uncertainty flooded you as you gingerly took the first step down the staircase, then the next, and the next. The stench grew as did your fear. Reaching blindly for the cord, finally illuminating the scene in front of you.

An inconsolable sob freed itself from your throat as your eyes scanned the scene before you. 

Your parents had been disembodied. Parts of them were strung around the room as if a rabid animal had been cornered by them and attacked. It was a gruesome scene, almost mimicking a butcher's shop in the display. Organs were hung from bannisters, body parts partially filled with chunks missing. 

An organised tableaux of sanguination.

Finally, you spotted their heads. Facing you, as if a greeting, placed with a gentle care that didn’t match the rest of the room. There, they laid on your fathers woodwork bench. Leaning one another, as they have done when alive.

Fear had rooted you in place as you took the scenes in around you. The stench burning your nose as flies buzzed and maggots squirmed in the remains of your family, the room a lot louder than you had expected. Finally, you found the strength to flee. There was no sign of another person on the property, you had no idea how long they had been left like that. Springing to call the police, the rest was a blur.

The cops came and questioned you, you were frantic at your discovery. The flashing lights, the ambulances, then the news crews. Police had managed to keep you hidden well enough from them, but you were inconsolable. Eventually, the medics had to sedate you.

The next day, when you woke to the bright lights of the hospital, a nurse was by your side in a moment. At first, you didn’t remember what you had seen, but when the nurse explained why you were there, the memories came stampeding back, crushing you under their weight.

During your stay at the hospital, the police had caught the man who had done this to your parents. He wasn’t some fantastic serial killer as you might expect, but just a drug addict, who had been living in a shack in the forest that joined your property. He had taken too much one night and had a break, finding your parents and believing them to be evil spirits or some kind of demonic threat, he pleaded guilty and was awarded the death penalty. 

There was solace in the knowledge he was caught and put away, but there would still be that inkling fear of the unknown to you. Why, out of everyone, were your parents his victims? Why did he choose them? Why did your life have to be turned off of the rails because of someone else's problems? There was still a lot that had been left a mystery to you.

By the end of your stay, you had to be sedated twice more, and was very nearly admitted to their psych ward for a short stay whilst you regain your composure. Diagnosed with PTSD and Anxiety during your stay, You agreed to therapy sessions with a therapist and taking medication on your return to college.

This is when your fascination with the Gothic genre accelerated, you had found interest in them before, but now it was sparked by another fascination. It was an almost macabre curiosity you had, as if you would find the answers for the brutality of your parents death were hidden in the words. As if Walpole or Stoker would be able to answer why this happened. Slowly, you began to focus more on them than any other genre, forgetting Bronte and Austen, and turning to more darker fiction. There was comfort in the fact that the villain was always defeated, the victim always having a happy ending after their hardship, but you couldn’t believe that that was the end. Where were the people like you? Those left in the wake of destruction, the victims who have to live in the trauma of what had taken place. It was an almost never ending search to find yourself in those pages.

A month had passed before you had to drop out. The mental strain of what you had seen, combined with academic stress was something you couldn’t handle. Your therapist had supported this decision, and encouraged you to take time for yourself, maybe go away for a while. After all, you were lacking the emotional solace you needed right now. Family was lacking, most of your parents family already dead, except an estranged uncle of your fathers who lived in Alaska. He wasn’t ever the most emotionally affirming man.

That was when you decided to move to Virginia. Knowing that wasn’t her meaning, you still rationalised it for yourself. There was no chance that you would ever step foot in that house again after what you had seen, their house was theirs and owned outright, you could move in tomorrow if you had wanted. But the knowledge of what had happened froze you in your tracks whenever you attempted to enter. College was also poisoned, you had become a lightning rod for shallow sympathy. Professors were marking your assignments less harshly, their feedback becoming vapid at best, strangers hugged you in pity, and the looks of despair that many gave you were far too much for you to handle. Now known as the girl whose parents had died horrifically, you decided on a fresh start.

Packing up a U-haul, you sold your car, locked up your parents house tight, and finally, drove away.  Never returning since, never looking back, simply forward into the unknown of your future.

Now, you sat in the briefing room of the BAU, a team gathered around you with almost unreadable expressions as they listened to your story. It was you who had decided to tell the team, after Tyler’s head… Maybe there were connections here that you missed. Maybe the man who had killed your family wasn’t who they had sentenced and now the original killer has returned to finish the family massacre he started. There were too many unknowns. 

JJ knew that your parents had died, but hadn’t been privy to how, she made her way over to where you sat, now with tears falling, and handed you a box of tissues before placing a kind arm around your shoulders.  No one knew what to say, they were used to being able to separate themselves from crimes such as this, but they never guessed they would have been working with a victim of one so closely without even an inkling. Hotch was stoic, arms crossed with a hand resting on his chin, deep in thoughts that gave no allusions to his face. Derek was silently seething that this had been happening to you and they had no idea, whilst Emily was simply speechless, blinking whilst trying to find her words. 

Spencer, of course, was less surprised, but you could see his anguish written all over him. Of course, you had told him they were murdered before, but you had avoided the details. He was shocked at how well you had managed to hide this from the team, and how they had missed this. 

Eventually, Hotch was the one who spoke first.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn’t have pressured you to help us before-”

“Why did you never tell us, Sweetheart?” Derek interrupted Hotch, his voice stern but soft. He wasn’t angry at you, just the situation. The rest of the team seemed relieved that he voiced this, thinking the same themselves. “We would have supported you, you know?”

All you could do was shake your head, JJ softly dropped her hold on you as you wiped your eyes once more.

“I-I didn’t want to be that person… I’ve been the person before, the person who is pitied… I just wanted to move on, I wanted to escape that… My parents, I love them, I miss them more than I can explain. It’s just that every time I tried to… It’s like this stabbing pain, here, right in the middle of my chest. It aches and aches until it webs out and I can feel every ounce of pain, just, burning through my muscles.” A deep breath “I wasn’t there. The man who did that to them… I just…” And then you were crying again. Spencer quickly made his way over to you before you tried to speak more, shaking his head at the rest of the team before helping you up

“I think the team has everything they need from you right now, let's go grab some air.” He nodded to Hotch before leading you away. Leaving the team in the wake of their revelation.

The team had a mixed bag of emotions, sadness and sympathy, of course, but also anger. Anger that they had been co existing with you for nearly a year whilst you had been silently suffering with this weight on your shoulders, and that they had neglected their own. They’re profilers, why hadn’t they noticed your withdrawal? Things began slowly clicking into place on why you had been so distant until now. You were afraid of living through that again.

“I consulted on that case…” Hotch spoke quietly. “It wasn’t serial, but with nature the locals had asked our guidance. It was random, no premeditation…” Sighing, he stood, turning to the board. Derek and Emily shared a knowing look before joining him. The team now had renewed vigour to solve this case.

Things slowly began to fall into place from there. The unsub had ties in Texas, obvious from the Harley Walls case. Turning their attention to connections between Tyler and her, They also began to dig into your parents' original case. Digging deeper to find if anything had been missed beforehand. They delve into your background more, trying to find anyone who may be connected enough to accomplish this terrible mission.

It was later in the evening now, The team had exhausted you with questions about your past, trying to follow any lead they could, But it was for the better. By the end of the day, the team had built a profile.

“White male, aged 35-50, average height, possibly above average build due to the nature of the crimes. He has an intricate knowledge of both the gothic and Y/N’s life. This may be due to his own research into you. He is a stalker, an intimacy seeker. We believe that he has seen something in Y/N that he wants, he has deluded himself that Y/N fits the trope of a damsel in distress from a gothic novel. He is replicating novels to gain her attention, using her interest as a mode and manipulating the BAU to investigate. He knew where she worked and that we would be called in, that we would ask her for help. We know that he had a partner in Texas, so he is organised enough to plan ahead, and we know he is able to manipulate people. His behaviour is devolving, now directly addressing Y/N with what he sees as gifts. He thinks of himself as a hero, trying to save Y/N. Something has triggered his devolution, and we have been unable to predict his next moves thus far.”

With this profile, you gave the team the three people who may be involved. Your therapist, Dr. Bell, your professor, Dr. Purcell, and your uncle, Kirk Quarles. The team were then off to investigate them further, sending you and Spencer back to his apartment for the night.

You sluggishly made your way to Spencer’s couch, you hadn’t spoken much after you told the team about your parents. He was concerned, he hadn’t seen you eat today yet, he could see your gradual withdrawal through the day, the beginning of a spiral. He was familiar with how they looked, he had been through enough of them himself, his kidnapping and addiction to dilaudid gave him enough to know the signs, even before you might notice them. Spencer sat beside you, you were staring off into the black screen of the tv, not noticing the dip in the sofa beside you. Seeing your dissociation, He grasped your hand in his, bringing your attention to him.

“Where did you go?” He asked, tracing his fingers along the creases of your palm. You kept your eyes focused on the movements of his fingers with a shrug, your only response. 

“Just thinking…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head. 

“Just… I had to talk about a lot of things today that I never wanted to touch again… Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?” Your voice cracked lightly, Spencer pulled you into him, enveloping you in warmth. He grasps the back of your head, lightly stroking it, silently comforting you. 

No words were needed for you to know you were safe here with him, that there wouldn’t be a head waiting on the step for you, or that whoever this crazy man was, he wouldn’t be able to touch you whilst you were with Spencer.

“Why don’t you take a bath? And I’ll order us some food, okay? Then we can do whatever you want, we can ignore everything for tonight.” His voice was nearly muffled in your hair, but you nodded into his chest, lifting away from him and wiping your eyes. Making quick work, Spencer goes to start the bath whilst you gather your things, joining him in the bathroom. He was facing the tub, checking the temperature. You could smell lavender and chamomile, and saw bubbles in the tub, you watched as he grabbed a towel from a small cabinet in the corner. Finally, he turned and noticed you, leaning against the door frame watching him. A small smile found his features, as he approached you

“I’ll go order some food” He moved to walk past you but you held an arm out to stop him, pausing for a moment before speaking, nerves beginning to pull at your throat.

“Can you stay?” His eyes widened slightly “I just… I don’t want to be on my own…” 

Spencer blinked at you for a minute, mouth opening and closing, trying to find his words. 

“Is that… I mean… I-”

“You don’t have to get in with me!” You quickly added “Just, sit with me?” 

His mouth shut when you finished. Looking into your eyes he saw that remnant of fear from earlier still hiding, and he couldn’t say no. After a moment, he placed his hands softly on your hips, dipping to press a small kiss to your temple.

“Do you want me to read to you?” He spoke softly, nodding in reply he gave your hips a small squeeze before he let go  “Why don’t you get in whilst I grab a book? What do you want to read?” 

“Whatever you want to, I don’t care.” You hum, he simply nods in acknowledgement leaving whilst you undressed and stepped into the warm water. It felt soothing on your muscles, you hadn’t realised how much tension you were holding until you sank deeper into the bubbles. The smell of lavender and chamomile doing their jobs of relaxing you. A few moments later, Spencer knocked on the door, entering when you answered, his eyes glued to the ground. Though you’re covered with bubbles, he still avoided looking at you until he was sitting, back to the side of the tub on the floor. You moved your arms over the side, resting your head there whilst Spencer looked at you finally.

“I thought that maybe you’d enjoy a romance rather than… you know” He sheepishly held up a worn copy of pride and prejudice. Smiling, you hum a contented sigh. He opens the book, reading from the pages softly as you sit and listen to his voice, being soothed by his soft baritone.

After half an hour, you felt like you were shrivelling up like a prune. Spencer excused himself whilst you towelled off and dressed. As you did, you thought back on your… relationship? With Spencer. He had been kind and attentive from the very moment you first spoke. Never pushing, always gentle. No one had taken care of you like this before, you had never allowed them to. You had wondered why you had allowed yourself to be so vulnerable around him so quickly, but you couldn’t find a clear answer. There was simply just a feeling of safety between you two. 

Finally, you make your way back to his living room, where he is now sitting in his pyjamas. He is scrolling his phone, no doubt for the food he had promised before your bath. You sank down next to him, and leaned into his side, he absent mindedly pulled you closer, arm snaking around your shoulders as you snuggled closer, as if second nature. He was on a food delivery app like you thought, trying to compare the prices between two restaurants. This made you smile and let out an amused sigh. 

Once the pair of you had eaten, a silence settled over the apartment. It was comfortable, as you laid on top of Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as his arms were lazily wrapped around you, both of your attentions on a documentary that Spencer had chosen. This routine that you had both settled into was easy, no communication needed. It was as if this was your normal, and as you laid there, the more you realised how much you wanted this to be permanent. Spencer wanted to take things slow, and do things traditionally, but it was past that point now. There wasn’t a reset button that would allow him to wine and dine you properly, this wasn’t a normal way to date, but you didn’t care about that.

Born out of something horrific, your connection with Spencer was clear. You wanted to stay like this forever. As usual, it was like Spencer had a radar for when you got lost in your thoughts, as he lightly tapped your back to get your attention.

“What are you thinking about now?” He hummed, brow furrowed with small concern. Blinking softly up at him, you looked at him between your lashes. 

“You…” Was your soft reply, his brow relaxed along with his eyes, his arms pulling tighter around you as he smiled

“Yeah, what about me?” 

“Just about how… safe you make me feel. How much i enjoy this, and how i don't want it to stop...” 

He took a deep breath, smiling as he rubbed your back soothingly “I don’t either…”

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to take me out properly, you know” You let a small laugh out, propping yourself up slightly on your elbows to get a better look at his face. Moving your hand to softly move a stray hair from his forehead “But I’m not upset about it… I’ve liked this…”

“I have too…” He leaned in, his forehead now resting against yours. Both of your breaths were shallow as you stared into each other's eyes “Can I tell you something?” A soft nod from you before he continued “I wanted to ask you out for so long, I had a crush on you from the first time I saw you.”

His confession elicited a giggle from you, quirking a brow 

“You did?”

“Mhmm… I did, that’s why I offered to share a room, I thought It’d be an opportunity to get to know you better. I guess I was right, though I didn’t expect it to happen quite like this.” Both of you broke out into a small laugh, he moved his hands to your hips, whilst you unintentionally moved to straddle him. 

“Can I tell you something?” You smiled to him, pressing your foreheads together once more

“Go on”

“I liked you too…” You felt like a teenager again, giddy over a love confession from someone who clearly already liked you. Still, you revelled in the warm feeling that took over the feeling of impending doom that had been haunting you the last few days. 

“Oh really?” He quirked a teasing brow, you nodded shyly, which only brought a bright smile to his face. “I guess that the room mishap was a good thing in the end then?” 

Huffing a small laugh out in response, you placed a small kiss on his forehead. Resting yours against where your lips had just been. There was a moment of stillness between you, something left unspoken. 

“Why Are we waiting then?” You asked, voice barely a whisper. Spencer closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his hands up your waist.

“I don’t know…” Was all he could say, his voice meagre as he met your eyes once more. There was longing between you both, palpable in the thick air surrounding you. It was then you realised your compromising position, and you swallowed thickly. 

You were sitting on top of him, legs either side, as he held your hips. You were leaning forward enough for him to peek at your cleavage, when he realised you saw his Adam's apple bob as he tried to look elsewhere. You took the initiative, and kissed him softly.

He was styled at first, unsure of what to do. Finally, his desire won as he began to kiss you back. What started as a slow, tender kiss, quickly turned feverish. Things left unfinished, things that were unsaid, rising to the surface as your tongues began to fight for dominance. Absentmindedly, you ground your hips down onto Spencer, electing a load groan from him. His fingers gripped your waist tighter as he bucked up, hitting between your legs. Now, it was your turn to moan, Spencer swallowed the sound as he pulled your hips down, seeking more friction. 

He bucked against your clothed folds lightly, teasing you, and quickly turning you into a moaning mess. You could feel the wetness between your thighs growing with each buck of his growing member against you, His groans becoming louder each time.

His lips moved to your neck, nibbling at your tender spots. Rolling your hips against his, you began to chase the high that was quickly approaching. Your hand found his hair, your fingers pulling at the strands between your fingers softly. 

“Spencer…” You mewled, causing him to grind against you harder, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his lips clamped onto a sensitive spot on your collar bone. “Im- Im so close-” You were cut off abruptly when Spencer stopped. Eliciting a strangled cry of anger from you in the absence of him. He sat up quickly, and moved you to your back, now straddling you. Your legs are wrapped around him still, but looking between the two of you, you saw his large member through his pants, It caused you whine lightly with want, hips moving to find the friction that they had just a moment ago

“Not yet… I’ve waited too long for this” His tone had changed, voice darker and filled with lust. He ducked his head to kiss you again, he was fighting to control himself, it was clear in his restrained kiss. His hands began to wander all over your body, squeezing your breasts as his hand ran over them. Arching your back, you moaned into the kiss. You felt him smirk against your mouth before pulling away. He looked down at you, a panting mess beneath him, hair messy, eyes blown out with lust. A new side of Spencer was slowly revealing itself to you, and it excited you to no end.

“You're Sure you want to do this?” His eyes wandered as he spoke, taking in your curves, taking in the sight of your skin that was peeking out from your messed up shirt. Nodding feverishly, he picked you up from the couch with a squeal from you before he took you to his bedroom. He softly placed you onto the bed, kissing you as he stood, Unbuttoning his shirt before once again positioning himself on top of you.

His hands began to explore your body once more, now braving under the thing layer of your vest. A gasp escaped you as you felt the cold of his fingers against your skin, but were quickly soothed by the trail of fire left in their wake. You felt electricity with each one of his touches. His hand slowly made its way to the waistband of your pants, tugging lightly to ask permission.

“Yes, please.” You moaned, eager to be touched by him. A small groan escaped him as he kissed you again, his hand sinking beneath the fabric.

He slowly moved his hand to your pussy, moving slowly through your folds as he gathered your slick on his fingers, A cocky small now on his features as he pulled away from your kiss, watching your reactions to his touch eagerly. 

“I’ve barely touched you and your this wet?” His voice was husky in your ear, as he spoke he teased your now sensitive bud, causing you to jerk your hips slightly, chasing the sensation. Unable to speak, he simply huffed out another small laugh “So needy for me baby…” 

He continued to tease your clit, the slow pace was killing you, you needed more.

“Spencer, please…” You gasped, arm moving to grasp his hair once more, lightly tugging at the brown strands. He moaned at the sensation, which made you clench around nothing. His pace sped up for a moment, a loud whine breaking the near silence of the apartment. Smirking once more, Spencer removed his fingers from your clit. Another whine, this time one of dissatisfaction. 

“Why do you keep stopping-” Your complaint was interrupted by the feeling of Spencer's finger penetrating you. His face was filled with pride as he watched you writhe under him in pleasure, he hadn’t even undressed you yet. He started slowly, once more enjoying the view of your face as it twisted in pleasure. You were unravelling before him, and he loved it. Your hands moved to pull off your pants, to allow him more access to you. He removed his hand, pulling your pants the rest of the way off for you. Then, he moved between your thighs, standing with them either side of him. He observed you once more, staring down at you almost intimidatingly, admiring his work. You were breathless, half dressed, in a mess of sheets and hair splayed. He had never seen anyone look so beautiful. His gaze began to make you self conscious, you began to move to close your legs, embarrassed by his stare, but he roughly gripped your thighs to pry them open once more.

“I thought you wanted me to touch you?” He asked, teasing as he sank slowly to his knees. Your breathing quickened with excitement as you realised his intention, legs opening wide for him once more. “Good girl” was all he spoke before attacking your clit with his tongue.

A loud moan escaped you as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue against your sensitive bud. It was ecstasy, he looked up to you between his eyelashes, looking almost innocent as he ate you out like a mad man. He added back his finger, pumping in and out of you at the same pace of his tongue. You were so close to the edge, and then he added another finger. Grabbing his hair you pulled him closer, riding his face as you began to reach your climax

“Fuck, Spencer… I'm so close…” He continued his pace, you could feel his smile against your pussy. “I'm gonna… Im gonna” 

His groan vibrated against you, and it sent you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, your legs involuntarily squeezing his head between your thighs as you rode out your high. His fingers slowed their pumping as he helped you work through it.

For a moment, all you could see was stars. You barely noticed Spencer stripping off his shirt, or him unbuckling his pants. He brought your attention back to him when he lightly pulled you higher on the bed, softly cradling you in his arm “You still with me?” 

You nodded, eyes meeting him. His eyes were already on you, they were still blown out with lust, but there was something else. The way he looked at you it was like you were the only person in the world, focus on you completely 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked softly, bringing his hand up to softly caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch before shaking your head now. He let out a small laugh before he moved to sit between your legs. Leaning down to kiss you, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight reached between your legs once more. Still slightly sensitive, you gasp into his mouth as his fingers begin to play with your pussy once more. After a moment, when he was satisfied you were ready for him, he sat up right. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his member, the size caught you by surprise. You watched as his hand pumped along the length a few times, you swallowed thickly as you watched him line himself up with your entrance, you waited with bated breath before he slowly slid into you.

“Fuck…” Spencer hissed out as he watched himself enter you, eyes glued on the sight of you swallowing his length. It was almost overwhelming for you, you couldn’t control the sounds escaping your mouth as he slowly sunk himself into you, completely filling you up. 

“Spencer…” You whined when he stopped moving, his eyes snapped up from his view to meet your eyes, staring at him with needy desire. 

“Use your words.” He ordered, biting back a smile. He was enjoying making you a mess way too much. You began to move your hips, squirming for some sort of release, but his hands held your hips in place. “I said, " Use your words.” He smirked

“Spencer please…” 

“Please, what?” 

“Please fuck me…” You hid behind your hand, embarrassed slightly, but Spencer knew you enjoyed it by the way your pussy clenched around him. With one last smile he slowly pulled out, only to slam himself back in. You moaned loudly, and he did it again. 

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly, feeling him inside you was amazing. He filled your hole up so perfectly, as if that was where he belonged. As his pace began to speed up, you lack of control over the sound syou made increased. Spencer fucked into you slowly at first, but as he grew needier, he sped up. 

Panting, he leaned back into you, catching your lips in his in a messy kiss, fucking into you like a mad man. 

“Feel so good… You’re so perfect, such a good girl… Just want to make you feel good.” He moaned to you, each word made your pussy clamp tighter around him. 

“I'm so close, spencer” You puffed out between strokes, Spencer didn’t reply, only moving his free hand to play with your clit. 

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” His voice was dark with desire, you nodded feverishly as you began to peak once more, a loud moan escaping as you finally came.

Spencer continued to fuck into you, that smirk of pleasure on his face once more. He watched you writhe under him as you came, helping your ride out your high as he chased his own.

“Fuck… Where do you want me to cum?” His voice cracked, and you could barely hear him in the haze of your orgasm. 

“Inside…” You muttered, becoming overstimulated from his continuous fucking. A loud groan escaped Spencer's lips as he buried his head into your shoulder, after a few big strokes, you felt him release himself inside of you, cum slowly seeping out of you when he pulled out. 

He collapsed beside you on the bed, and there was quiet for a minute before he pulled you close to him, tangled in sheets and limbs, he placed a small kiss onto your forehead as you wrapped your arms tightly against his torso. 

“We should get cleaned up…” You muttered, not wanting to move from this position. Spencer hummed in agreement, neither of you moving though, there was another ebay of silence.

“So… does this make us… you know…” Spencer’s voice was small, a far cry from the man who had just fucked you silly for the last hour. He was a tender spencer once more. You nodded against his chest

“I think we were a far cry from traditional dating in the first place…” You laugh before he pulls you into a deep kiss, not one like before that was filled with lust, but one filled with longing and love, saying everything you both couldn’t. Afterwards, you both showered together, washing each other gently,, before finally settling in for the night. Successfully being distracted from today, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

Part 6 soon...

Tags: @pleasantwitchgarden @xamapolax @kchv @nymph0puppp

[lucrezianoin]

List of Year 24 complete manga work in English or Italian

I made this list mainly to myself, but you can easily use it too. I am on a mission to read every Year 24 group manga available, so here I collected:

licensed manga (in English and Italian)

online scans

Every licensed manga has a the name of the publisher too, and you might find the Italian translation easier than the Japanese.

I added an "online" to the ones you can definitely find scanned online. Every title is linked to where to read the story nearby, keep in mind these websites come and go and might have ads.

If you see a licensed title in italics it means that the manga cannot be found anywhere online and scanned (and translated). Or that some short stories in the collection (if it is a collection) cannot be found anywhere online and scanned.

Let's start!

The authors are (in order): Moto Hagio, Keiko Takemiya, Riyoko Ikeda, Ryoko Yamagishi, Yasuko Aoike, Yumiko Ooshima, Minori Kimura, Kihara Toshie.

MOTO HAGIO

Licensed in English

They Were 11! (JP Oversized and Viz)

The Complete Poe Clan (Fantagraphics, coming out November 2024)

Heart of Thomas (Fantagraphics)

A Drunken dream and other stories (Fantagraphics)

Neo Parasyte m (Kodansha Comics; first chapter is by Moto Hagio)

Lil' Leo (Denpa books)

Otherworld Barbara volume 1 and 2 (Fantagraphics)

A,A' (Viz), impossible to find it seems

Licensed in Italian

Il cuore di Thomas - The heart of Thomas (J-POP)

A Cruel God Reigns, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Star Red (J-POP)

Hanshin, la dea dimezzata, collection of stories (J-POP) (anilist)

Il Clan dei Poe volume 1 and 2 (J-POP)

Barbara, vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Marginal vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

The Heart of Thomas (manganelo)

They were 11 (mangadex)

They were 11: Higashi no Chihei, Nishi no Towa (mangadex)

U wa Uchuusen no U (collection of stories) (mangadex)

Silver Triangle (mangadex)

A, A' (mangadex)

Marginal (mangadex)

A cruel god reigns (mangadex)

-> One shots

Bianca (mangadex)

Girl on the porch with puppy (internet archive)

Poor mama (mangadex)

Autumn Journey (internet archive)

11-gatsu no Gymnasium (mangadex)

Unicorn no Yume (mangadex)

Onshitsu (mangadex)

Marie, ten years later (internet archive)

Cabagge Hata no Isansouzokunin (mangadex)

Houmonsha, prequel of Heart of Thomas (mangadex)

Shiro - The Castle (mangadex)

A Drunken Dream (internet archive)

Ragini (mangadex)

Kinyou no Yoru no Shuukai (mangadex)

Kimi Wa Utsukushii Hitomi (mangadex)

Hanshin: Half-God (mangadex)

Egg stand (mangadex)

Angel Mimic (internet archive)

The child who comes home (internet archive)

Slow Down (mangadex)

The false king (mangadex)

Iguana girl (mangadex)

Afternoon sunshine (mangadex)

Yuujin K (mangadex)

Yama e Iku - Going to the mountains (mangadex)

The Willow Tree (mangadex)

Moments of lonliness (mangadex)

With Love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

Neo Parasyte m's short story "Yura no Mon wo" (mangaplaza, first story, which is the free one)

KEIKO TAKEMIYA

Licensed in English

To Terra, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Andromeda stories, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Licensed in Italian

Il poema del vento e degli alberi - Kaze to Ki no Uta, 10 volumes (J-POP)

Verso la Terra - To terra, 3 volumes (J-POP)

Il suo nome era Gilbert, autobiographical novel (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

Kaze to Ki no Uta (mangadex)

To Terra (mangadex)

Andromeda Stories (mangadex)

Rintarou Panic! (mangadex)

-> One shots

Sunroom Nite (mangadex)

Hohoemu Shounen (mangadex)

On a snowy day (mangadex)

Star (mangadex)

20 no Hiru to Yoru (mangadex)

Mister no kokori (mangadex)

Natsu e no Tobira (mangadex)

Manatsu no Yoru no Yume (mangadex)

Koufuku no Hato (mangadex)

Toki wo Yuku Uma (mangadex)

RIYOKO IKEDA

Licensed in English

Claudine (Seven Seas)

The Rose of Versailles, 5 volumes (Udon Entertainment)

Licensed in Italian

Le rose di Versailles, 5 volumes (Edizioni BD)

La finestra di Orfeo - Orpheus no Mado, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Anello dei Nibelunghi - Nibelungen no Yubiwa, 4 volumes (Goen)

Claudine (Goen)

Ayako, 2 volumes (Goen)

Caro Fratello - Dearest Brother, 2 volumes (Goen)

Elisabetta - Elizabeth (Yamato)

Eroica la Gloria di Napoleone - Héroïque The Glory of Napoleon, 12 volumes (Magic Press)

Online (English only)

Bara Yashiki no Shoujo (mangadex)

Early Spring Trembling (mangadex)

Porando Hishi Ten no Hate Made (mangadex)

Dearest Brother (mangadex)

Nibelungen no Yubiwa (only 3 volumes, 1 missing, mangadex)

Claudine (mangadex)

Versailles no Bara (up till volume 12, mangadex)

Summer in Cantenbury (mangadex)

RYOKO YAMAGISHI

Online (English only)

Shiroi Heya no Furari (mangadex)

Yasha Gozen (mangadex)

Harpy, collection of stories (mangadex)

Hatshepsut (mangadex)

Hiruko (mangadex)

Medusa (mangadex)

Hemi no Hire (mangadex)

YASUKO AOIKE

Licensed in English

From Eroica with Love (Cmx, unfinished)

Online (English only)

From Eroica with Love (still being translated, currently at chapter 21 (mangadex)

Vampire (mangadex)

The free shooter (mangadex)

Tasogare ni Kaere (mangadex)

Z (mangadex)

YUMIKO OOSHIMA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

No longer male (mangadex)

To Joker (mangadex)

Banana Bread no Pudding (mangadex)

Grass Crown Princess (mangadex)

He His Him (mangadex)

Across a golden prarie (mangadex)

Summertime (mangadex)

Long long cafe (mangadex)

MINORI KIMURA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

Ame (short stories) (mangadex)

Warped mirror (mandagex)

KIHARA TOSHIE

Online (English only) (chronological order)

I'm fine with dying (mangadex)

Diamond Gojiran, 3 one shots (mangadex)

With love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

NANAE SASAYA

none

MINEKO YAMADA

none

[matan4il]

Did u see the article the daily mail about the girls still hostage in gaza?

Hi Nonnie!

I did, and it is heartbreaking. The Daily Mail showed the pics of 4 Israeli girls, kidnapped by Hamas on Oct 7, before they were abducted and on the day itself, just a few hours after being taken forcibly to Gaza. If this is what they look like after just a few hours at the mercy of Hamas terrorists, I can't imagine what they've been through in the over 3 months since...

Here is the article itself:

IDK, I think people have to be a special type of evil to justify this, or to heartlessly lie and claim that there are no Israeli hostages. In order for that lie to work, it would have to mean that countless people and communities, primarily Jewish ones, but not just, would have to be all tied together in a huge conspiracy. Which is the same thing required in order to deny the Holocaust. I can't wrap my head around the ease with which people who claim to be anti-Nazi re-create Nazi and neo-Nazi tropes and practices.

I hope you're okay, Nonnie? Sending lots of love! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[kangtaehyunzzz]

u want me dead, misses.

YOU'RE SUCH A DORK

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. taeyong x fem!reader. wc. 814. request. no. a/n. just a lil smth i wrote for @blue-jisungs but yeah this does mean that im writing for nct now !!!! im excited to write for them 🥹

“I can’t focus when you’re doing that.” You stated. It took absolutely every ounce of your willpower to not look at your boyfriend who was trying so hard to steal your attention away whether he realized it or not. His head rested on your desk, and you could just see in your peripheral vision his big boba eyes that watched you as you worked, as well as a small pout on his cherry red lips.

“I’m not doing anything.” He mumbled, and his voice came out so small and soft that you could feel your heart melting in your chest.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, Yongie.” You insisted, dropping your pencil down on your notebook. You glanced at him just in time to see his lips lift slightly into a smile and you shook your head. No matter how much your boyfriend denied it, you knew he had perfected the art of how to distract you. It wasn’t even hard— all he really had to do was look at you with those big shiny eyes and you’d be folding.

“Do you have to do these stupid exercises?” He asked, lifting his head up from the desk and stretching. You didn’t blame him for getting a little bored; watching someone work was never the most entertaining thing to do. Even if you had only been studying for 20 minutes, you were also already tired of it.

“Unfortunately.” You nodded your head with a sigh.

“You’ve been staring at the same one for 5 minutes.”

“Yeah, I know.” You frowned, “I’m just not motivated, I guess.” Your boyfriend perked up at your comment.

“I can motivate you.” He offered, shuffling his chair a little closer to yours. 

You raised an eyebrow, “How so?” Whenever Taeyong had that ghost of a mischievous smile on his face, you knew you were in trouble.

“For every exercise you complete, I’ll give you a kiss.” He layed out the rules, and you immediately had to fight back a smile. Your boyfriend was such a dork. 

You pretended to think about it for a minute before agreeing. Even though you knew that the reason he was staring at you so hard earlier was probably because he wanted kisses, his plan did sound motivating enough to work on you. With your newfound focus from the thought of a promised kiss, you looked back at the problem and easily completed it within the next few minutes.

“Done.” You turned back to your boyfriend and used your pencil to point at the neat sentences you had written out. He nodded as his eyes scanned over it and his left hand pulled your chair closer to him at the same time. 

Within seconds his lips collided with yours and you closed your eyes, savouring the feeling and taste of his minty lip balm. You pouted as soon as the kiss was over. It didn’t feel long enough, but you were sure that even if you kissed Taeyong for a whole day, you would still feel like it wasn’t enough. You went back to work on the next problem without any protest.

The pattern went on for about an hour, and each time you completed an exercise, you got another kiss. As it went on, the kisses started to last a little longer. You could only assume that your boyfriend was trying to balance out how long it took you to complete a problem with how long the kiss was. 

It was in the middle of your 7th or 8th problem when you finally gave up, dropping your pencil down and slouching back in your chair. Taeyong’s kisses had definitely helped you, but your brain was exhausted and it felt like repeatedly smashing your head against a brick wall everytime you looked at another exercise.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You mumbled in defeat making your boyfriend look up from his phone.

“Do you need more kisses?” He offered. Your frown deepened at his offer, silently wondering how you got so lucky having someone as sweet as him as your boyfriend. You nodded in response to his suggestion and he let out a laugh.

“You’re cute.” Was all he whispered before he leaned over and reconnected his lips to yours. You could feel all the stress and exhaustion dissipate from your mind as Taeyong’s lips became the only thing your brain could focus on. He was balancing his hands on the armrests of your desk chair, holding himself up as he leaned over you; and it was perfect.

Perfect until he lost his balance and fell on you.

You burst into giggles when Taeyong’s lips detached from yours and his head hit your shoulder. You could hear him laughing too after he got over the shock of the kiss being unwelcomingly interrupted by his lack of focus on keeping himself up.

“You’re such a dork.”

↳ nct 127 taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,,

[deadbaguette]

Crack AU treated seriously: Diomdes goes to Ithaca with a twist

So this would generally be your typical Diomedes going to Ithaca AU. Presumably after getting exiled (? Is there a better word for it?), instead of going to modern day Italy he goes to Ithaca under the impression that he’ll see Odysseus there. But, of course he doesn’t because The Odyssey is happening. The twist that makes NO SENSE and is just purely my want to see my platonic rarepair happen (Telemachus and Neoptolemus/Pyrrhus), and the twist is: for whatever reason, Neo is there with Diomedes. Don’t ask why because I could not explain to you a good reason to make this happen lmfao

Story elaborated below but it’s a little long be warned

I like the dynamic of Neoptolemus and Diomedes, mostly because in so many ways as soldiers Diomedes foils/contrasts Achilles but in so many ways parallels his son. Diomedes gets on begrudgingly with Neo, and I could go on a whole other rant on a different post about some fake dynamics/scenarios for just them, but the main point in this post is that Neo somehow SOMEHOW tags along with Diomedes. They reach Ithaca together and meet Penelope and Telemachus.

They greet Diomedes and Pyrrhus with good courtesy, but the elephant in the room of “hold on where tf is your husband??? he was so eager to go back to you guys???” is very present. One way or another Penelope explains the situation, that being Odysseus is absent/mia (much to his own dismay) and the suitors all trying to wed Penelope. Diomedes is sad obv (I’m not gonna go super big into the angst right now) but he tries to brainstorm with Penelope on solutions for her predicament. Since Odysseus was his closest friend (more than friend for me personally but u can interpret it as platonic if u want) and he knows that Odysseus would want what’s best for his wife and son, they think of a solution that can the guarantee of their safety as of now until they hear news of Odysseus. That solution is fake marriage bcs I am a bit of a sucker for that troupe.

But back to Neoptolemus because he’s here too, I want him to bond with Telemachus what with their dads not being here (one’s dead one’s absent). Neo is like way stronger than Telemachus so at first he thinks he’s a bit of a wimp (keep in mind they’re like both teenagers, Neo’s life was just kinda fucked up), but over time they get along better. Pyrrhus’ relationship with Odysseus is a little complicated, so while Penelope and Diomedes might share all the good stories/parts of Odysseus with, Pyrrhus got off to a slightly rocky start with him lol. What with Odysseus taking him away from his mom and basically all the war shenanigans (war crimes), Telemachus for the first time has a whole and humanized version of his dad. It’s more than what the suitors have said out of malice and jealousy, the things Neo has told him have opened up the trickery/cunning side of Odysseus more than he’d known before. He’s jealous that it seems like everyone knows more about his dad than him, but he’s grateful to have someone his age who would view Odysseus more like he would: an annoying dad/uncle??? (Neo vehemently objects to this, and Odysseus would too. “You’re not my fucking dad!!!” “Holy shit thank the GODS for that!!!”)

All in all, happy family. Odysseus returns home to Penelope and Telemachus, and now two surprise guests too. Telemachus has like 3 kinda parents now (Diomedes might be more like an uncle) and a kinda brother/friend/??? I love my little delusional found family. Odysseus is more than a little surprised, considering this IS Neoptolemus. Kid did a 180° in terms of personality in Troy and then ANOTHER 180° somewhere on Ithaca at some point. Or maybe more like a 90° turn in terms of personality, I imagine Telemachus is the most sane of the family and it is much to his dismay.

And when they all eventually die (Diomedes won’t ascend to godhood here I want him to be in the underworld with the rest of the fam) they’ll live happily in the underworld and Pyrrhus can catch up with his dad and mom.

[wulfhalls]

girlfriend the energy in this old church hung with white supremacy paraphernalia is INSANE. u have timtom olyphant swaging in there like I KNOW U. I know YOU. we haven't seen each other in decades but i know u ill always know u we dug coal together. TOGETHER. ur not a deranged racist u just like cash and when things go boom. he said my man did all that but NOT because he's a neo nazi he's an entrepreneur actually <3 and with his whole chest while in his I love racism ideologically shrine at that. and walton goggins firing back with I've seen into the very depths of ur heart even over the miles and years separating us i know ur motives i know u just as much as u know me. because we were nineteen and we dug coal together. also we look at each other like we need to devour the other whole lol

[hugs2doie]

hi babessss how are you doing? i love ur recent works about a neo being ur brother and another neo being your boyfriendd i think its so creative could you please do one with chenle as ur bf and mark and jisung as ur brothers 😋❤️‍🩹plss tysmm ilyy<3

chenle bf texts but mark + jisung are your brothers

OKFMG HIIIEIEIEIEIEIF I LOCE UUUU

im foinf great i hope u are too omg?? AND THANK UUUU I APPRECIATE IR A LOTTT

I LOVE U MORWW AND I HIPE U LIKE THESE!!

ir was suxh a fun post to do omg

[reges90]

Day 29: Lost in translation

8 thinks Neo is taking all of 3's love and started to get very jealous and started to have a hatred towards her. Obviously that's not true as Neo is 3's adopted daughter and 8 doesn't understand, maybe this will be solved soon

Also if u can see my line art a bit wanky, I accidently stabbed my thumb and can't really grab the stylus correctly because of the Band-Aid (*￣3￣)╭ hopefully tomorrow I can remove it!

[altercrafting]

welcome, players, to altercrafting ! A radqueer and para friendly alter pack request blog for strictly mcyt sources. This blog is run by three mods, Mod Scott 🫀📿 , Mod Packet 🐛💌 , and Mod Clownpierce🎪🃏. The three of them serve different sources, which will be listed below in their intros!

general rules of the blog / requesting

Mods are allowed to deny and/or delete requests for any reason!

Both mods have different looking templates, please keep that in mind! Mod Packet looks similar to @/alterpack-drivethru for reference!

Mods will not do terms related to nazis and likewise content!

DNI if you're anti radqueer, antiship / pro harassment / pro censorship, anti endo, anti transIDs & good faith ids. Follow your own DNI! Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When requesting multiple alters in a pack, know that it will take longer. Especially if it's a subsys / sys starter pack :]

Unspecified links will be deleted. If you send an ask/submission with a link, you better detail it! Or it's being deleted.

Rules will update if needed. Check regularly.

Mod Scott : 🫀📿

Scott Smajor - he/hue/hell/rots/gores/guts

sources ill do rqs for : dsmp, ausmp¹, hermitcraft (especially s9 - 10), empires smp (especially s2), life series, witchcraft smp, team crafted, main channel yogscast + some yogscast duncan.

bold sources I'm most familiar with! sometimes, my memory is rusty, and I may get things wrong sometimes. :(

¹ I'm most familiar with my source when it comes to AUSMP.

i can also add on pk content if asked. Packs will take longer. But I am willing to do stuff such as: pk banners, pk colors, (simple) pk descs, (simple) pk display names, and proxies.

I'll also do (limted to blorbos) ; moodboards / outfit boards, pfp mask edits (taking a faceclaim and putting it on an overlay), simple rentry frame edit.

Extra stuff may or may not be completed. It's dependent on spoons. :]

blorbo list: philza, wilbur soot, technoblade, tubbo, schlatt, quackity, tommyinnit, scott smajor, tangotek, jimmy solidarity, skydoesminecraft, deadlox, xephos, lalnable, setosorcerer

Mod Packet : 🐛💌

HI!!! I'm mod packet :3 you may know me from @alterpack-drivethru !!! I work there too!!! We use it/its collectively, but most neos work too! I'm a busy busy bee, but I love making alter packs! I am most knowledgeable in:

DSMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft (+ life series)

YHS (I have a. Personal rewrite happening in our head)

30daySMP

Scu/slimecicle cenimatic universe

OSMP

Witchcraft smp

New Life SMP

Empires s1 & s2

SDMP

HIGHCRAFT (I LOGVE HIGHCRAFT)

Tangos Create Series

TEAM CRAFTED !!!

EPIC SMP

I generally do similar extra add-ons as Scott does, but i dont take request for them. I may do some with request, but generally its whenever we want to. There's no guarantee that it'll get done or won't take a large amount of time. No blorbo list, i am too eepy to think of them. Thank u for reading!

Mod Clownpierce : 🎪🃏

Hello, I’m mod Clownpierce. You may know me from @clownp1ercer or our other alter blogs! We use He/Jester collectively, or they/them works too. We love making alterpacks, but currently our main focus is lifesteal alterpacks! Our knowledge is in (♥️ favs, 🗡️ knowledge in but less likely to make packs from) :

♥️ Lifesteal SMP (all seasons), Outcasts SMP, Kaboodle SMP, Unstable Universe, 100 days series (Legundo, SB, NiftySmith, etc), Sam Gladiators YHS, Aphmau (PDH, MyStreet and Diaries)

🗡️ DSMP, QSMP, Life Series, Hermitcraft, EVO SMP, OSMP

No blorbo list just know im literally clownpierce irl :o)

[boiling-potato]

Hello here is my oc for milkshake mansion :)

his name is neo and he is a ghost who pretends to be human and haunts the milkshake mansion crew, he's a jester who may look scary but is actually silly :3 sooo I will draw him one day but for now a picrew is enough cause I wanted to show him too u :)

Uuuuuuigghhhiiiiijjjjhhhhhh— huhuhuh Jesterssss my weakness-

Oh I love him,, oh I love him now. Ghost jesters?? GHOST JESTERSSS!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ Ackk!! I love the idea of him just haunting the mansion being all sillyyy~!!! I love his design, his personalityyyy... Him— Anyway!! This is sooo exciting!! Can't wait to see how he interactss with the other members and see more content of him!!! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)🫶❤️❤️

(.... THE UNGODLY URGE TO DRAW HIM TOO IS- ꈨຶ益ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)